LOGINScreams. Running feet. The sound of furniture crashing. Omegas shouting over each other. “Jack…?” He’s already tensed beside me, eyes flashing silver. “Something’s wrong.” Before I can speak, one of the younger omegas rushes toward us, her face pale and panicked. “Your Majesty! The prince—he—he’s
By the time we make it back to our private tent that night, exhaustion finally crashes over me. I sink onto the edge of the bed, untying the leather straps from my wrists. Every muscle aches, and without thinking, my hand drifts to my lower belly again. Jack turns from the basin where he’s washing
It’s been seven years since the night I brought Lior into the world—seven years since everything changed. And now, here I stand again, before the ruins of a broken pack hall, blood drying on my hands, my pulse still racing from the rush of justice served… and from the secret I’ve been hiding. The
Jack steps forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “Speaking of that,” he says, his voice calm but firm, “I’ve been talking with the High Priest. I think he’s found a solution.” I tense immediately. “What kind of solution?” “A harmless one,” Jack assures me, though he doesn’t quite meet my eyes. “S
Two years later The palace feels lighter these days—alive with the kind of sweet chaos only children can bring. Lior’s laughter echoes through the marble halls like sunlight turned to sound—bright, wild, and impossible to contain. At two years old, he’s a curious little wolf, always running, climbi
“Kali?” Her name leaves my mouth in a broken whisper. My heart feels like it’s about to stop, terrified of the worst—terrified that she’s gone. Her body lies still—too still—and my pulse hammers violently against my ribs. I press my palm to her cheek. She’s warm, her skin pale and slick with sweat.
“Why did you bring another man into our home?” My mouth falls open. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Fury,” he spits the name like venom. “Why did you bring him here? Cooking for you, standing too close, doing the things I should be doing with you… for you. Is that why you’re so eager to re
“Your Majesty,” I begin, my tone firm yet respectful as he inclines his head. “There’s been a misunderstanding—” “EEEEEK!” A high-pitched squeal slices through the room. “What the—” I lift my head just in time to see the Alpha King’s daughter leap off her throne and charge down the steps like a w
I straighten up. I could sit here, starve, and cry about my feelings… or I could do what I’ve always done—survive. If Jack couldn’t feed me, I’d do it the old-fashioned way. If bounty hunting taught me anything, it’s how to live without comfort. I’ve done it before. I can do it again. Rabbit stew.
Kali I lay there. Unmoving. My body is still curled up on the bed, tangled in soft sheets. My eyes are wide open, staring at the wooden ceiling above—as if it holds the answers I’ve been searching for since the moment I met Jack. His voice keeps echoing. His words playing in a loop like a broken







