MasukNicole's POVThe package arrived on an ordinary Tuesday, wedged between a stack of journal proofs and a nursery newsletter about an upcoming field trip. I almost missed it entirely before the plain brown paper and the total lack of a return address caught my eye.Amber leaned against the edge of my desk, pointing a pen at it. "That is not from anyone on the approved courier list. Do you want me to have security run it first?""It is fine," I said. I picked it up, feeling the light weight of it in my hands."You turned it over twice," Amber noted, crossing her arms. "Your hands are shaking, Nicole.""Old habits die slow," I murmured.I peeled back the brown tape and pulled off the paper. Inside, wrapped in soft, yellowed tissue paper, was a single photograph. I lifted it out, and my fingers slipped against the frame.Amber reached across the desk and caught the edge before it hit the floor. "Nicole! Who is that?""My father," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I stared at the five youn
Nicole POV Inside, the bedroom was warm from the low fire that had burned down to glowing coals in the stone hearth. Rain tapped steadily against the glass. The only light came from those coals and the thin strips of moonlight that slipped through the half-open curtains, painting light across the dark wood floor.Tate’s body pressed down over mine, solid and heavy, his chest slick against my breasts as his mouth found mine. His tongue slid against mine and I opened for him, a soft sound catching in my throat. His hands moved down my waist, palms rough from years of training, mapping the curve of my hips like he was learning me all over again.“Nicole,” he breathed against my lips. His voice was low, rough. “Fuck, you feel”“Don’t talk,” I whispered, but my legs were already parting under him. “Just feel it.”He kissed the corner of my mouth, then lower, along my jaw, down the side of my neck. His teeth scraped lightly over my pulse. I arched, the back of my head pressing into the pi
Nicole's POVThe reception wound down slower than I expected, guests drifting off in twos and threes until it was just string lights and empty chairs and the faint smell of extinguished candles, and Amber shooing us both toward our rooms with the twins already asleep on her shoulder and Maple's ring pillow still clutched in his small fist."Go," she said, when I hesitated. "I've got them. I've had them a hundred nights before this one. Go be a married woman for five minutes before you remember you're also a scientist and a mother and start making lists again."I laughed, and let Tate steer me down the hall by the hand, both of us still faintly buzzing from champagne and adrenaline and the particular exhaustion of a day that had asked everything of us and given back twice as much.The strange feeling from the ceremony hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown—a low hum just under my skin, something between static and warmth, present in a way I couldn't quite place or dismiss."It's still
Nicole's POV "Whenever you are ready, son," the officiant said softly. Tate reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. He looked at it for a brief second, then slid it back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, reached out, and took both of my hands in his. "Nicole, I am not going to stand here today and pretend the first part of our story was anything other than what it was," Tate said, his voice clear and steady. A soft rustle went through the small gathering of guests behind us. "I hurt you," Tate continued, looking straight into my eyes. "I did it deliberately, repeatedly, in ways I understood at the time, and in ways I refused to understand until much later. I do not think there is a single vow in this world that can erase what I did, and I am not going to insult you today by pretending there is one." I squeezed his fingers tightly. "What I can promise you, right here and right now, is this," Tate said. "I will spend every single day we have l
Nicole pov "You're smiling at the ceiling," Amber said, pushing open the door with her hip because both her hands were full of garment bags. "That's a good sign. Or you've lost your mind. Hard to say this early.""Maybe both," I said, sitting up as the cool morning air hit my shoulders. "I kept waiting for that tight, coiled knot in my stomach to wake me up, but it wasn't there. My chest just feels light."Amber laid the dress across the foot of the bed like she was unveiling something sacred. She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "No overthinking today. I mean it. Today you get to just be a woman getting married, not Dr. Carter defending a dossier.""I make no promises," I said with a small laugh."Sit at the vanity," Amber ordered, waving a box of pins. "Let's get this hair started."I sat down, and Diana walked into the room twenty minutes later. She came straight behind my chair and took over the back half of my hair, her fingers steady and sure."Hold still," Diana murmured, t
Tate's POVI uncapped my pen and looked across the mahogany desk at Corwin, who laid the final dark blue folder in front of me."Sign right at the bottom, Alpha," Corwin said, leaning his hands on the edge of the wood. "Five names, fully vetted.""Five seats," I said, scanning the typed paper. "Five people who won't bow to Caesar's old guard or drag us back into the old corruption.""Reid's proven himself," Corwin said, tapping the top document. "He spent three hours yesterday arguing with the finance committee, shutting down the old slush funds. The others earned their seats honestly, which is more than most of Caesar's appointees could ever claim.""It's a start," I said, pressing the blue ink onto the white sheet. "The pack has a long way to go before it looks like anything I can actually be proud of. But it's a real start, built on something other than fear."Corwin picked up the signed paper and nodded. "This gives you room to breathe, Tate. You won't have to stay tied to this de
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
TATE'S POV Nicole had been unusually quiet for days. I noticed. I notice everything — Caesar made sure of that from the time I was old enough to stand. That morning she handed me the wrong tie. Her fingers moved too fast and her eyes didn't meet mine. Storm flagged her scent immediately, somethin
Nichole pov "Shit, shit, shit." I was already ten minutes behind and the parliament office was a fifteen minute walk, Tate's suit still in the garment bag over my arm and my shoes not properly fastened because I hadn't had time to sit down and do them right. I had overslept, which never happen
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







