NEVAEH The steady thud of fists pounding into a bag echoes before I even enter. The room smells like sweat and steel, dimly lit with the kind of intensity that suits Lyall all too well.I push the door open and lean against the frame, watching him. Shirtless. Focused. Every muscle flexes as he drives another brutal punch into the bag, like he's trying to kill something that won’t die.“So this is what you’ve been hiding under all that gloom and black clothing” I say, lips curling into a smirk.He pauses, fists still, but doesn’t look at me.“You’re interrupting” he mutters, pulling off his gloves.“And you’re deflecting” I shoot back. “Not even a thank-you for the compliment?”He doesn’t move. Just stands there like a stone wall, letting the silence stretch between us.“What do you want, Nevaeh?” he finally asks, his tone stripped of warmth.I take a step inside, arms folding across my chest. “I want to understand him. Kane. Who he was before all of this. You’ve known him longer tha
I stagger back from the mirror, chest heaving. That voice—low and dark, like smoke curling around my thoughts—echoes in my skull.“H-hello?” I whisper aloud, but my lips feel numb, disconnected. “Are you… my wolf?”A beat of silence.Then, the voice answers again, a little softer this time. “Yes.”My knees buckle, and I fall onto the stool in front of the dressing table. My fingers tremble as I press them to my temples, grounding myself.“Where have you been? Why now?” I ask.“You weren’t ready” she murmurs, the words coiling gently around my mind. “You still aren’t. But the clock ticks, and I can’t stay quiet anymore.”I swallow thickly. “That’s not fair. Most wolves speak to their humans by eighteen. They shift. They bond. I turned twenty months ago. I’ve spent two years thinking something was wrong with me.”“You are not broken” she utters firmly. “You are bound.”I blink. “Bound? To what?”No response.“Why didn’t we shift on my birthday? Why have you stayed silent all this time?”
The tension is oppressive.She keeps staring at me like she’s already made peace with leaving. There’s a quiet strength in her, in the way she stands, unmoving, bracing herself. And that look? That damn look she’s giving me—like she’s already accepted it, like she’s already chosen to walk away, and all that’s left is for me to say the words.It pushes something inside me dangerously close to the edge. Something deep, something I can’t control. The desire to shake her, to make her understand what this bond means.She lifts her chin then, those silver eyes locking on mine like she’s daring me to speak, daring me to give her what she wants. She’s braced for the blow, expecting me to shatter her heart with the words that will set her free. I wish it were that simple. I wish she could just walk away from this and never look back.But that’s not how this works. Not for me. Not for us.“You want me to what?” I ask, my voice quieter than I expect. It’s not calm. It’s not cold. It’s just... st
NEVAEH The instant the pack house door shut behind me, I ran through the hallway, ignoring the curious glances from the omegas cleaning near the stairway. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t care. Not about them, not about the fact that I was probably trembling, not even about Kane’s Beta’s voice behind me calling my name.I reached my room.Slammed the door.And collapsed against it.My back hit the wood with a dull thud, and I slid down to the floor like every bone in my body had finally given up. My knees folded to my chest. My arms wrapped around them. And then the tears came—fast, hot, and furious.Gods, I had wanted to run. I’d wanted to tear that door open and throw myself into Ian’s arms the moment the car pulled up. And I had. For a second. For that one second, I had hope.But Kane’s hand had caught my wrist before I could move. Tight. Unrelenting. His words still echoed in my head:“Make one move to follow him, and your family will pay for it. You know I don’t bluff, Nevaeh.”His
KANEMeetings. Calls. Endless reports. But my eyes keep drifting.She sits in the corner of my office—quiet, efficient—working through the files I hand her like she has something to prove. And maybe she does. That fire of hers hasn’t dimmed since the moment she walked into this place—and every damn second, I feel the heat of it on my skin.She doesn’t once ask for help. Doesn’t complain. Doesn’t try to get under my skin like she usually does.That’s what gets to me the most.I’m used to her bite.Not this... focus.By the time the clock hits four, I’ve nearly forgotten she’s here—until she stands in front of my desk and lays the completed paperwork down.“All done” she says, tone flat. No smug smile. No sass. Just a simple statement.I look at the files, flipping through them.Clean. Accurate. Organized as hell.I pause, narrowing my gaze at her.“You finished all of this?”“Didn’t stutter” she replies.“You read and compiled everything yourself?” I arch a brow.Her jaw tightens like
NEVAEHThe bed is too soft. Too warm. My sheets tangle around me like they’re trying to trap me in this restless sleep I can’t escape. I roll onto my side again, toss the pillow beneath my head, and stare at the ceiling, unable to corral my thoughts. Every time I close my eyes, the same nightmares return—whispers in the woods, shadows chasing me, a voice pulling at something deep inside me.With a frustrated sigh, I swing my legs off the bed. The cool floor brings brief relief. I stand, pace the room for a moment, then head for the door. The hallway is dim, lit by a soft orange glow flickering from distant sconces. As I step out, I freeze.He’s there.Just a few feet away, Kane stands against the shadows, his presence as dark and untouchable as the night itself. He doesn’t notice me right away, his focus fixed on the hallway ahead. My throat tightens. My mind blanks. That look on his face—the coldness in his eyes—it never fades. Not even when he’s near.I clear my throat, the sound sl