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.
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
A heartbeat of silence. Then another. Suddenly, his hand unclenches, releasing Jasmine’s hair with a vicious shove that sends her stumbling against the wall. She gasps as she collapses to the floor. His bloodshot, furious eyes snap to mine, glowing red with rage. “You fucking bitch,” he snarls.
No. No, wait— I sit up on the bed, the sheets wrinkled beneath me, heart pounding in my chest like a warning drum. I should let him go. I should. “That’s it?” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. He pauses. His hand rests on the doorknob, unmoving. For a second, I think he won’t an
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







