تسجيل الدخولChapter 20: The PriceDr. Hale didn’t make me sit this time. He turned the monitor toward me and stood beside it with his glasses in his hand.“I’m going to say this in plain words,” he said. “You’ve earned plain words. I’m a doctor. I don’t care about packs or councils. I care about her.”Down the hall, Wren was asleep. I had stopped at her door on the way in. Her forehead was warm under my palm, not too warm. Dara slept in the chair beside her with her mouth open. Two of Kade’s men stood guard. I had driven here alone, and I had not let myself look in the mirror.“Wren’s body reads the parental bond like a map,” Dr. Hale said. “It tells her which half is which. What she is. Right now there’s no map. Her body guesses, and it guesses wrong. It treats her wolf as something that doesn’t belong, and it attacks it.”“Kade’s blood—”“Bought time. A week, maybe two. Blood doesn’t fix the cause.” He tapped the screen. A line, climbing. “The mate bond between you and the Alpha was cut five yea
Chapter 19: HeadlineThe photograph was on every screen in the lobby.I saw it before I reached the elevators. Three flat screens above the security desk, the same image on all of them. A balcony. A red dress. Kade’s forehead against mine, his jacket on my shoulders, his hand in mine. The headline ran across the bottom in white letters.ALPHA’S DEAD WIFE RETURNS.Under it, smaller: WHO IS VESPER ASHWORTH?The security guard looked at the screens, then at me, then at his own shoes.In the elevator I opened my phone. In the picture my face was tipped up toward him. I looked like a woman who had already decided. I hadn’t.I scrolled. Forty-one missed calls. Eleven from Julian. Every news site had the picture. Every article had a line from a source close to the pack. One had a second photo: Rhea in gold, head bowed, one hand pressed to her throat. Rhea, who has stood beside the Alpha for five years, declined to comment, wishing him only peace. The statement was time-stamped 6:02 a.m. She
Chapter 18: Red DressThree days since the photograph. The curtains stayed closed. The picture lived inside a hardcover book on the top shelf of my closet, between pages 212 and 213, where Wren couldn’t reach it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The gala was Saturday. Ashworth Trading threw it every November for the children’s hospital. Every year I wore black and shook hands for four hours.When I came out of the shower, Dara was sitting on my bed. She had laid something across the quilt.Red. Silk. Narrow straps, a low open back.I stopped in the doorway.“No.”“You wore this the night he came home.”“I’m not wearing it.”“Then wear a lie.” Dara held it up by the straps. “The one that says you’re fine. The one that says you haven’t thought about him once. It doesn’t have to be true, Vesper. It just has to work.”I looked at it for a long time. It still smelled faintly of the cedar chest I had kept it in for five years.I took it.“The zipper’s fixed,” Dara said.“I know. I fixe
Chapter 17: The Stranger AlphaThree days since I told Kade to do the test. No call. I had stopped checking my phone and started checking it every four minutes.“The synergies alone,” Julian Ames said, “are extraordinary.”I had stopped listening at minute two. Eleven board members sat around the long glass table, and every one of them was nodding at a spreadsheet I had already read twice. Priya sat at my elbow with her notebook open. Her pen hadn’t moved in ten minutes.The doors opened.“Ah.” Julian was on his feet before the man was through them. “Here he is. Alpha Vale. Mr. Vale. Please, please, sit.”“Julian. I’m a guest. Sit.” The voice was warm, easy, almost amused. Julian sat so fast his chair squeaked.He was tall, in a navy suit, fair hair swept back from a face that was very easy to look at. He shook hands down the line. He remembered names. He asked one of our directors about her daughter’s recital.When he reached me, the heat under my ribs went flat and still. My nails p
Chapter 16: Terms and ConditionsVESPERI wrote the contract by hand, on the back of hospital forms, at three in the morning.I wanted every word to be mine. No lawyers. No templates. Just a pen, a page, and thirty days. The same thirty days the council had given us. I had done that math too.At eight o’clock sharp, Kade walked down the pediatric hall with Dorian a few steps behind him. I was waiting outside Wren’s room with the page in my hand and a cup of cold coffee I hadn’t touched.“Read it,” I said. “Then sign it.”I had titled it Thirty Day Agreement. Underneath, in five numbered lines:1. Every visit is supervised. I am in the room.2. Wren decides every visit. If she says no, the answer is no.3. No secrets. Anything about her health, the pack, or the council, he tells me first.4. No tracking. No phones, no devices, no men following her.5. No touching Wren without her permission.Kade took the pen from my hand. He signed at the bottom before I had finished sliding the page
Chapter 15: The Dawn CouncilKADEThe moon hall was cold at dawn. It always was.It was a round room with a stone floor and a high ceiling open at the center, where the last of the night showed through as a gray circle. The elders sat in a half ring at the far end, behind a long black table. Nine seats. Most of the people in them had known me since I was a boy.Corwin stood to the left of the table, hands folded, calm as always. Four of the elders had turned their chairs slightly toward him. I noticed that. I noticed everything this morning, because I hadn’t slept. I kept thinking of her asleep in that chair with my coat on her shoulders. I pushed the thought away. Not here.Rhea sat behind her father in black. She didn’t look at me.My eyes went to the empty chair at my left. The Luna’s chair. There was dust on the arm. Nobody had sat in it for five years.Dorian walked half a step behind me. I could feel him there.“You’re late, Alpha,” Elder Thess said. She was the oldest at the ta







