HopeThe morning air hums with tension, even if everyone's pretending it doesn’t. I tighten the strap on my boots and glance over at Papa. He’s already laughing at something Ben just said, the sound rumbling through his chest like it always does when he’s trying to seem relaxed.Tessa leans against the tailgate of the truck, arms crossed, watching Ben with that trying-not-to-smile look she wears when he gets too confident.“I’m telling you,” Ben says, puffing his chest, “I saw tracks the size of dinner plates last time I scouted out there for a hunt. Today’s the day, Tess. That buck’s mine. You’re gonna see.”“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she replies, pretending not to care. But the slight pink dusting her cheeks gives her away.The thought of having an offering publicly presented to her makes her giddy.Keith grins at them, leaning casually on the passenger door. “Lets not count your words yet. I heard the rabbits had a hell of a spring and the bucks moved further inward. Remember
HopeThe late afternoon sun filters through the branches above, golden light dappling the gravel path beneath my feet. The park is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds returning to their nests. My hands are tucked deep into my coat pockets, clenched so tightly my knuckles ache.Keith walks beside me, silent for now, though I can feel the tension coiled between us like a live wire. I asked him to come with me for a walk—told him I needed to talk. That I had something important to say. I don’t think he knows what to expect, but the way his fingers twitch and his jaw flexes tells me he’s not at ease either.My heart thunders against my ribs as I glance at him. The way the light plays off his cheekbones, the soft edge of his smile when he caught me watching—it's almost enough to make me forget. Almost.But I can’t forget. Not this time.Emma's words echo in my head, The more you hide from it, the more likely it is to happen again.I hate that she's proba
KeithThe hum of the phone buzzed against my desk, slicing through the low thrum of late-night stillness in the room. I shoot a quick glance at the voicemail light before picking up.“Jace,” I say, voice low. No greeting. “Glad to see I’ve finally made it on your extensive to do list.”“Until you’ve suddenly grown a pair of tits, you'll never get on it.”“So the enormous cock is cool though. You're more experimental than in.? I thought,” I quip.“Just so you know, I'm giving you a stiff double bird.” There's a nose on the other end of the phone like he's going through the fridge. “So is there any specific reason for your call?”“You know why I’m calling. How are things?” I say.“The old man’s handling things. The territory has been quiet, just a few juvenile pulling pranks and old Henderson complaining about the damage to his garden.”Jace goes quiet for a beat.I get a weird feeling in my gut.“Just spit it out man, I know there's more.”“Well, you're not gonna like this but word’s o
HopeIt’s finally just us.The city hums around us—vendors calling out prices, the rustle of silk skirts and leather boots, the occasional bark of a guard or child. But for once, there’s no Papa, no advisors, no expectations breathing down our necks.Just me and Tessa.She exhales loud and dramatic, dragging her fingers down her face. “I swear, if one more crusty councilman comments on how rare a female Alpha is, I might lose it.”I smile. “What would you do?”“Rip out their tongues. Display them on the palace gates. Make a new tradition.”“You sound like Papa.”She groans. “Don’t say that. That’s not funny.”We duck into a side street, lined with merchant stalls under bright awnings. The smell of roasted nuts and fresh-cut herbs fills the air.“They're just threatened,” I say, looping my arm through hers. “You’re not just a female Alpha. You’re you. They’re terrified you’ll do everything they can't, and better.”“I will,” she mutters. “But I hate playing dress-up for them. Meeting Al
HopeThe tavern smells of smoke and wet earth, same as before, only this time the patrons look friendlier. I sit across from Keith in a booth in the back corner, the one tucked behind the old stone hearth. My fingers curl around a chipped mug of cider I haven’t touched. Keith looks like a statue carved out of tension.His back is a steel rod and his jaw is set too tightly. I'm surprised his molars don't crack under the force.“You're going to break that glass,” I say, nodding at the tumbler he’s white knuckling.His jaw twitches. “I’m fine.”“Sure you are.”He doesn’t look at me. He hasn't for the past ten minutes, not really. Not since we arrived and ordered our drinks.It is a stark difference from the past few days of our interactions. After our date, it was like the invisible force that kept us apart had begun to dissolve.One word from Camille asking us to meet with him, rocked that temporary piece.Does he think I want Camille? Is he worried about the Queen? About being discover
KeithI stand in front of Hope’s door, jaw tight. I’ve been wanting this date for weeks, and I’m still not sure why I’m here after everything. She lied to me. Put herself in the middle of Camille and the Queen’s feud like she couldn’t get burned. Risked herself without a thought of what it would do to me.My beast snorts. Just claim her. She is mate. Simple.Not simple. She has to want to be claimed first.Make her want it. We are good male. Strong. She will be safe.If only it were that easy. I think about all the pieces lying in our path like jagged rocks. The royal family and their suspicion of my pack. My merging beasts, the ticking clock on when I need to return to my pack, and now the Queen is trying to use my relationship with Hope for her means.I have always known my very existence is seen as a threat to the King and his line; what I didn’t expect was for the Queen to have her hidden motives. Right now, hers seem the most insidious.But tonight isn’t about the lie. It isnt ab