ログインScreams. 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 smack his chest lightly. “Jack, I’m serious. Why aren’t you Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack anymore?” His smile fades. He runs a hand through his hair, gaze shifting away from mine. “It’s a long story. But… stepping down was the only way I could truly take responsibility. I made some really shitty la
I can’t feel my legs. I groan, blinking slowly at the sunlight spilling through the curtains, warming my bare skin—and all it does is remind me how sore I am. It’s like I’ve been run over by a freight train. A freight train named Jack. Every inch of me aches deliciously. My thighs, my back, my ne
The carriage rattles to a halt, its wheels crunching against the gravel of a hidden trail deep within Blood Fang territory. Inside, Lady Celestia sits straight-backed, her gloved hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her jaw tenses as the carriage door creaks open. A tall, hooded figure appears outsi
The trees stretch tall around us, their thick trunks etched with age-old scars and memories. The air hums with the scent of moss and moonlight, and my bare feet sink softly into the earth as we come to a stop in a clearing hidden deep within the forest. Jack pulls off his shirt with one fluid motio







