FAZER 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.
I cross the room in three strides. “You bastard,” I growl, grabbing a fistful of his thick hair and yanking his head back. The size difference between us is almost comical—I barely reach his chest—but the fury in me could tear down mountains. “Why the hell did you mark her?” I hiss through gritte
Normally, it takes a solid four damn hours to reach the Alpha King’s palace—even at full speed. But today, somehow, my wolf, who's been whining and cursing me out since the second we left the Red Night Pack, managed to shave it down to three. Three hours. It’s insane. Three relentless hours of t
I swallow down a sharp breath. Something in his voice… it aches. “What you’re asking is impossible,” I begin, but he cuts me off again. “Think about it, Jack. I’m not asking for forever. A year. Two, tops. Just until she’s ready. I’ll put it in writing. You’ll still lead Blood Fang, this will just
Khaos didn’t just mark her—he forced it. I see the deep red scratches trailing down her arms, the bruising fingerprints around her swollen wrists. A small tear splits her lower lip. I bite back a curse, but it slips out anyway.“Son of a bitch. That bastard didn’t learn his lesson, did he? Not eve







