Se connecterScreams. 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.
“The Alpha King isn’t in the mood—” I shove open a thick, arched door carved with runes and symbols of the old bloodlines—his office. And step inside. What I see brings me to a standstill. The Alpha King sits in a massive chair behind his desk, shoulders hunched forward like the weight of the wo
“She rejected me. Twice.” She lets out a soft, bittersweet laugh. “That girl has always been stubborn. But it’s not hate. She’s just... guarded.” A quiet moment passes between us. “So thank you. For loving her.” Love? Kali? “I’m grateful to fate,” she adds. “That it was you who became her seco
I wait. One second. Two. The moment the stew touches her tongue, she jerks back with a shriek, clutching her mouth. “It’s—ah! It’s hot!” she cries, frantically fanning her face. “Oh no, poor thing.” I pick up a glass of water and smile. “Here, let me help.” And with a casual flick, I toss the wa
I stand slowly, my legs wobbling beneath me as I grip the side of the wheelchair for support. The leather is warm from his body, sticky beneath my palm. I brace myself, steadying my breath as I lean down—face to face with the monster who once haunted my every waking moment. A wicked smile pulls at







