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.
“You’ve got no proof,” he replies coldly. “All you have are your fantasies. But if you’re so sure you’re the King’s daughter, then wear the necklace yourself. Let the people decide.” Lady Celestia claps her hands, desperation twisting into manic delight. “Yes! Let her wear it. Let the people see. L
Celestia rolls her eyes. “Still the same cold, unloving snake, Mother. Still the same cold-hearted snake, I see. But that’s fine. You’re my mother whether you like it or not. Your necklace proves it.” She lifts the necklace high again, triumphant.The Queen stares at her for a second before stepping
“You… no. Fuck—” Lady Celestia stammers, her lips trembling as though they've forgotten how to form words. Her jaw practically hits the marble floor, and I swear, if she doesn’t close her mouth soon, flies might start nesting there. “You… you’re the daughter?” she gasps, her pupils darting around l
“Maya, my love,” the Queen says gently, her voice so soft it barely carries over the stunned silence of the crowd, pulling my attention away from Jack. The name Maya once again strikes something deep inside me, shaking loose memories I didn’t know I still carried—my mother’s voice, her laughter as







