LOGINTwo weeks after Adrian’s birth, we finally move back to the penthouse.“Are you sure about this?” Catherine asks for the third time as she helps pack baby supplies. “You’re welcome to stay at the estate as long as you need.”“I appreciate that, Mom. But we need to get back to our own space. Establish some routine.” I’m trying to fold tiny onesies one-handed while holding Adrian, who refuses to be put down. “Besides, Kael needs to get back to the office at some point.“I can work remotely indefinitely,” Kael says, appearing with another box of baby gear. How did one tiny human accumulate so much stuff in two weeks?“You’ve been working remotely for two weeks. Marcus is probably ready to murder you.”‘Marcus is fine. He sends updates every four hours like I requested.”“You’re micromanaging from paternity leave.”“I’m delegating effectively.” But he’s smiling. “Fine. Maybe I can go into the office a few hours next week. If you’re comfortable being alone with Adrian.”The thought terr
The first twenty-four hours with Adrian are simultaneously the most beautiful and most exhausting of my life.He’s perfect-everyone agrees on that. Tiny but healthy, with strong lungs that he demonstrates frequently at 2 AM, 3 AM, and 4 AM. Dr. Vance checks him thoroughly and pronounces him completely normal, though she notes his Alpha aura is already unusually strong for a newborn.“He’s going to be powerful,” she says, watching him sleep in my arms. “Just like his parents.”The prophecy hangs unspoken in the air. The most powerful Alpha in generations, born to unite the packs. But right now, he’s just my baby-small and warm and utterly dependent on me for everything.“You should sleep,” Kael says for the hundredth time. He’s been hovering since the birth, alternating between staring at Adrian in wonder and trying to get me to rest.“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I panic that he’s stopped breathing.”“He’s fine. Look at him.” Kael gestures to where Adrian sleeps in
The walk down the aisle feels like it takes forever and no time at all.Two hundred faces turn to watch me-Alphas, Lunas, pack members from across North America. I recognize some: Luna Victoria and the council members, Alpha Sarah Chen, Alpha David Rodriguez. Even some of the conservative bloc is here, looking uncomfortable but present. Marcus stands beside Kael as Beta, grinning like an idiot.Eleanor sits in the front row with Catherine, both of them dabbing at their eyes.But I only see Kael.His eyes track every step I take, gold flickering through the gray like he’s barely maintaining control. His hands are clenched at his sides, and I can feel his Alpha power humming through the air- possessive, protective, impatient.When Alexander and I finally reach the altar, Kael looks at my father.“She’s yours,” Alexander says formally, the traditional words. “Treat her well, or answer to the Moonhaven pack.”“I’ll treat her like the gift she is,” Kael responds.“And ‘ll answer to no one
Three weeks later, I’m thirty-nine weeks pregnant and ready to be done.“I can’t see my feet,” I complain to Eleanor as she supervises the ceremony setup at the Moonhaven estate. “I waddle everywhere. I have to pee every fifteen minutes. And this baby has decided my ribs are his personal jungle gym.”“You’re almost there,” Eleanor says, examining the floral arrangements with a critical eye. “Dr. Vance said you could go into labor any day now.”“She’s been saying that for two weeks.” I shift uncomfortably in my chair. “At this rate, I’m going to be pregnant at my own mating ceremony.”“Would that be so terrible?” Catherine appears with a glass of water I definitely need. “Having your ceremony while carrying Alexander’s grandson? There’s something poetic about it.”“There’s something uncomfortable about it,” I counter. “I can barely fit into the dress we ordered. If I get any bigger, I’ll need a tent.”“The dress is perfect,” Catherine assures me. “And you look beautiful.”I don’t fe
Two weeks after Margaret’s banishment, life starts to feel almost normal again.Almost.I’m eight months pregnant now, huge and uncomfortable and constantly needing to pee. Dr. Vance has cleared me for light activity but insists on weekly check-ups. The baby is healthy, active, and apparently determined to use my bladder as a punching bag.“He’s going to be a fighter,” Kael says one morning, his hand on my belly as our son delivers a particularly aggressive kick. “Just like his mother.”“I’m not a fighter. I’m a mediator.”“You fought Margaret Cross. You fought the conservative bloc. You fought for your right to exist.” His eyes meet mine. “You’re absolutely a fighter, Rice .” I suppose he has a point.We’ve moved back to Kael’s penthouse, though security remains tight. Connor and Maya are still assigned to me, along with two additional wolves who rotate shifts. It’s excessive, but after everything that’s happened, I don’t argue.The conservative Alpha bloc has gone quiet. Alpha Ja
The emergency Luna council meeting is scheduled for 9 AM. I barely sleep, but this time it’s not from existential dread-it’s anticipation. Margaret Cross tried to destroy me with lies, and now we get to watch her fall.“Wear the green dress,” Kael says, already dressed in a sharp navy suit. “The one that makes you look like a queen.”“Feeling vindictive this morning?”“Extremely.” His smile is sharp. “That woman made you doubt your own existence for three days. I want her to see exactly what she failed to break when we walk into that council chamber.”I dress carefully, Margaret helping with my hair and makeup. By the time I’m ready, I look powerful. Regal. Exactly what a Luna should be.“Perfect,” Eleanor says when we come downstairs. She’s in her signature cream and pearls, looking every inch the former Luna. “Let’s go Sagend the council why they made the right choice keeping you unbound.”The council meeting is at the same Summit Lodge where the Alpha gathering took place. But this
Sage’s POVThe drawing room was exactly what I’d expected from a wealthy werewolf family-all antique furniture, oil paintings of stern-looking ancestors, and a fireplace large enough to roast an entire deer.Mrs. Thorne sat in a high-backed chair like it was a throne, wearing a sky blue dress that
Sage’s POVI was going to throw up, and it had nothing to do with morning sickness.The midnight blue dress fit perfectly. The shoes made my legs look longer than they actually were. I’d even managed to do something with my hair that looked intentional instead of “I gave up halfway through.” But n
Sage’s POV“No. I was hoping to catch Kael before his day gets busy.” Jade moved closer, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “We had such a productive meeting Tuesday. I wanted to follow up on a few points.”“Mr. Thorne isn’t in yet. I can schedule an appointment“I’ll wait.” She perche
Sage’s POVThe next morning, I arrived at the office to find a woman sitting at my desk.Not just any woman. A tall, leggy brunette in a designer suit that probably cost more than my monthly rent, casually flipping through the filesI’d left organized in my inbox.“Excuse me,” I said, my voice shar







