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.
One of the nurses glances at Jack. “Your Majesty, she’s progressing quickly—but this may still take a while.” Jack squeezes my hand tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m not leaving your side,” he murmurs, voice shaking. I want to say something witty—something sharp—but the ne
Four months later --- The room smells faintly of parchment, candle wax, and tension. The long mahogany table is buried beneath scrolls and maps—territories, borders, pack names—each marked in bold red ink. Jack sits at the head of the table, jaw tight, eyes sharp as he scans a report like he’s pre
And just when I think things can’t get any more chaotic, Jasmine’s body shimmers again—her wolf form fading as she shifts back into her human skin. Caspian immediately shrugs off his jacket, wrapping it around her bare shoulders. She looks up at him, eyes shining with tears and a soft smile playing
“I am family! I’m not a visitor—I’m the King’s mother!” My stomach drops. Jack’s glass freezes midair. “No,” he mutters, his voice dropping an octave. “Shit.” Before I can ask what’s happening, the doors burst open with a bang. A woman strides in—tall, elegant, and radiating fury like perfume. H







