Se connecterI 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
Serena buried her face in the thick furs of the hospital bed, her shoulders shaking with a jagged, rhythmic grief. Her voice was a hoarse, desperate rasp.“You’re lying to me. Andrew isn’t coming. He only has eyes for Lanka. I’m so bitter, Damon. I'm drowning in it. How does that stray get a man like Andrew to cherish him with his whole soul?”She choked on a sob, clutching the sheets. “Just leave me. My wrist is shattered, but my heart is in pieces. I’ll be fine once I’ve bled this out.”Damon Hawthorne glanced at Andrew, gestured toward the door with a weary flick of his hand, and retreated into the hall with Lydiasa.Andrew took a few slow, heavy steps forward. His dark brows were knit with a sharp, visible impatience. He didn't offer a hug; he didn't even reach out. He just spoke.“That’s enough. Stop the performance.”Serena’s trembling frame went rigid. She spent a moment smoothing her hair against the pillow before looking up at him. She didn't say a word; she let the tears do
Just then, before I could find the words to respond to his offer, a heavy rapping sounded against the door.Damon Hawthorne stood in the threshold, his face a map of weary frustration. "Andrew, Serena has been howling since you left. If she doesn't settle down, she’s going to trigger a premature shift or wear her spirit thin. We can’t get through to her. Could you please just... try to talk some sense into her?"I felt a familiar, jagged heat rising in my chest. I was sick of it—sick of Serena’s nauseating theatrics and the way she used her fragility like a tether around Andrew’s neck.I didn't move from Andrew’s lap. Instead, I tightened my grip, wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling into the crook of his collar. I let my voice drop into a soft, needy purr."Babe, I haven't seen you in a week. You’re not going anywhere. You have to stay here and take care of me first. If you leave now, I’ll give you something real to worry about. I’ll walk right out of this pack."I squeezed
I held my breath, the sterile scent of the infirmary fading as the heavy, musky aroma of cedar and rain—Andrew’s scent—filled my senses."If I wasn't concerned about you, Lanka, why would I be standing here?"His voice was nonchalant, but it sent my pulse into a frantic, erratic rhythm. That protective streak, that flash of heat in his silver eyes... it sparked a tiny, dangerous ember of hope in my chest.My eyes misted over before I could stop them. "When I drew blood from Serena last time, did you feel sorry for her then, too? Did you press ice to her face and hold her like this?"Andrew let out a low, dark chuckle. "Take a guess, little wolf."He didn't say no. That meant he had.I felt a surge of white-hot irritation. I wanted to smash the ice pack against his skull. I tried to twist away in anger, but Andrew stepped into my personal space, his powerful frame caging me against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. I had to tilt my head back just to glare at him.His lips curved int
"Lanka, I bought this bracelet myself. How could it possibly belong to your family? Framing me with such a pathetic excuse... it's not a good look for you."Serena’s voice broke into fresh sobs, but I didn't let go of her wrist. I pulled it closer, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinized the stone. At a distance, it was a dead ringer for the Monroe Jade, but up close, the deception fell apart. The band was narrower, the luster was off, and the deep, emerald heart was faded by at least twenty percent. It was a high-grade imitation, but it wasn't my bloodline’s stone.I hadn't looked closely enough in the mall. I’d let my rage blind me to the details."Ow!" Serena cried out.Lydiasa lunged forward, smacking my hand away. "Get your paws off him!"Before I could stumble back, a dark, heavy presence filled the space behind me. Andrew reached out, his hand steadying me as he pulled me protectively against his chest.In that moment, Cedric arrived, carrying a massive fruit basket and a bouquet of







