LOGINKADE’S POV
I hadn't slept this well in a long time since my parents passed away.
I had slept with many beauties but none of them could compare to Andrea. My mate was perfect. Her plump body, her tight pussy, and even her naughty claws that had scraped my back were perfect. I would never get tired of making love to her.
Was that the power of the bond? If so, I couldn't wait to do it all over again. And again, and again.
I stretched like a big cat reaching out for my mate’s warm body, already yearning to make love to her again.
However, I felt nothing. My eyes flew open and took in her side of the bed—empty. The only evidence she had ever been there were the rumpled sheets and her scent clinging to me and the air in the cabin.
“Andrea?” I called out as I climbed out of bed.
“Andrea!” The bathroom door was ajar, and there was no one inside.
My heart rate quickened as I did a three-sixty turn like a fool.
She was…gone. After sex with me?
How dare her? This little Omega!
'Is that a big deal? You always did the same to other women before.' Jaxon deadpanned.
"I am the Alpha! She should never do this to me!" I gritted.
'Go find her, maybe she's on the deck.'
I rushed out of my cabin onto the main deck of the ship. Servants were clearing up after the festival, and wolves that had spent the night were leaving. I searched the ship from top to bottom—and nothing.
Andrea left me, without a single word of goodbye.
Just like that, the blissful feeling dissipated, replaced with anger and betrayal that ached so much, I felt it with every breath.
No one had ever dared to do that to me. Everyone in this city feared the cost of my wrath. Was she different? Had she used me?
The thought sent spikes of anger shooting up and down my spine. Alpha Nightshade didn’t take lightly to being used.
'Calm down,' Jaxon’s voice crooned within me. 'Maybe our mate had her reasons.'
“Then she should leave at least a note,” I muttered darkly.
'Let’s go find her,' he urged.
“Find her?” I scoffed, feeling stupid pride rise in me. "Why should I go chasing her through the streets of New York like a love-struck puppy when she left us first?"
“I’ll do no such thing,” I hissed. "She'd better come back and apologize first, or she'd deserve some discipline."
Before my wolf could protest, my phone rang and it was from my grandfather. I was in no mood to deal with it but I knew he wouldn't stop trying.
"Good morning, grandfather. What is it?" I greeted, not exactly in a very kind tone.
"Come to the revolving restaurant, Kade. I've found you a perfect Luna!"
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ANDREA’S POV
I got halfway before I realized that I should have left a note for Kade. I hoped dealing with Beck wouldn't take long. I was already missing Kade even though it was only an hour since we separated. I sped up to the apartment.
I arrived to see my suitcases lined up outside. The door was ajar, and I could hear Beck rummaging inside the apartment.
Growling in anger, I grabbed the largest suitcase and hurled it back into the apartment. Beck was in the living room, throwing my books into a cardboard box.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shrieked, startling him.
After he regained his composure, he turned to me. “What does it look like? I’ve upgraded, and now I’m getting rid of the old.”
I stalked towards him and yanked the book out of his hand, resisting the urge to thump him on the head with it.
“Need I remind you, you piece of shit, that I pay rent and all the bills. You don’t get to kick me out, I get to kick you out.”
Beck chuckled dryly, standing to his feet. “And whose name is on the lease? How do you think you were able to get such a nice apartment?” he asked with a smirk.
He poked me tauntingly. “You think anyone would rent their shit out to a weak, insignificant thing like you?”
Anger roared through me at his words. It didn’t matter that they were words I’d heard all my life; this time felt different.
I bared my teeth at him, getting all up in his face.
“What?” he said in a mocking tone. “You’re going to tap—sorry, slap—me again?”
I raised my hand to do just that, knowing that this time, I would actually do some damage.
“What the hell is that?” Beck asked, stopping me in my tracks. He was glaring at my neck, and I covered the spot instinctively, remembering how Kade had marked me the night before.
Kade was a bit wild last night but I didn't hate it. He was fierce but sexy when he rushed inside me from behind. I wouldn’t mind spending more hot nights with him like that.
Beck leaned forward, sniffing the air around me.
“No fucking way,” he laughed. “You skank.”
My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“You reek of Alpha, you know that?”
“Get the fuck away from me.” I shoved his chest, and he staggered back. He looked surprised at the force at which I’d exuded, but the expression was quickly replaced by a sneer. “I guess even Alphas have a shitty taste once in a while.”
He folded his arms. “So tell me, how does it feel to be an Alpha’s slut?”
I scoffed incredulously. “Are you fucking serious? I caught you with your tongue down some random bitch’s throat, and you have the nerve to call me a slut?”
His eyes darkened. “She’s my mate, not some random bitch.”
I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t know what a mate was if she—”
Something on the TV caught my eye, and I turned.
Right in front of me was a picture of the person I most wanted to see right then—Kade Nightshade. Next to his image was that of a woman I vaguely recognized.
Then I read the words at the bottom of the screen, and my blood ran cold.
“Remote,” I whispered.
“What?”
I stretched my hand out, waving maniacally. “Give me the fucking remote!”
A moment later, I felt the remote pressed into my hand and quickly unmuted the TV.
The clear female voice that came through was repeating the same words at the bottom of the screen:
Kade Nightshade, CEO of Nightshade Enterprises, announces engagement to the heir of Vale Corporations, Natasha Vale, in what is being dubbed the wedding of the century.
