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.
Right now, there are four of us in the royal carriage rumbling toward the Alpha King’s palace. And when I say four, I mean Jack and me—along with Fury and Jasmine. Surprised? Jack was too, when Fury insisted on coming. But I wasn’t. I understood immediately. After all, he made me promise not to cr
Suddenly, Jack’s eyes flash—a brilliant shade of —his jaw tensing as his gaze unfocuses for a moment. Someone’s mindlinking him. I tilt my head. “What is it?” He blinks, then exhales. “Fury. He says Jasmine wants to see us. They’re on their way to the house now.” My heart skips with a jolt of jo
We’re still laughing when his expression suddenly falters, and silence settles between us. “I’m sorry,” he says softly. My smile fades. “For what?” “For not protecting you back then. For breaking that promise. And now too…” “Hey,” I whisper, gripping his arm. “You were a kid. We both were. And n
It’s dark. Not the kind of darkness that frightens—it’s more like a heavy, endless fog. I float in it, weightless, numb. Somewhere deep in my chest, there’s a dull ache—a reminder of the blade that tore through my heart. I should be dead. I felt myself slipping away. But… I’m still here. And I do







