LOGINTimothy's POVTwo years after the kidnapping, I stood in a conference room in neutral territory with eleven other Alphas and watched them vote to adopt the Frostfang democratic model for their own packs.It wasn't just a trial; it was a permanent, binding shift toward accountability.I stayed professional through the vote and the handshakes, giving Elena the quotes she needed for the press. When I finally got to the car, I sat in silence for a full minute. Ethan, who was driving, didn't say a word—he just let me process it."Years ago," I said finally, "Viktor told me the only thing that mattered was strength. That philosophy was just a decoration for power.""I remember," Ethan said."Twelve packs," I said. "Twelve packs just voted to share power with their own councils.""He was wrong," he said simply."Yeah," I said. "He was."Over the following months, we built the actual foundation for this change. We moved beyond ideas and created real infrastructure: leadership training at Fros
Penelope's POVThe hardest part of recovery was the days that looked fine from the outside. I could smile across a council table and follow the agenda and make good arguments about trade policy, and then drive home afterward with my hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly because a truck had pulled up alongside me at a red light and the driver had gray hair and for one fractured second my whole nervous system had screamed Viktor. It wasn't Viktor. It was a man in his sixties with a grocery bag on the passenger seat.I didn't tell Timothy about that one instead I told the counselor on Thursday."You're managing," Dr. Osei said, in the measured tone she used when she meant something more than the words. "But managing isn't the same as healing, are you letting people see the hard days?""Timothy sees them," I said."Your husband isn't a therapist," she said, not unkindly. "He's a resource, not a treatment. The people around you can support you, but they can't do this for you.""I k
Penelope's POVViktor's trial lasted three days. The Inter-Pack Council convened at Frost Haven weeks after the rescue, and I sat in the gallery beside Timothy for every session. The charges were read aloud on the first morning—kidnapping, terrorism, conspiracy to overthrow legitimate leadership, orchestrating attacks on pack civilians, trafficking in stolen pack funds. The list went on for eleven minutes as I counted.Viktor sat at the defendant's table in a gray suit with his hands folded and his face neutral. He looked at me once, early in the first session. I held his gaze and didn't blink until he looked away.The evidence was ironclad. We'd recovered documents from the compound, financial records linking him to the stolen accounts, testimony from captured fighters who'd accepted plea agreements in exchange for cooperation. His own lieutenants had given detailed accounts of his orders, his methods, his stated goals. There was nothing left to argue.His defense tried anyway. They
Timothy's POVWe moved out at midnight. Three teams, twelve fighters total, plus Liam's four-man unit running independent support on the northern ridge. Radio silence from the moment we left the staging point. Earpieces only, one channel, Ethan's voice as command.The mining compound sat in a bowl between two ridgelines, accessible by a single road from the west and a rocky service path from the east. Viktor had chosen it well. The approach gave his perimeter guards a clear sightline in three directions, which meant we came in from the fourth—straight down the eastern slope in the dark, moving slowly, one careful step at a time.Kael was close to the surface the whole way down. I could feel him like a second heartbeat, faster than mine and steadily louder. I kept him back, but only just. I needed him ready.We reached the perimeter fence at twelve forty-two. Two guards, rotating pattern, eighteen-second gap between passes. Ethan's voice came through the earpiece: Main team in position
Timothy's POVThe moment they pulled Penelope through that service door, something snapped inside me.Kael surged forward, and I let him come partway. My hands shifted without thinking—claws tearing through two of Viktor's men before they could react. I felt the gunshot before I heard it, a round clipping my shoulder and spinning me sideways. By the time I righted myself, the door had slammed shut.She was gone."Get it together," Ethan said, gripping my arm. "Timothy. Look at me."I looked at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with something close to fear—not for himself. For me."We're getting her back," he said. "But you falling apart doesn't help her."He was right, I knew he was right. I pressed the heel of my hand against the bullet graze on my shoulder and forced Kael back, just enough to think.The after party dissolved into controlled chaos around us. Allied Alphas were already mobilizing their people, Elena was on the radio. Security teams locked down every exit. We had V
Penelope pov "Exactly," Viktor agrees without shame. "That's natural order. You're proving why it's necessary, look at the chaos your elevation caused. Attacks. Conspiracies. Packs divided. All because one Omega thought she deserved power.""I was not born an Omega," I say, my voice dropping low. "Your beloved former Alpha is the one who brought my family down to Omega status. He destroyed my parents to hide his own transgressions."Viktor laughs. It's a slow, ugly sound that fills the space between us."Once an Omega, always an Omega," he says. "Marcus deemed your family worthy of that status, so that's where you stay. That is what a strong Alpha does. He sees a threat and he eliminates it cleanly." He tilts his head, looking me over with open contempt. "Unlike that weakling you've got wrapped around your finger now."The words hit exactly where he intends them to."Timothy is twice the Alpha Marcus ever was," I say."Is he?" Viktor's smile doesn't waver. "Because from where I'm sta
Penelope's POVLook at him, sitting there so smug and confident. If only he knew what's coming. The great Alpha who destroyed my family based on his own lies. Who framed my father for theft to cover up his own crimes. Who made us outcasts while he lived in his mansion built on stolen money.For yea
Timothy's POVThe news hits me during our team meeting like a blindside check I never saw coming."Bloodfang's roster came in this morning," Coach Thorn says, scrolling through his tablet. "They've got some new talent this year. Including someone you all might remember."He clicks something on his
Timothy's POV"I'm thinking white roses with touches of gold," Sophia says, spreading fabric samples across my kitchen table carefully . "Classic, elegant, but not too traditional."I nod and take another gulp of coffee, the bitter taste matching my mood. We've been at this for two hours, and I've
Timothy's POV "Very few nights of freedom left !" Ethan shouts over the pounding music, raising his beer bottle high. "In 1 week you become a married man!" The bachelor party is in full swing at Havoc, the most exclusive club in the city. Ethan went all out VIP section, premium liquor, and enough







