FAZER LOGINRowanThe call came at three in the morning, and I was awake before the phone finished its first ring.That's what Athena says I do now. I sleep like a man waiting for a siege. She's not wrong.It was Dena, from the communication room, voice flat and careful the way it gets when something is wrong but not yet bad. A border unit had picked up movement in the outer territories. Not rogues. A convoy, six vehicles, Silverthorne plates, no notice sent."Whose plates?" I asked."The Alpha's own."I sat up. Athena stirred beside me, one hand on her stomach, the way she always was now, even asleep."What is it?" she mumbled."Your father. Possibly. He's on the road."She was fully awake in a second. "He wouldn't come without calling.""No," I said. "He wouldn't."I called him. It rang out. I called Ethan, who answered on the first ring, breathless, with wind roaring behind him."Don't be angry," Ethan said. "He wouldn't wait. He said he had a feeling.""A feeling.""About Athena. He woke up a
AthenaWe painted the nursery on a Saturday, and it went badly.Not disastrously. Just the way things go when four people with no real painting experience decide a wall will take an hour. Rowan had taped the edges like he was defusing a bomb, three separate rolls, every line ruler straight. Amara had been given a small brush and the job of doing the bottom strip, which she took more seriously than any of us. Chase arrived late with a ladder nobody asked for and an opinion about rollers.I was banned from the ladder. Also from the fumes, per the medical woman, so I sat in a chair in the doorway with my feet on a crate and gave directions nobody followed."You missed a spot," I said."Where?" Rowan didn't turn."Left. No, your left. Higher.""There's no spot.""There's a spot.""Mama's right," Amara said, without looking up. "It's the size of a biscuit."Rowan looked. There was a spot the size of a biscuit. He fixed it with the expression of a man who had been caught out by a five year
RowanShe was nineteen weeks when I felt it.I'd been warned. Lake had read four books on the subject and delivered a summary nobody asked for, the medical woman had described it as a flutter, a bubble, a tiny fish turning over. None of it prepared me for lying in the dark with my hand on Athena's stomach and something knocking back.I stopped breathing."Did you," I said."Yes." Her voice was soft and kind of wondering. "That's the third one tonight. She's showing off.""She?""I don't know. Amara says she." Athena shifted onto her side so my palm stayed where it was. "Amara also said the baby told her.""The baby told her.""Through the wall of my stomach. Apparently she's very chatty."I laughed, and the knock came again, right under my fingers, as if it had heard. Something in my chest went loose and strange. Six years ago I wasn't there for any of it. I didn't feel Amara turn over for the first time, I didn't know there was a Amara. I'd lain awake in a palace three days' drive aw
AthenaThe sickness hit at eleven weeks and it hit like a door.I'd forgotten. That's the stupid part. Five years of telling myself I remembered every detail of Amara, and I'd somehow filed away the nausea as a minor inconvenience instead of what it actually was, which was a personal vendetta carried out by my own body.I threw up in the shop sink on a Wednesday morning with a client waiting. Marco from the old human quarter, of all people, who had come to Valeria for a visit and decided I owed him a touch up. He stood there holding a paper towel, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else."You okay?" he said."Great," I said into the basin. "Wonderful. Give me a minute.""Should I get someone?""Please don't."He got someone. Of course he did. Within four minutes Rowan was in the shop doorway, slightly out of breath, pretending he'd just happened to be passing by on the other side of the palace."I'm fine," I said."You're green.""It's my natural glow."He crossed the room, took th
RowanThe first assessment day was a Tuesday, and Bren was early.I found him at the training yard gate at seven with a boy beside him, eleven, thin, all elbows and knees, wearing clothes that were clearly his best. The kid held himself like someone who'd been told to behave and was trying so hard it made his shoulders shake."Alpha," Bren said, stiff."Bren." I looked at the boy. "Who's this?""Tobi." The boy said it before Bren could. His voice cracked on it. "I'm Tobi.""Good name." I held out my hand and he shook it like a very small, very serious diplomat. "Luna's inside. She's been here since five.""Since five?" Bren said."She doesn't sleep much lately."That was true, though I left out why. We hadn't made the pregnancy public beyond the council and the palace, and I wasn't about to give Bren more to chew on than his nephew.Inside, Athena had turned the east training hall into something that didn't look like a pack hall at all. No ranks painted on the floor, no shift-line mar
AthenaI told my father on a Sunday, over the phone, with Amara sitting on my feet.I'd rehearsed it. Three different openings, one funny, one careful, one that was basically just the word pregnant said very fast. In the end I said "Father, I need you to sit down" and heard him go still on the other end."Is it Amara?""No. No, she's fine, she's right here eating my sock.""I'm not eating it," Amara said. "I'm chewing it a little.""Athena.""I'm pregnant." It came out smaller than I meant it to.Nothing. Not a breath. For maybe five seconds I thought the line had dropped, and then I heard a sound I'd never heard from my father in twenty eight years. It was wet and cracked in the middle, like something he'd kept shut for a very long time had finally been pried open."Father?""I'm here." His voice was thick. "I'm here, angel. Give me a moment."I gave him several. Amara looked up at me with her whole face scrunched, mouthing is grandfather sad, and I shook my head and mouthed no, and
Six years.I had turned every stone in three kingdoms, burned through favors I’d spent a decade accumulating, and she had been here. Here. In the human quarter, behind a glass door with her name stenciled in gold ink like she hadn’t dismantled two kingdoms with her disappearing act.I stood across
Athena“Useless”“She's a disgrace to the royal family,”“A wolf less hybrid” “She caused the death of her mother.”“A curse.”“A fat one.”Nameless faces whispered around me, drowning me in their curses.“No, No, I didn't, I'm not” I protested weakly against the sea of voices drowning out mine.
Rowan's Pov The door slammed shut, the vibration heavy in my heart.I wiped off the blood with the wipes from Lake.“What a bit—” I shot Lake a glare, he paused half way, “your highness, how could you stand up for that omega that doesn't know her place” he grumbled. “It's fine. I hurt her too.
Athena“At least, the moon goddess could have mated me to someone easier to keep around, maybe as a mistress. But with her no way” he said distastefully. I staggered back, everything from the previous night flashing through my thoughts, years of pain and humiliation came crashing down.He was like







