LOGIN**Shawn's POV** "You can leave my bedroom now." I go still. Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn't one of them. I look down at her — she's already shifting slightly away from me, creating distance where there wasn't any a minute ago, her eyes fixed somewhere past my shoulder like the wall has suddenly become very interesting. "Stella." "Mm." "What just happened between us—" "You should get some sleep," she says like she's closing a tab she opened by accident. "It's late and tomorrow is going to be a long day." I study her profile. "That's what you're going with." "I don't know what you mean." "You know exactly what I mean." She finally looks at me, and her expression is composed in the particular way that takes effort to maintain. "We've both had an intense night. Adrenaline does strange things to people. It didn't mean anything, Shawn. Let's not make it complicated." She is blaming adrenaline. I look at her for a long moment with a frown and th
**Stella's POV** I kiss Shawn like I'm trying to forget everything that happened tonight—the swerving car, the screaming tires, the certainty that I was about to die with my son in the backseat. His hands move to my waist and grip hard, and I press closer, needing to feel something other than fear. Needing to feel alive instead of like a ghost who narrowly escaped her own death. The steam wraps around us. He's naked and dripping, and I'm still clothed, and somehow that makes this feel even more urgent. His hands find the belt for my robe, untie and pull it down in one smooth motion. It hits the wet tile with a sound I barely register because his mouth is on my neck now, finding that spot that makes my thoughts scatter. I should feel self-conscious. Should second-guess this. But all I feel is the desperate need to let this night out of my body somehow—to replace terror with sensation. He lifts me onto the counter, and the cold tile against my back makes me gasp. His hands
** Shawn's POV** The bathroom is exactly as I left it the last time I used it. It smells like her as I turn the shower on hot and step in and stand there and let the night come apart under the water. I press both palms flat against the tiles. I can't believe I have spent years in the inner circles of this family — present enough to be useful, invisible enough to be forgotten in the moments that matter. I have survived all of it by knowing my exact place and never once stepping outside it. Tonight I sat in a car with Victor's daughter and told her, in the space between careful words, that the danger was her stepmom and brothers. She is going to be very difficult to be professionally neutral about it especially that they tried to get rid of her when she was with her pup That thought is still settling when the bathroom door opens. I turn without urgency — and stop. Stella is in the doorway. She has clothes folded over one arm — a grey shirt, dark joggers — and she
**Shawn's POV** Stella hasn't said a word since the attack. Not in the car. Not when we got to her apartment building. The doorman took one look at us and stepped aside quietly. He could tell it had been a bad night. And it was. I keep thinking about Rose and her sons. How dare they send those rogues knowing full well that Noah was with Stella at that moment? 'But I guess when you want someone dead, nothing else matters.' My wolf scoffs in my head. 'Well, they did a messy job. Tomorrow at the conference, I'm going to find whoever gave that order. And I'm going to be watching them very closely.' I respond to him. The elevator doors close and we begin moving upward. Stella is standing next to me holding Noah against her shoulder. Her hand rubs slow circles on his back without her even thinking about it. He's asleep, with his little fist gripping her shirt like he doesn't want to let go. She isn't looking at me. She's staring at the wall above the elevator buttons. Not r
**Stella's POV** I already reach for Noah who was startled into a sharp cry, his face crumpled and confused, and I drag him against my chest and curl over him as the car swerves again — controlled this time, Shawn's hands steady and deliberate on the wheel — and through the window I see them. Three vehicles. Dark, unmarked, moving with the coordinated purpose of things that have been waiting. "Shawn —" "I see them." In the rearview mirror Joe's headlights swing wide, then sharpen — he's accelerating, positioning himself behind us, and I watch his car take a hit from one of the dark vehicles and hold the road. "How many are they?" I ask. My voice is steadier than I have any right to. "At least six in the vehicles." Shawn's eyes are moving — mirror, road, mirror, window — fast and methodical. "Could be more on foot." On foot. The thought barely completes itself before the car stops because there is something blocking the road ahead — and Shawn has his door open before
**Stella's POV** The awkward silence stretches long enough to become a different kind of silence — not the held-breath kind but the settling kind, the kind that comes after a storm has moved through and left the air changed. My father leans back in his armchair. He looks tired — but tired in the way of someone who has expended something. Noah shifts against me again, sighing in his sleep, one small fist opening and closing against my collarbone. "Don't let them rattle you," my father says. I look at him. "They didn't rattle me." He gives me a look that says he knows exactly how rattled I am. I look back at the fire. "Dad." The word still feels new in my mouth — strange and slightly too big, like shoes I haven't broken in yet. "I have to be honest with you about something." "Then be honest." I take a breath. "My entire professional experience," I say, "is a few days in a mailroom at Ace Industries." I pause to let that sit. "I sorted packages. I logged deliverie
**Sabrina's POV** Cole is waiting for me at the pack house entrance. Not pacing. Not agitated. Just standing there with his arms folded and his eyes on the door like he knew exactly when I would walk through it. Which means he wasn't just calling me back. He was timing me. I keep my expression
**Stella's POV** "I didn't," I say. "I didn't take anything on my own. I didn't even know it was in my system until—" I stop myself from mentioning Shawn's name whom I probably know that Ezekiel despises because he took me away from the date. "Someone drugged me. I don't know who. I don't know wh
**Stella's POV** "The sofa pulls out," I say, already moving toward the hallway leading to my bedroom. "There are extra blankets in the cupboards. Help yourself." "I know I upset you with my beliefs but—" "Goodnight, Shawn." I close my bedroom door behind me. --- I lie on top of the cov
**Stella's POV** “I—it’s nothing,” I say quickly while signaling Maria to put the flowers down and excuse me. “Do you have any news on Maya?” “Well,” Cole says slowly, “I need you to sit down.” The flowers become blurry as my eyes fill with tears. “Just tell me,” I say. “Did you find her?”







