Se connecter~Selene's POV~Petra arrives mid-evening the way she usually does, unannounced and already talking before the door is fully open, a bottle of wine in one hand and her phone in the other, scrolling through something she clearly intends to show Selene the moment she sits down.The introduction to Caden, when it happens, is unavoidable.He is still there finishing the visit's allotted time when Petra walks in, and Selene watches the brief flicker cross both their faces, the recognition that this particular meeting has been circling for weeks now and has finally, without much ceremony, arrived."You must be Petra," Caden says, standing."And you must be the husband." Petra sets the wine bottle down on the counter with a thud that suggests she has decided, on principle, not to be overly formal about any of this. "Ex-husband. Sorry. I keep doing that.""You're not the first," Caden says.It is, Selene thinks, the right kind of response, dry without being defensive, acknowledging the awkward
~Selene's POV~The dinner unfolds in small, ordinary increments, the kind of evening Selene has not allowed herself to fully imagine having again, not with him, not in this particular configuration of people gathered around her own table.Miriam sets out plates without being asked, the same quiet domestic competence she brings to nearly everything, and takes her seat across from Selene with the twins' high chairs flanking either side of the table like small, opinionated sentries standing guard over the proceedings. Lior is in rare form tonight, banging his spoon against the tray with escalating enthusiasm before anyone has even finished serving the food, as though the anticipation itself requires its own percussion section.Caden sits where Selene gestures for him to sit, the chair closest to Lior's high chair, and within minutes of the meal actually starting, Lior has managed to fling a piece of bread directly into his father's lap with considerable accuracy for someone his age.Sele
~Selene's POV~Caden arrives at the usual hour, and Selene meets him in the hallway before he has even fully stepped through the door, speaking before he can settle into the visit the way he normally does."I know about the ultimatum," she says. "Rhys told my mother."He stops where he is, just inside the threshold, something shifting briefly across his face before he settles it back into the careful stillness he has learned to bring to these conversations. "I wasn't going to ask you to—""I know you weren't," she says. "That's why I'm bringing it up myself, before you have a chance to decide whether you would have asked or not."He waits, watching her, the way he has learned to wait through these conversations without rushing to fill the silence with reassurance she hasn't actually asked him for."I want you to understand something clearly," she continues. "I'm aware of the political situation. I understand what the twins' unrecognized status could mean for how the council weighs Dor
~Selene's POV~The message arrives through Miriam, not through Caden directly, a careful distinction Selene notices the moment her mother sets her phone down on the kitchen table and says, "Rhys texted me.""What did he say?""He thought I should know before you heard it secondhand. There's an ultimatum. From Ironmere." Miriam slides the phone across the table so Selene can read the message herself, the short, careful paragraph Rhys has clearly composed with some thought about how much to include and how much to leave for Caden to explain in his own time, if he chooses to explain it at all.Selene reads it twice. Dorian's demand. The territorial claim. The thirty-day deadline. Vivienne's likely hand in the wording, which Rhys mentions only as a suspicion, careful not to state it as confirmed fact.She sets the phone down and does not immediately say anything.This is, she notices, the second time now that information about Cresthaven has reached her through a deliberately indirect pat
~Caden's POV~The formal ultimatum arrives through elder council protocol on a Wednesday morning, delivered by courier in a sealed envelope bearing the Ironmere seal, and Caden reads it twice before he allows himself to react to any of it, the way he has trained himself to do with documents that matter.The language catches him first, before the content even fully registers. It is too precise in the wrong places, too fluent with legal terminology that has no business being part of an ordinary border dispute, too familiar with Cresthaven's specific weak points along the eastern line. Dorian Voss is not, by any account Caden has ever received from his own people or from Conrad's intelligence, a particularly sophisticated negotiator. He is a man who fights with numbers and aggression, not with carefully worded legal positioning. This document reads like it was written by someone who has spent years inside Cresthaven's internal politics, someone who knows exactly which pressure points wil
~Selene's POV~She finds Dax at the building entrance the way she always finds him in the evenings, standing with his arms loosely crossed, watching the street with the particular stillness of someone who has made watching into a discipline rather than a chore.The twins are asleep upstairs with Miriam. The night air carries the first real edge of the coming season, cool enough that Selene pulls her cardigan closer as she steps outside, though she does not go far, just to the small stretch of sidewalk where Dax keeps his post.She has been working up to this for the better part of a week."Can I ask you something," she says, "and you'll actually answer me honestly."Dax glances at her, then back at the street. "I always answer you honestly.""This is different. This is about Caden."He is quiet a moment, considering, the way he considers most things before committing to a response. Dax has never been a man who fills silence simply to fill it, and she has come, over these months, to va
~Caden’s POV~He sends the message at eight in the morning.Pack Hall. My office. Ten o'clock.He does not explain the reason. He does not need to. An Alpha summoning someone to his office at a stated time requires no justification in advance, and he is not in the practice of offering justificatio
~Selene’s POV~The café is called something she doesn't register until she is already inside.She had not planned to stop. The morning had been a coordination assignment — a follow-up call with Bea at Meridian about a charity luncheon scheduled for the following week, forty-seven guests this time,
~Caden’s POV~The report arrives at half past eight in a folder so thin it seems insufficient for what it contains.Marcus, his lead financial analyst, sets it on the desk without ceremony and stands back with the posture of a man who has delivered difficult news before and has learned not to stand
~Caden’s POV~Four months.Four months since she walked out of this building and I have done nothing but work, manage, control, and refuse to think about the precise way she looked when the bond broke — the colour that left her face, the sound she didn't quite manage to suppress.I spin my phone sl







