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.
Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence. Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at
But I only have eyes for Diana. “I knew you’d come crawling back,” she purrs. “Release. My. Mother.” My voice shakes with fury. Diana lifts her chin. “Or what?” I growl, low and dangerous then she raises her hand, and the warriors move. They rush me all at once. I fight. God, I fight. My claw
Despite the chaos and the blood and the burning ache in my body… I smile. Because this is real. Jack isn’t pretending. He doesn’t just want to protect me—he wants me. Every broken, battered, messed-up part of me. The same jealous fire that once caused half our fights now burns in his eyes—and for
“But… werewolves don’t fall sick like that.” She gives a bitter chuckle, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. “No. They don’t.” I wait, heart pounding. She looks away, speaking slowly. “After you escaped, Diana planned to torture me as punishment—to lure you back. Logan tried to reject me. He wanted







