INICIAR SESIÓNHarper’s POV It was past midnight, and the whole pack was asleep, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. Tina’s smug face from the dinner still burned in my head. The way she spilled that wine on me like I was nothing. The way she acted like she already owned him.I pushed open the small door at the end of the passage and stepped into his private sitting room. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows across the thick rugs and heavy wooden furniture. Damon’s scent hit me hard—dark, woodsy, with that sharp edge of alpha power that always made my wolf stir. I hated how much I wanted it.He wasn’t there yet. I paced, arms crossed tight over my chest. My simple nightdress brushed against my thighs with every step. I wasn’t here for his touch tonight. I needed answers. Real ones. About Tina. About why he let her keep pushing like she had some claim on him.The door to the main hallway clicked open. Damon stepped in, still dressed in his black shirt and pants from earli
Harper’s POV I woke up that morning with my body still humming from two nights ago. My lips felt swollen just thinking about it—how I’d dropped to my knees in Damon’s quarters like I owned the place, how his hand had fisted in my hair while he lost control. I hated how much I liked it. Hated how wet the memory still made me. But I shoved it down. This was war, not some stupid crush.I pulled on a simple gray tunic and black pants, tied my wavy brown hair back, and headed out. The pack house felt different today. Eyes followed me longer than usual. Maids who used to nod politely now looked away too fast. Warriors standing guard in the corridors glanced sideways when I passed. It wasn’t my imagination. Something had shifted.Glynn caught up with me near the kitchens, her face was looking tight. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the narrow hallway behind the storage rooms.“Harper, what the hell is going on?” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “Servants are whispering. They’re sayin
Harper’s POVThe sun was dipping low over the Alpha training grounds, painting everything in that soft orange glow that made the dirt look almost bloody. I stood at the edge of the field, my heart still pounding from the walk over. My knuckles were already sore from clenching them the whole way. Two days had passed since I jumped Tina in the hallway, and the pack elders had dragged me in front of everyone like I was some criminal. Now here I was, reporting for punishment duty just like Damon ordered in the council hall. I hated how my body still remembered his whisper after everyone left. “I liked seeing you feral.” The words had sent heat straight between my legs even while I was furious with him. But right now, I pushed that feeling down. This was punishment. Nothing more.A group of warriors were already there, sparring in pairs. Their grunts and the smack of fists on flesh filled the air. Damon stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, watching them like a king judging his sol
Harper’s POVI stood in the middle of the council hall, wrists still stinging from the rough grip of the guards who had dragged me here like some criminal. The big wooden doors had slammed shut behind us, and now every elder’s eyes bored into me. My heart hammered hard against my ribs, but I kept my chin up. I wasn’t going to let them see me shake.Tina stood a few feet away, her lip split and one eye already turning purple. She looked pathetic, but the way she sobbed and pointed at me made it seem like I had tried to kill her. “Harper attacked me for no reason!” Tina wailed, her voice cracking just enough to sound real. “I was only walking past the training grounds when she jumped on me like a wild animal. She punched me, pulled my hair, and called me names. I thought she was going to rip my throat out!”I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. “That’s a lie and you know it, Tina. You started it. You ran your mouth like always, talking trash about me being the pack’s whore. I ju
Harper’s POVTwo days had passed since that night in Damon's quarters. My lips still remembered the taste of him, the way he had growled my name like he owned every part of me. But I pushed that memory down hard. I had given him an ultimatum, and now I waited to see if he would keep his word about handling Tina. So far, nothing. The pack still whispered about her becoming Luna, and she walked around like she already wore the crown.I was in the common courtyard near the offering quarters, helping sort herbs for the upcoming festival. My hands moved on their own, tying bundles of lavender while my mind raced. The sun beat down on my skin, making sweat trickle between my breasts. I wore a simple white tank top and shorts that clung to my curves from the heat. Nothing fancy, but I knew my body drew eyes anyway.Tina's voice cut through the air like a whip."Look at the little sacrifice playing housewife. How cute."I didn't look up at first. My jaw tightened. Glynn stood a few feet away,
Harper’s POV I stood there in the middle of the formal pack dinner hall like a fool, my blood-red silk dress completely soaked. The hot wine Tina had spilled stuck the thin fabric to my skin, making it see-through. My breasts were on full display for every eye in the room. The cold air hit my wet nipples and they hardened right away, poking out like they had a mind of their own. Heat rushed to my face. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Rage burned in my chest. Shame made my stomach twist. But the worst part? That unwanted spark between my legs. Because Damon’s eyes were locked on me. Dark. Hungry. Like he wanted to rip the rest of the dress off and take me right there on the table. I hated how my body reacted to that look. My thighs pressed together without me telling them to.The whole pack stared. Elders. Warriors. Even the kitchen staff. No one said a word at first. The silence felt heavier than any shout.Then Tina’s voice cut through it, loud and mocking. “Loo
Harper's POV I stared at Damon, my blood turning to ice in my veins as his words sank in. "You killed Tristan." The accusation hung between us like a fucking rope tightening around my throat. I jerked against the chains, the metal biting into my wrists, but I refused to let the panic show. Bold, H
Harper's POV I stared at Damon, my heart pounding fast in my chest, the metallic tang of blood was thick in the air from the bodies he'd just dropped. His claws retracted as he wiped his hands on his shirt, that smirk still plastered on his face like he hadn't just decapitated Jax and ripped out h
Harper's POV I burst through the treeline and shifted back to human form, my clothes ripping slightly from the force of it. My chest heaved as I stumbled toward the pack house, legs burning from the run. Rage pulsed through me like poison–Dad lit the torch himself. Taylor stood there smiling. They
As they marched me through the pack house, down to the council hall, the wheels in my head continued to turn endlessly. It felt like I was having a fever dream. Tristan's backpack and shirt was definitely planted in my room. But by who?The question left me confused as hell.Who hated me so much t







