Mag-log inTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
By the time training ended, my body ached, but my heart raced faster than it should have. I lingered, pretending to stretch, but really I was waiting.And sure enough, he came.Tyron appeared at the edge of the field, his presence swallowing the air around me the way it always did. He didn’t say any
WinterIt had been a week since they’d let him out.I didn’t need reminding of the conditions — they’d been burned into me with every sharp word from Louis, every stiff look from my father, every whisper that followed me when I walked through the pack house. Tyron wasn’t free, not really. He was all
Tyron Three days locked in silence, then suddenly freedom—at least, a version of it.Winter’s words still echo in my skull: Never, baby, never.The way she said it—bold, unflinching, as if I was hers to claim and she had no shame in staking that ground. My mate. My enemy. My ticket out.But the mom
Zander's POV I strip off my shirt and pants, leaving myself in nothing but my boxer briefs and the necklace hanging heavy against my chest.This necklace was given to me by my great-grandfather, Alpha Maddox. He was one of the greatest Alphas in history. He conquered territories, fought rogues, and







