LOGINJacob and Cecil arrived at Attorney Alisher Marshall’s law firm precisely as the clock struck the start of office hours. The moment they stepped out of the car, the air shifted. Eyes turned. Whispers rose like smoke.
It wasn’t just the employees who noticed; they had an audience of clients, guards, and even bystanders lingering in the parking lot.
Alisher’s security team, joined by a contingent of Mason’s pack enforcers and a few of Jacob’s trusted men, met them at the valet. No time was wasted. They were escorted swiftly and deliberately toward the top floor.
Cecil could feel the weight of a hundred stares trailing them. Her senses sharpened, picking up hushed conversations around her that were impossible to ignore.
Aria’s POVMason was finally settled into the suite beside his father’s room.Even then, the word settled felt like a lie. Nothing about tonight was settled; everything was raw, bleeding, hanging by threads held together by sheer will. I watched him sit on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched as if the weight of the entire Federation was pressing down on his spine.He looked exhausted.Not just physically, though the IV line taped to his arm told that story clearly, but in the way a man looks when he has stared too long into betrayal and still refuses to look away.Shaman Orun stepped forward, his presence immediately commandin
Mason’s POVThe room was still trembling from what I had done to Quinn.Not the walls but the people and the air itself. It carried the residue of magic, of fear, of truth dragged violently into the light. My claws were still out, stained with Quinn’s blood, my wolf pacing beneath my skin like a caged beast that had tasted blood and wanted more.And then I looked at Daxton.Pinned to the floor by Samantha’s unyielding strength, his chest heaved violently, eyes wide, not with anger now, not even defiance, but with terror. Raw, naked terror.That was when I knew.Guilt does not smel
Mason’s POVThe room felt smaller once the circle was complete.Not physically, nothing had changed about the size of the VIP suite, but the air itself had thickened, as if the walls were inching closer, listening, waiting; it was suffocating. Even the noises outside of the suite beyond the glass wall seemed to fade, swallowed by something older, heavier.Shaman Orun stood at the center of the ritual circle, his staff planted firmly against the floor. The symbols beneath his feet glowed faintly, pulsing like a slow, steady heartbeat. Aurora and Cecil stepped back, giving him space. No one spoke. No one breathed too loudly.Orun reached for the small metal cauldron he carried with him everywhere, dented, darken
Mason’s POVThe nurse led us down the quiet corridor of the VIP floor. The lighting was warmer here, dimmed just enough to feel less like a hospital and more like a place where important people waited for miracles.Room 803.I memorized the number as if it mattered, as if knowing it by heart would somehow anchor my father to this world.“This is the suite,” the nurse said gently, sliding her keycard and pushing the door open. “We’ll move your father in shortly. He’s still finishing his IV round.”I nodded. “Thank you.”She hesitated, her gaze fl
Mason’s POVThe moment we stepped into Silver Moon Medical Doctors Hospital, Hailey broke away from us the second we crossed the threshold.“Mom!” she cried.I followed her gaze down the corridor, and my chest tightened.Quinn was on the bench crying with her sister, her elegant clothes wrinkled, her composure completely shattered. Her sister was crouched beside her, arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, whispering useless comforts through tears of her own.My stepmother looked small.Fragile.That alone told me how ba
Mason’s POVA smirk tugged at my lips the moment Aria asked the question. I could tell by the crease between her brows that she was already running through possibilities, thinking ten steps ahead the way she always did.To her, this wasn’t a small matter; it was the future of an entire pack. And even though that pack betrayed her, there are still people in there that truly cared for her, and she cared for.To me?It was already half-solved.“I might already have the perfect candidate in mind,” I said casually, leaning back, letting the confidence in my voice speak for itself. “I just need to convince him.”







