MasukThe phone kept ringing.My heart was still racing from Clara’s question when I reached for it. For a second I expected to see Xaden’s name, or Teiran’s, or an unknown number that meant the pack had found me. Instead, the screen showed Noah.I answered before the call could go to voicemail.“Hey, Noah.”“There she is,” his familiar voice came through, warm and easy. “I was starting to think you’d fallen off the face of the earth. You good?”I glanced at Clara. She was still watching me, curiosity clear on her face.“I’m okay,” I said, shifting against the hospital pillows. “Just… dealing with some stuff. How are you?”“Same old. Work’s been messy, my landlord’s being a pain again, and I almost bought a plant I would definitely kill within a week. You know, the usual.” He paused, then added more softly, “For real though, you’ve been quiet. I just wanted to check in.”The simple kindness in his voice made my throat tighten. Noah had always been like this, easy and steady. But I hadn't
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re pregnant?”Clara’s voice wasn’t loud, but it still hit me like a punch to the guts.My throat tightened until it hurt to swallow. For a second I couldn’t look at her. I stared at the edge of the blanket instead, my fingers curling into the thin fabric.“I was scared,” I said finally. My voice came out small and rough. “I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know what you would think.”Clara leaned forward in the plastic chair, her elbows on her knees, and her eyes fixed on my face. “Zia. You’re my best friend. You show up at my door looking like you walked through hell, you faint on my couch, and then I happened to find out from a doctor that you’re pregnant. How long have you known?”I forced myself to meet her eyes, even though my hands trembled when I met her gaze.“It has not been that long,” I admitted.Clara exhaled slowly and dragged a hand through her hair. “Okay. Okay. Just… start from the beginning. What happened? And don’t give me the short ve
Louiza’s eyes rolled back before I could finish saying her name.I lunged forward and caught her before she slid fully off the couch.Her head lolled against my shoulder. “Zia— Louiza!” I tapped her cheek softly, then harder, but there was no response.Her breathing was shallow but present.I lowered her carefully onto the couch, yanked my phone out of my back pocket, and dialed emergency services with trembling fingers. The operator’s calm voice on the other end, and I quickly gave him my address and told them my best friend had collapsed without warning.They told me to stay on the line. I put the phone on speaker and stayed on my knees beside the couch, holding Louiza’s hand and watching her chest rise and fall like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.The wait for the ambulance felt longer than it probably was. I kept saying her name in case she could hear me. When the paramedics finally came through the door, I moved out of their way and answered their questions a
Clara didn’t wait for me to answer. She stepped forward, wrapped an arm around my waist, and half-guided, half-pulled me inside. The door shut behind us. The lock turned. For the first time in hours, I felt the warmth of being in a house. “Sit,” Clara ordered, guiding me toward the couch. “Actually, no. Shower first. You look like you walked through a construction site. I’ll get you clothes.” I didn’t argue. My body had moved past the point of protest into a shaking form of exhaustion. She guided me to the bathroom, turned the water on, and left a folded T-shirt and shorts on the counter. When she closed the door, I sat on the closed toilet lid for a full minute before I could make myself undress. The hot water stung the healing claw marks and the blisters on my feet. But I managed the pain. I washed my body, watching dirt swirl down the drain, and tried not to think about the mansion or the two men who were probably only just realizing I was gone. When I stepped ou
I didn’t stop walking until the lights of the pack territory had completely disappeared behind me.Only then did my legs give out enough that I had to sit on a low concrete barrier at the edge of an empty road. My bag felt heavier than it should have. My shoulder still ached dully from the healing claw marks, and the rest of my body throbbed.I pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.I had left.Elena’s threat replayed in my head: Leave on your own, or I tell them everything. And I had chosen the only option that kept the truth from reaching Xaden and Teiran’s ears in the worst possible way.My phone had a little battery left. My fingers shook as I found Clara’s name and pressed call.She answered on the second ring.“Zia? Hey. What’s up?”“I left,” I said. My voice came out rough. “I left the mansion.”There was a short, startled pause.“Okay… okay. Talk to me. What happened?”“I’ll explain everything once I’m at your place.” I swallowed hard.
Xaden's POV I don't know but something smelled off today. Louiza’s scent, that usually threaded through the halls, had reduced, like it was almost gone. Teiran felt it too. I saw it in the way he kept glancing toward the corridor that led to the guest wing, his jaw tight.“She’s avoiding us,” he said finally, standing near the window of our study with his arms crossed. “She has been since we moved her rooms.”“I know.”“She’s angry.”“I know that too.”By late afternoon the feeling that something was off grew stronger. I went to the guest room myself. The door was unlocked. The bed was made. But she wasn't in there My wolf stirred, restless.I checked the bathroom. The closet. The drawers. Most of her things were still there, but the small bag she had arrived with was gone. A few of her clothes were missing. My hands trembled as the thought crawled into my mind.Could she have left?I found Teiran in the hallway on my way back down.“She’s not in her room,” I said.His expressio
Once I entered the club, eyes were boring into my ass and cleavage, specifically, the males’. I felt exposed and vulnerable in this piece of fabric. God! I could have worn something that showed less skin. As I was walking aimlessly, looking for my friend, a tall, handsome blonde guy stopped me in m
“You’re not going to force me into a marriage because of the debt you owe.” I spat, my cheeks tear-stained, and my fist tightened at my sides."I have your mother's last remaining item, so you will agree." He said, a smirk playing on his lips. Why is he so mean? I'm sure my mom left it with him so
It took five hours before we crossed the borders. The drive was so quiet and boring and I fell asleep at intervals. The pack was more modernized than my pack before I moved to the city. It was just like the city but there were forest for running.We stopped at a place I assumed to be the packhouse
As he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, my pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out the club's relentless beat until it was just a faint echo. His body, from those piercing eyes to the cocky tilt of his grin, was captured in my mind, his fingers grazing my thigh possessively as we move through t







