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.
I’m not just pissed—I’m furious. So angry I can barely think straight. How dare he? Jack with his obsessive, possessive behaviour. He had the audacity to question my loyalty, to accuse Fury of being in love with me, as if I’m some prize they can toss back and forth. I’ve always seen Fury like a b
“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before,” she murmurs, her voice shaking. “She’s probably bigger than all of the male wolves in the pack. How… how is that even possible? You’re just a female.” The word just lingers in the air like an insult. Her voice isn’t cruel—but the implication stings all
We walk back to the house in silence, the cold night air wrapping around us as we move along the moonlit path. I had asked Jack if we could skip the carriage—I needed the fresh air, something to clear the chaos in my head. He didn’t ask questions, just nodded and walked beside me. By the time we re
I bite my tongue, holding back more questions. His face is too raw. Too exposed. And for the first time, I realize—Jack bleeds too. So I change the subject. “Hey, um... do you have a pack library or something?” I ask, trying to sound casual. He blinks. “Yeah. Why?” “Just bored,” I shrug. “Need so







