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.
Nora hesitates, then nods reluctantly. “Fine. But I’m coming with you.” “Good.” I manage a weak smile, but my hand doesn’t leave my belly. As Nora helps me walk away from the field, I glance back one last time. Jack stands near the flames, issuing quiet orders, his face drawn but he doesn’t see m
But it’s the one beside it—the Queen’s throne—that makes my heart twist. The carvings of roses and feathers shimmer faintly in the light, the seat gleaming white as snow. As if the throne itself is calling to me, pulling at me the same way the princess’s throne once did the first time I saw it. A s
I don’t look like a grieving daughter anymore. I look like a queen stepping into a role I never asked for. The omega bows once more, whispering, “The kingdom awaits you.” ***** The door opens, and there he is. Jack. He’s dressed in his burial wear, black trimmed with silver. The same as mine. H
The King. My father. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. My father can’t be dead. He’s too strong, too unshakable, too—everything. He’s the Alpha King. He can’t just… be gone. The words burn inside me, sharp and unreal. I can’t breathe, can’t even think. My lips move before I can stop them, barely mo