I stared and stared and stared at those words, ignoring how much it made my eyes ache. The mark Kade left on my mark started to hurt like a vicious sting.
What the hell was Kade Nightshade doing? Was he betraying me just an hour after we separated?!
ANDREA’S POVI didn’t trust Caleb.That was one thing I knew for a fact as he trailed behind me through Obsidian Howl’s Packhouse, oozing effortless charm and irritating confidence, as if he owned the air around him when he was in—for all intents and purposes—enemy territory.But something had to be done. After everything he’d said outside my door…I didn’t want to think too much about it, but there was no running from the truth: Clara, Caleb, and Kade were at the center of a storm, and I was caught in the eye.I was more confused than ever, but one thing was for sure—these individuals needed to sit down, finally untangle the events from years ago, and confront what had been festering under the surface for far too long.And maybe when all was said and done, Kade and I could find our rhythm again.That is, if I ever got him to forgive me for bringing Caleb into his Packhouse to meet Clara.His fury was instant and visceral the moment he laid eyes on Caleb. Every inch of him radiated he
CALEB’S POVGlee bubbled up in my chest, sharp and satisfying, at the surprise that flickered across Andrea’s face.Did she really think she would never see me again?She should have known better. The gifts had only been the opening move, a slow, deliberate wind-up before my inevitable arrival on the East Coast.I didn’t care that she trashed every one of them. In fact, that only made it more fun—proof that I was getting under her skin. And if I could wedge even the tiniest crack between her and Kade, I’d take it. Every chance I got.I’d once sworn never to step foot in Kade Nightshade’s territory, but the bastard had already intruded into mine. I was only returning the favor.And judging by the steely mask that slipped over Andrea’s surprise...My time in New York would be interesting, if nothing else.Then came the real prize—the way her breath hitched when I mentioned Clara’s name.Absolutely fucking riveting.My little gift deliveries had been about more than just stirring the pot
ANDREA’S POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted down the hallway, rich and inviting, but it did little to soothe the tension curling in my stomach.I paused outside the kitchen on Kade’s private floor, my hand tightening around the doorframe.I could already hear Clara’s voice, soft and trembling—like a songbird nursing a broken wing.“She’s been so cold to me, Kade,” she murmured. “I understand she’s protective, but I didn’t expect to feel so…unwanted. Not after everything.”The clink of cutlery. The quiet rustle of cloth as she reached for something. And then Kade’s low reply, threaded with guilt.“She’s just…trying to make sense of everything. It’s not about you.”But it was. And he fucking knew it.I stepped into the kitchen, and their conversation cut off like a snipped thread.Clara sat at the island, swaddled in an oversized hoodie I hoped to the goddess wasn’t Kade’s, the sleeves falling over her delicate hands like she’d shrunk beneath them.A blanket was draped acros
ANDREA’S POVThe silence in the packhouse felt oppressive, like the stone walls themselves had absorbed the weight of the Full Moon Trial and now echoed it back in a muffled hush.I stood by the window in the hallway of Kade’s private floor, arms crossed, watching the moon start its slow descent behind the treeline. Its glow still clung to the world like a ghost, pale and cold.Kade hadn’t returned from the infirmary.Not since he carried her inside.Clara.Even thinking her name made something twist in my chest—not quite jealousy, not so much hate.Something bitter and unsettled. Like an infuriating itch I couldn’t reach.I’d gone to Kade’s room after the Trial. Showered. Changed. Tried to sleep. But the image of Clara writhing on the stone, her skin slick with sweat, her voice trembling as she begged me to stop, haunted me.She hadn’t lied.Not about the break-in. Not about the evidence.And yet...Something still didn’t fit.I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to rub th
KADE’S POVTwo days later, the moon hung full and heavy above Obsidian Howl, casting an ethereal glow over the gathering circle.The courtyard had been cleared of its usual training dummies and sparring mats, replaced now with a ring of white stone torches that crackled with ceremonial flame.Their light danced across the faces of the members of my pack, all gathered to witness the Full Moon Trial.Andrea stood at the center of the circle, her arms folded tight against her chest, her jaw sharp with restrained fury.She wore a simple black coat over leggings, her dark hair tied back, every line of her body sharp like a blade.Werewolves are at their strongest under the full moon, and I could feel her power pulsing beneath her skin, barely leashed.Clara stood opposite her, barefoot on the stone, her simple dress ghostly in the moonlight. Her face was pale, sweat already dotting her temple, though the night air was cool. A faint tremble passed through her as she stared at the stone bene
ANDREA’S POVThe car rolled to a stop just outside the Alpha compound, its silhouette looming under the overcast sky.I stared at it through the windshield, my fingers clenched so tightly around my seatbelt that my knuckles blanched. The very sight of the building made my stomach twist.This was supposed to be our home—mine and Kade’s and the twins.But fucking Clara wormed her way in and ruined everything.I never should’ve agreed to let her stay. From the very beginning, I should have slammed the door in her fake innocent fucking face.My breath lightly fogged the glass as I exhaled. I hated the effect Clara had on me. I hadn’t seen her yet, and already, bitterness coiled around my ribs like barbed wire.I’d thought she was another bimbo thirsting after Kade. I’d hated myself for being insecure and letting her push me out of this place.But now?It was so much more than that. S







