ログインThe silence between us since the lunar gathering at the Hawthorne estate felt like a cold mist, but I was trying to push the unease aside. Andrew still met me every Saturday after my combat training at the Silver-Run gym, his Alpha intensity dialed back to something almost human. He had skipped the training session again, claiming he needed to recover after a border skirmish with a rogue pack, and I couldn't blame him. Protecting the Silver-Run Territories is grueling work; I felt exhausted just witnessing the sheer power he exerted.We settled into the same small corner of the Silverline Tavern where we’d spent the previous weekend. The bartender was already starting to reach for the heavy mugs of bone broth and dark coffee before we even sat down."I can't believe I never sought out this place before the trial," I told Andrew, feeling the heat of the hearth on my back. "The brew is actually potent.""If you recall, Lanka, you didn't leave your cell much before I claimed your debt,"
Lucian caught my eye and tilted his head toward the others. "Go on, Lanka. Play their game. If you hit a losing streak, I’m the one taking the shots."With an Alpha like Lucian backing me, any lingering hesitation vanished. Not that I was truly afraid of them—I’d survived far worse than a dice game. I flashed him a grateful grin and turned to Serena with a challenging raise of my eyebrows. "Bring it on."Serena’s smile was thin, practiced. "I’m almost envious, Lanka. Even when Andrew isn't looking your way, you always have Lucian treating you like a prince."I didn't miss a beat, my smirk sharpening. "What’s the matter, Serena? Were you raised on a diet of nothing but air?"She blinked, momentarily stunned by the bite in my voice."How else could every word out of your mouth be so hollow and inflated?" I said, scooping up the dice. I rattled the cup and slammed it onto the mahogany table. "Your move."I lifted the cup. A six and a five.Serena’s expression soured. She shook her cup wi
The call simply wouldn't connect. No matter how many times I let it ring until the line cut out, there was only silence. I kept redialing, my fingers trembling against the screen, but Andrew remained unreachable. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely occupied with pack business or if he was intentionally freezing me out to teach me a lesson for leaving the gala."Andrew the Great isn't picking up? Typical Alpha ego," Carllo spat, pacing the hospital corridor."Did you piss him off or what? Spit it out!" Paige was so frantic she started shoving me, her frantic energy vibrating through the small space.I stumbled back from the force; my bag hit the floor, and out slid a crisp, white envelope containing the divorce agreement. It was a fresh copy I’d prepared, signed in ink that was barely dry, ready to be shoved into Andrew’s hand the moment I saw him.Paige snatched it up, her eyes widening as she scanned the bold headers."What did you do to get yourself exiled? The sky is falling! Lanka
I fixed my gaze on Andrew, my eyes hard."Lanka is my bonded mate," Andrew’s voice was like a low, warning growl. "Is the Hawthorne family—and that includes you, Damon—looking to declare a blood feud with the Alpha of the Wolfe Pack?"His tone was steady, but the predatory threat behind it made the air in the hall feel heavy and thin. Lydiasa’s entire frame shuddered, her face turning a sickly, mottled grey.Serena, sensing the shift in the room, looked up at her mother with a mask of weary forbearance. "Mother, perhaps I was just disoriented by the water. Lanka... he surely wouldn’t be so cruel. Let’s just drop it, please? Go apologize to the pack members for the scene. It’s enough for me that Andrew is here at my side."Lydiasa had no choice but to retreat. Serena reached out, her fingers searching for Andrew’s hand, trying to draw him into her space.He stepped back, his arm slipping from her reach. "I need to change."He was still dripping, the soaked fabric of his suit clinging t
I felt the brutal pressure on my chest, a rhythmic, crushing force that finally forced the lake water from my lungs. I lurched sideways, choking and retching as air burned its way back into my throat.I was leaning against someone’s solid frame, my vision a watery, fractured mess. Through the haze and the rain, I saw a familiar silhouette—Andrew. He was carrying Serena toward the manor, his stride long and urgent. He didn't break his pace. He didn't even glance back at the dark water where I had just been drifting toward death."Lanka! Stop playing dead. You’re a Monroe; you practically grew up in the river. Talk to me."The voice behind me was sharp, lacking any real warmth. I blinked, wiping the sting from my eyes, and realized my savior was Julian Park.He was Andrew’s rival, a high-ranking Alpha from a neighboring territory who had always viewed the Wolfe-Hawthorne alliance with suspicion. He’d made it clear in the past that he thought I was nothing more than a social climber who
"I have zero interest in stealing your life or your jewelry. But since I’ve already stepped into this den, I’ll decide when it’s time to leave. My husband is just outside those doors. If you don't want me to walk out there right now, claim my Alpha, and turn your precious gala into a public scandal, you’d better stop crowding my space."If I went out there and announced our soul-bond to the pack, Serena would be the laughingstock of the entire territory.Lydiasa’s face twisted with a flicker of genuine fear. She valued the Hawthorne reputation above all else. "The Hawthornes gave you a roof and a name for six years. Do me a favor and don't burn this house down today. I’m asking you as your elder."I kept my mouth shut. Lydiasa didn't wait for a response; she turned and vanished back toward the ballroom. I let out a jagged breath and stepped into a private stall to compose myself.When I finally returned to the hall, the lights were blinding.The Hawthorne inner circle was gathered at







