LOGINNicole's POVI walked through the library doors, my shoes making almost no sound on the heavy carpet. I passed two tall rows of bookshelves until I reached the back corner table.Marlon sat there alone. A stack of papers rested in front of him, untouched. He was leaning back slightly, favoring his right side to keep pressure off his ribs. His lip was split and swollen, and a dark purple bruise stretched along his jawline.He looked up as I stepped into the light of his table. The exhaustion behind his eyes was deep, built up from a sleepless night."Morning, Nic," he said softly, his voice a little thick around his swollen lip.I sat down in the wooden chair across from him, placing my warm coffee mug between us. I looked at his bruised face, my chest tightening."You didn't have to hold back," I said softly, tracing the rim of my cup."I know," Marlon said, keeping his voice steady."And you shouldn't have angered him," I added, looking straight into his tired eyes. "You pushed his b
Tate's POVJonathan grabbed my shoulder, dragging me down the brightly lit corridor. The moment Marlon’s lab doors swung shut behind us, I shoved Jonathan off me. My boots slid across the tile, and I slammed him back against the wall."Don't touch me," I growled, my voice rough and low.Jonathan didn't flinch. He adjusted his coat, meeting my eyes with a heavy, unyielding stare. "You need to calm down, Tate. You just threw punches in a high-security institute.""I don't care," I said. "Do not put your hands on me again.""I had to pull you off him," Jonathan snapped, stepping closer. "You were going to wreck the entire room. What did you think you were accomplishing in there?""I don't owe you an explanation," I said, my jaw clenching as pain shot through my cheek. "You don't get to act like my keeper, Jonathan. Not anymore.""I am still your Beta," Jonathan said, his tone sharpening. "It is my job to keep you from destroying yourself.""Is that what you call it?" I stepped right into
Nicole's POVI was working at my computer when the heavy lab door clicked open.Amber walked in holding two bags of ice. She had a mischievous spark in her eyes that told me she was holding onto some major gossip."I bring ice and news," she announced, setting the ice on my desk."What kind of news needs ice?" I asked, without looking up from my screen."The kind where two grown men have a fistfight in a lab."My fingers froze on the keys. I set my pen down and turned my chair to face her, a knot forming in my stomach. "Are they both standing?""Technically," Amber said."Is Marlon okay?""Yes," Amber said, her tone softening. "A split lip, bruised ribs, and exhaustion. He'll be sore, but he's fine."I let out a breath. "And Tate?"Amber hesitated for a second. "Also fine. A cut on his cheek and a bruised jaw. Jonathan took him to get cleaned up.""Good," I said, turning back to my monitor to pretend I was done talking.Amber didn't leave. She hopped onto the corner of my desk, pulled
Nicole pov "We designed," I corrected gently. "I couldn't have calculated the synthesis models alone, Marlon.""Maybe," he said, picking up his glass. "But it's your work saving her mind."I leaned back, taking in a slow, steadying breath as the weight of the day settled over us. "Let's just finish the lab work today. One step at a time.""One step at a time," Marlon agreed, finally picking up his fork.Tate’s POVDays later My boots clicked against the cold linoleum. The light from the west corridor lab spilled onto the floor, casting long shadows against the wall. Inside, Marlon stood by a steel table. He picked up a small glass bottle, looked at the label, and set it down. Then he picked up a metal tray, moved it two inches to the left, and set it down again. His fingers were stiff.I stopped at the open door frame. I leaned my shoulder against the wood, crossing my arms over my chest. I watched him move the tray back to where it had started."You're not doing any real work," I
Nicole's POVThe noise of the cafeteria faded into a dull buzz as I stared at the fork in my hand. It was Tuesday, two days after Tate had come back from the pack house after confronting his council. The tension in the institute hadn't broken; it had only stretched thinner.Marlon found me at lunch, sliding into the vinyl seat across from me. He moved with a heavy body, the kind he got when he was trying to decide how much to tell me before I'd already guessed it from his face. He set his tray down, but he didn't touch the food."He cornered me again last night," Marlon said without any preamble.I set down my fork, the metal clinking against the plate. "What happened? Did he start another fight?""Not physically," Marlon said, rubbing a hand over his jaw. The bruises from his earlier hallway fight with Tate were still faintly visible along his cheekbone, yellowing at the edges. "Documents this time."My stomach tightened. I leaned forward, lowering my voice so the researchers at the
Nicole pov "I know it doesn't," Tate said softly. He took a half-step closer, his expression suddenly breaking, the terrifying Alpha alpha mask dropping away to reveal the raw, bleeding guilt underneath. "I told them I intend to bring you home the exact moment you agree to it. Not a second before. But until that day comes, I need every wolf in our territory to know exactly who you are to me. I won't have you hiding in the dark anymore, Nicole. I won't have Lily or anyone else treating you like a secret mistake from my past."I closed my eyes, the memory of Lily's venomous words from breakfast echoing in my ears. A convenient pregnancy. A tactical career move."Lily told me today that I was just an omega from the slums," I whispered, opening my eyes to look at him. "She said you would never let me use pack laws against her because of what my father did."Tate's chest heaved. He reached across the desk, his large, calloused hand hovering just an inch above mine, waiting for permission.
Nicole's POVI don't sleep. I sit at the kitchen table for a long time after I get home, still in my work clothes, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that goes cold before I drink any of it. The apartment is quiet after the twins go down. Usually, that silence settles me. Tonight, it just gives
Nicole pov He nods slowly. He doesn’t try to fix it for me. He just stands there, holding the weight of both versions of himself without flinching. The man I left wouldn’t have known how to do that."The rejection papers," I say."Nicole""I’m not asking you to sign them tonight. I just need you t
Nicole's POV I am halfway down the east corridor when I hear him behind me. "Lea." I stop as my breath hitches, then I turn around.Tate is coming from the direction of Tracy's wing. He stops a few feet away and looks at me."I need an hour of your time," he says. "This afternoon, you and Marlon,
Nicole's POV "Move aside!" Maid Mara stepped directly into my path as I rounded the corner, her shoulder cutting across mine hard enough to make me catch myself against the wall. "Luna," she said, then added under her breath, "or trash." I pretended not to hear. Straightened up and started to w







