LOGINTWENTYThe oak door clicked shut as Heath and Tricia headed back down to the main floor, taking the empty wooden platter and beer bottles with them. Their warm, lively energy lingered in the room, but as the footsteps faded down the hallway, a soft, heavy stillness settled over the study.Seth didn't move from his spot against the desk. He stayed right beside Kelsie, his arm still wrapped around her waist, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic strokes against her hip.Kelsie rested her head back against his chest, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heart. The burger and beer had brought the color fully back to her face, but her mind was spinning through everything Tricia had shared."Seth?""Yeah?" his voice was a low, velvet rumble near her ear."Tricia mentioned the pack..." Kelsie paused, tracing the seam of her jeans with her thumbnail as she gathered her thoughts. "In the lore... when an Alpha takes a mate, she becomes the Luna, right? The female leader of the enti
Chapter 19: Moonlight and AftershocksThe lingering hum of silver light finally dissolved into the ambient shadows of the upper hall, but the physical toll hit Kelsie with the blunt force of a freight train.A sudden, dizzying wave of vertigo slammed into her, as if the heavy oak floorboards under her boots had suddenly transformed into churning water. Her lungs seized on an intake of air that felt impossibly cold—like breathing liquid nitrogen—and an intense, involuntary shiver wracked her frame from her collarbones straight down to her heels."Whoa—I’ve got you."Seth caught her before her knees could touch the runner rug. His broad arms wrapped around her waist in a motion so fluid it was almost seamless, lifting her lightened frame effortlessly against his chest. He carried her into his private study in three long, urgent strides, kicking the heavy oak doors shut behind them with his boot heel before gently settling her onto the deep leather sofa near the stone hearth."Breathe, K
Chapter Eighteen: Silver in the TimbersThe heavy black SUV ground to a halt at the edge of the dense timber, its tires churning through a slick patch of mud before Seth killed the engine.Outside, the air on the western ridge was crisp, biting, and thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. The washout was a steep, eroded embankment where spring runoff had carved a deep gully into the hillside, making it a natural blind spot for the pack’s boundary fence.The moment Seth opened his door, his entire posture transformed. The relaxed, teasing lover from the kitchen was gone; in his place stood the Sterling Alpha—lethal, hyper-vigilant, and radiating an invisible wave of dominance that made the air feel thin. He circled the vehicle in two long strides, opening Kelsie’s door and resting a firm, heavy hand on her waist as she stepped down onto the muddy trail."Stay close," Seth muttered, his amber eyes scanning the tree line. "Directly behind me."Heath and three heavy-set patro
Chapter 16: Tactical CuddlingThe logistics of getting into bed with a six-foot-four, three-hundred-pound Alpha werewolf turned out to be a complex mathematical problem Kelsie was entirely unequipped to solve.After returning her oversized robe to the bathroom, she had settled into a borrowed gray t-shirt of Seth’s that swallowed her down to her mid-thighs. It smelled overwhelmingly like him—cedar, ozone, and clean skin—which did absolutely nothing to quiet her mounting anxiety.The master bed was practically the size of a small zip code, heaped with plush charcoal linens, oversized pillows, and a heavy down comforter. That was the good news. The bad news was that Seth was currently standing on his side of the mattress, stripping off his heavy tactical shirt and leaving him in a thin, fitted black tank top and dark athletic pants.Okay. Focus on the ceiling, Kelsie told herself, sliding under the covers on her side and pulling the blanket up to her chin. You are an adult. You are a ma
Chapter 15: The Calm in the SteamThe heavy oak double doors clicked shut behind Seth with a quiet, solid thud, sealing the silence of the fourth-floor sanctuary around her.Kelsie stood in the center of the room, letting the stillness settle over her. Three sets of eyes. An involuntary shudder ran down her spine, but the surge of panic was almost instantly met by the solid reality of where she was right now. Safe. Deep inside the packhouse, elevated four stories above the mountain, surrounded by stone, timber, and the overwhelming scent of cedar and rain that belonged entirely to Seth.Pushing herself away from the foot of the bed, Kelsie walked through the massive wooden sliding door into the master bath.If the bedroom was designed for rest, this space was built for pure, unadulterated restoration. Deep charcoal slate tiles lined the floor and walls, catching the low, ambient glow of recessed lighting. Opposite a massive granite double vanity sat the drop-in soaking tub—an oversize
Chapter Fourteen: The Line in the StoneThe wind off the canyon crest caught the last of Kelsie’s tears, cooling her cheeks as she kept her palm pressed firmly against the heavy, rhythmic thumping of Seth’s heart. The silence on the recessed balcony was no longer a vacuum of isolation; it had transformed into a solid, shared weight. Two survivors standing at the apex of the world, looking down at the wreckage of their pasts and finding, for the first time, a common language in the ruins.Kelsie slowly swallowed the lump in her throat, her hazel eyes clearing as she looked up into the burning amber of his gaze. Her mind, usually a hyper-efficient machine of columns and spreadsheets, had completely abandoned its search for an external rulebook. She didn't need data to understand the man before her. She just needed to look at the fierce, unyielding tenderness in his face."Seth," she began, her voice a soft whisper that barely carried over the rustle of the Douglas fir canopy below. She







