LOGINTonight is the night; the night Elsa gives an heir to Blackwood pack. The strongest of all packs and in line to hold the Lycan king title. She had waited for this day, offered prayers and sacrifices to the moon goddess to bless her and her husband, Alpha Riguel with a son. What happened, during her labour; she had called her loving husband, only to hear the bedroom sound of him and her step sister. Elsa couldn't believe her ears. Riguel only needed her to breed pups for him and divorce her later. He never loved her from the beginning and to crown it all, her step sister was her rivalry. Now, instead of one son, she birthed three identical sons, which automatically makes Riguel the next Lycan king. But, after finding out the truth. Will Elsa confront the Alpha. Will she forgive him and present his sons to him or will redemption get in the way. FIND OUT!
View MoreElsa's POVI made it to my car before completely falling apart.The parking garage was mostly empty, concrete and shadows, nobody to witness Selma Hartley's careful composure crumbling into Elsa Andrew's grief.I gripped the steering wheel with shaking hands and let the sobs come.I'd held Noah's shoulders. Felt his bones beneath my palms, solid and real and alive. He'd grown so much, taller, leaner, becoming a young man instead of the eight-year-old I'd lost.And he'd said I smelled like Mama's flowers.Like some part of him recognized me through the disguise, through the five years, through death itself.My baby. My quiet, sensitive Noah who still dreamed about me.And Luca. Gods, Luca's voice had gotten deeper. The way he'd moved through the crowd searching, purposeful, protective, already so much the Alpha he'd someday become.Mateo with his easy confidence, his concern for his father, the glimpses of the joyful chil
Riguel’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at her.This woman, Selma Hartley, who showed up out of nowhere to help look for Noah. Something about her made my wolf uneasy, like he was pacing just under my skin. Made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t have a name for.Because she looked like Elsa.Not exactly. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But in the shape of her face, the way she carried herself. The way she tilted her head when she listened. Same height. Same build under that sharp, expensive suit.But everything else was different.Elsa had warm, honey-brown hair. This woman’s hair was dark red, almost crimson. Elsa’s eyes were soft green. Hers were amber. bright, focused, almost too aware. And the scent… expensive perfume, definitely human. Nothing like Elsa’s wild forest-and-moonflower smell.And Elsa was dead.I’d held her body. Felt the bond snap. Buried her myself.
Elsa's POVThe Meridian Industries deal closed at 3:47 PM.Eighteen million dollars for my client, complete dissolution of their competitor's patent claim, and an NDA so ironclad that no one would ever know what really happened behind closed doors.Another win. Another step closer to the power I needed.I gathered my briefcase, shook hands with the opposing counsel, a man who'd walked in confident and left looking like I'd stripped him to the bones, and headed for the exit.My reflection caught in the building's glass doors. Red hair perfectly styled, sharp charcoal suit, amber contact lenses that made my eyes look nothing like the pale green Riguel had once traced with his fingertips. The scent-masking perfume I wore was expensive, supernatural-grade, completely buried any trace of my wolf.I looked nothing like Elsa Andrew.I was Selma Hartley. Successful, powerful and untouchable.And today, I was in the same city as my sons
Riguel's POVI stood at the office window, watching Luca train with warriors twice his age. Thirteen years old and already moving like he’d been born with authority in his bones. I should’ve felt proud.All I felt was the familiar emptiness."He's good," Mira said from the doorway. "Better than you were at his age, from what Marcus says.""He works hard," I answered, not looking at her.She walked in slowly, like she always did around me. Five years married and we still acted like strangers."The boys want to go to the city this weekend," she said. "Some singer they won't stop talking about. I thought maybe you could take them. They miss spending time with their father."A punch of guilt. I've been even more absent lately."I’ll take them Saturday.""Riguel—" She paused. "We need to talk about us.""Not now, Mira.""When then? Because it's been five years, and you still treat me like












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