LOGIN**Cole’s POV** “There is one more thing,” Sabrina’s mother says, like she’s tying off the last thread of a perfectly managed afternoon. “Before we conclude this gathering…” She pauses, letting the silence settle. “I think it is in everyone’s best interest that Maya’s mother is informed of your plans.” “What plans?” My voice comes out sharper than I intend, my eyes locking onto hers. “The memorial.” Her tone remains gentle and unbothered. “She deserves to know. Stella has the right to say goodbye to her daughter. If she hears of it from someone else, it will only create unnecessary complications—” Her gaze flicks briefly toward Sabrina. “—and with Sabrina’s condition, I’m sure we would all prefer to avoid chaos. I trust you agree, Alpha. It is simply the right thing to do.” A cold weight drops into my gut. She wants me to tell Stella… that I am holding a memorial for a daughter who is still alive. Is she out of her mind? “Mrs. White is right,” elder Miriam adds from a
**Cole's POV** "As good as that sounds, the memorial service will need my full attention for the coming weeks," I quickly come up with an excuse not to marry Sabrina immediately, and my voice carries the measured weight of an Alpha who is being completely reasonable. "After that settles and the pack has had its time to grieve — then we can revisit the matter of a ceremony. I suggest we push the wedding planning until after the memorial." Elder White simply raises his left eyebrow and leans forward, slowly, the way a man leans forward when he has been waiting patiently for exactly this moment. "Push it," he repeats. "Yes, and that is because the timing is not ideal for—" "The timing," elder White cuts me off gently, "is not something we have the luxury of choosing, Alpha." His eyes drop pointedly to Sabrina's midsection, and then rise back to mine. "Your pup is not waiting. It does not know that its father has a full schedule. It does not know about memorial services or pack
**Cole's POV** 'I know this is the last thing we want to do. But if we go back on our word in front of this council, White will challenge us for breaking our agreement and he will win. This man is too calculated to outmaneuver in front of everyone. We say what we agreed. Then we find Maya and make this right.' My wolf chimes in quietly in my head as voice of reason not to go back on my agreement, and it takes everything in me to go with his plan. I swallow hard, "After much consideration," I say, and my voice stays steady because I will not let it do anything else, "I have made the decision to hold a memorial service for Maya, as Elder White suggested at yesterday's meeting." The room exhales. Then Miriam's hand flies to her mouth and her eyes fill immediately, the way the eyes of a woman fill when she has been holding grief on behalf of someone else for a very long time and has finally been given permission to put it down. "Oh, Alpha," she breathes. "My condole—" "Elder
**Cole's POV**Elder White's sitting room is fuller than I expected.There is Elder Miriam, Elder Thomas, Elder Marcus, and two additional council members seated along the far wall.Realization hits me hard that this asshole set me up for public humiliation.I clench my jaw and take in the room without blinking, then look at Elder White. He looks back at me with that same immaculate composure — not even the ghost of submission in his expression.So this was always the plan. He was never going to let this be private.Fine. I will dance to your music for now. But before I am done, I will burn you and your wicked family to the ground.I breathe in slowly through my nose and walk in.Every head turns, including Sabrina's. She is seated beside her mother on the sofa nearest the window, dressed in a long floral lime green dress with white sandals — composed, every detail considered. She looks up when I enter and I watch that brightness move through her eyes before she smooths it back into s
**Cole's POV**"Alpha." Dr. Hana's voice is quiet and steady. "I have served this pack for sixteen years. Under your father, and under you. My loyalty has never wavered, and it will not begin now."A brief pause."No one has contacted me. No one has interfered with these results. What I am telling you is the truth — the same truth the test has confirmed twice.""Are you certain?" My voice comes out lower than I expect, edged with something dangerous.Then, firm and unwavering — "Yes, Alpha."Silence crashes over me.I just stand there, the words circling, refusing to settle. The same truth… confirmed twice.My grip tightens around the phone, plastic creaking faintly beneath my fingers as something cold and vicious coils in my chest.That conniving bitch planned this.But how? How the hell did she pull this off without me knowing?'Because women are clever like that,' my wolf drawls, sharp and mocking."Shit," I mutter under my breath.A soft, pointed cough cuts through the line. "Ahem
**Cole's POV** The next morning, pack patrol takes longer than I intend. Three hours covering the eastern and northern borders with six of my best men — checking markers, reviewing overnight reports, listening to my beta Dane walk me through a breach in the northern fence line that was flagged before dawn. I give the right instructions. I ask the right questions. I look like an Alpha who has his mind entirely on his pack's security. I am getting better at pretending. The truth is I have not slept. I lay in my bed last night staring at the ceiling and thinking about DNA results and a pregnancy that should not be possible and an elder who is already composing his victory speech. I dismissed the patrol at the eastern gate just after nine and walked home alone through the back path that cuts through the small patch of woodland behind my house. The trees are still and grey this morning. The ground is soft under my boots. Everything smells of damp earth and last night's light ra
**Shawn's POV** "He wanted me to be prepared," I correct. "To know how to protect myself if anything ever happened to him." The irony of that statement burns. "So he took you on a job," Stella says softly. I nod, and suddenly I'm not sitting on a park bench anymore. I'm back there. In th
**Stella's POV** Sabrina's confusion vanishes, replaced by something calculating. “I went to talk to Stella,” she says. Her voice softens, dips into something fragile and vulnerable. “I wanted to reason with her. She’s taking Noah away from his birthright, and I couldn’t just stand by and let tha
**Shawn's POV** Stella’s question catches me off guard. I never would’ve come here on my own. Victor asked me to check on her before he left—asked in that way that wasn’t really a request at all. Ever since she lost temporary custody of her son, she’d shut herself away and her father was worrie
**Stella's POV** Shawn's hands tighten on the wheel. "It's complicated." It's complicated?! I frown, wondering if that's all the explanation I will get. "That's not an answer." I force myself to look at him. "I almost died because of your debt. You owe me an explanation more than it's complica







