MasukScreams. 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.
“No!” Malik’s scream rips across the realm, raw with terror. “Not the eternal fire! Please—I’ll change, I’ll—” But mercy does not come. The Queen’s grip on the chain tightens one last time, and with a flick, she casts him down. His scream fades into the roar of the eternal blaze, swallowed as his
No. No, no. I throw the covers aside and stumble to my feet, ignoring the sharp, tearing ache in my chest, that raw emptiness where our bond should be. “Mother?” My voice trembles even as I call out, though I already know she won’t answer. I race through the palace halls, the marble floors cold b
****** I lean back against the pillows, tracing lazy circles over my stomach as muffled voices drift from the council room down the hall. Jack’s voice rises above the others—deep, steady, commanding—but I know the truth beneath it. He doesn’t want to be away from me and our baby. Not with Malik sti
We don’t waste another heartbeat—Mother and I both know every moment counts now. Hand in hand, we leave Fury’s father’s house before the sun even begins to rise, with Jack at our side, protective as ever. Fury and Nora decide to stay behind. “I want to take care of him for a while,” Fury says, his







