เข้าสู่ระบบHi y’all!!! OMGGG so baby/life update — our little one is out!!! It became an unplanned CS though so I’m recovering harder than I expected. Currently still unable to move down below and the cut aches here and then. :/ Also baby is in the NICU for tests so please send over some well wishes/prayers that he’ll be healthy in the morning. ♡ Just wanted to update you guys that this will be the last chapter for this month while I recover and go into motherhood. I’m sorry for that but promise I’ll be back! I will let you know in the comments should there be any changes. This is a little cliffhanger but I promise the next ones will quench you guys hehe I love y’all & thank you especially to the beloved Miss J Rose. I truly love reading your comments ♡
Something inside me was wrong. At first, I thought it was just me worrying. Just anxiety twisting like a fist in my chest, the fear of not knowing where Luca was or if he was even alive. But it wasn’t just fear. It was absence. A weight that had always been there, subtle and steady, was suddenly gone. And even though part of me felt lighter, it was like something sharp had torn through me to get out. I could still feel Gavin. Harley. Their threads in the bond were tight and pulsing with worry. But Luca? Nothing. Just empty air where he should have been. We searched the edge of the woods near the cabins, Gavin and Harley keeping close, checking every rustling bush like Luca might suddenly appear and say, “Surprise!” But every minute that passed fed the dread clawing at my insides. And just as I was about to scream his name into the darkness… He appeared. Walking out of the trees like he hadn’t just vanished for an entire night. “Luca!” I didn’t wait. Didn’t think. Didn’t
ALPHA LUCAI didn’t know how far we’d walked.The trail wound deeper into the woods, past places where even the animals seemed to hold their breath. The silence was absolute. No birds, no rustling leaves, nothing but our footsteps crunching on the forest floor.And then we stopped.An old stone cottage materialized from between the trees, nearly invisible unless you were looking for it. Moss covered the walls, and ivy had claimed half the structure, swallowing it back into the forest.But it wasn’t the house that made my stomach drop.It was what surrounded it.Thin strands of black twine hung from the trees, knotted and looped in patterns that made my eyes hurt to follow. Symbols were carved into bark, glowing faintly blue like they were breathing.“Witch spells,” I said, stopping dead in my tracks.My uncle glanced back, looking almost impressed. “Not bad, kid.” “What the hell is this place?”“Sanctuary,” he said simply. “And a prison. Depending on which side of the barrier you’re
I had just set my phone back on the nightstand when I heard them. Two sets of footsteps outside the cabin. They were sharp, urgent, and… unmistakably familiar. The door swung open before I could even get up, and there they were. Gavin and Harley, both looking like they’d crossed half the state in under an hour. Which, knowing them, they probably had. I stared, frozen halfway between my bed and the door. Gavin looked relieved just to see me. Harley looked like he hadn’t taken a full breath since his phone call. “How did you even get here so fast?” My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, still rattled from the panic in Harley’s voice earlier. They exchanged one of those loaded looks, the kind that said they were having an entire silent argument about who should confess first. Then, in perfect unison… “We had Luca follow you.” I blinked. “You what?!” “He volunteered,” Gavin said quickly, holding up his hands like that made it better. “We weren’t spying, I swear. We just
By the time I stumbled back to the cabin, the girls were deep into manicures, a rom-com, and what sounded like their third round of gossip. Naya didn’t even look up from painting Kayla’s nails when she said, “Okay, spill. Who was that tall and mysterious stranger you were just talking to?” I froze. “You saw that?” “Girl, I was watching from the window like it was my own personal drama.” She grinned. “Distinguished jawline, sexy older man vibes. You looked like you fainted straight into a cologne ad.” Clarisse perked up from her spot on the couch. “Wait, was that a staff member? Because I need his number. For research purposes.” I sat down slowly, still feeling off-balance from the whole encounter. My legs felt shaky, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath. “He thought I was his niece at first. Mistaken identity thing.” “You do have mysterious long-lost heiress energy,” Naya said without missing a beat. I shot her a look, but couldn’t quite manage a smile. “Anyway… he said
ALPHA LUCA I didn’t realize how much I missed her until I saw her name on the resort’s guest list. Alessandra Noone. One line on a clipboard. One little signature scribbled in her messy handwriting. But my heart had practically thrown itself out of my chest when I spotted it. She was here. Safe. Still close enough that maybe, if I was careful or lucky, I could see her face, even from a distance. Back at the mansion, Gavin had basically moved into the library. The guy was living off coffee and ancient texts, hunting through wolf legends and mating bond research like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Maybe all of ours did. Harley had gone quiet again. Not sulking because it seemed he never really sulked. But I noticed that when Harley hurt, he did it in silence, locked away somewhere the rest of us couldn’t reach. He kept saying she was better off without the constant reminder of their past, of everything he’d done wrong when they were younger. I knew better than t
For the first time in weeks, I was surrounded by noise that wasn’t charged with the electric tension of three Alphas circling each other, and me, like predators claiming territory. After coming inside from the porch, we had started our brainstorming. Laughter bounced off the walls of the lakeside cabin as the girls sprawled across a nest of oversized beanbags and fuzzy blankets, halfway through a bottle of rosé and an aggressively color-coded PowerPoint draft. “Okay, but hear me out,” Naya said, waving her laptop around. “We open with a super deep quote that has literally nothing to do with our presentation.” Kayla nearly choked on her wine. “Like what?” “Freedom lies in being bold,” Naya said dramatically. “But we use it to introduce a paragraph about grammar mechanics.” “Evil genius,” I said, laughing into my chamomile tea. This was exactly what I’d been missing my whole life. Just normal girl time. No supernatural drama. No complicated feelings. No three devastatingly gorge







