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2025-12-01 14:07:19KAHLIA'S POV
The hallway outside the ER was full of rushing nurses and rolling stretchers. I stood in front of the ER doors with a chart in my hands, ready to step inside, when a nurse’s voice suddenly rose above the noise.
“Patient in active labor. Camille Raine. Prepare the delivery room. We need the team now.”
My body froze.
I slowly lifted my eyes toward the entrance. A wheelchair moved through the sliding doors, and Camille Raine held her stomach as pain twisted across her face. Beside her, holding her hand with such care that it made my chest tighten, was Ethan.
My ex-husband.
He leaned close to her, whispering something to calm her, his fingers wrapped tightly around hers. His touch was gentle and warm, a softness he had never shown me, even when I tried my best to be everything he needed.
The memories rushed back before I could stop them. I remembered opening that hotel room door and seeing the truth laid bare in front of me, Ethan’s shirt tossed aside and Camille holding him as if she belonged there. I could still see the shock on his face when he realized I had caught them. That moment shattered everything I believed in.
Then came the divorce papers, the signatures that ended our marriage. After that, the news of her pregnancy cut whatever was left of me. I remembered how I cried that night until my chest ached and my breath felt tight, unable to understand how a man I gave my life to could betray me so deeply.
I felt the sting behind my eyes, but I pushed it back. I would not cry here. Not for him.
“You are too calm.”
Marga’s voice came from my right. Marga is a licensed cardiologist and my only one bestfriend. She must have noticed the way I went still. She followed my gaze and her eyes widened when she saw Ethan guiding Camille toward the maternity room.
“That is really them,” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
Marga shook her head in disbelief. “He brought her here. He really has no shame.”
“It does not surprise me anymore,” I replied.
She stepped closer and studied my face. “Lia, are you alright?”
A small, dry laugh left my lips. I kept my posture straight even though my heart felt heavy. “I am fine. Honestly, I should thank him.”
Marga frowned. “Thank him for what?”
“For cheating,” I said. “If he had not betrayed me, I would still be at home cooking for him and cleaning after him instead of standing here as a doctor again. Losing him forced me to return to my career. It reminded me who I am.”
Marga nodded slowly. “You sound stronger now.”
“I have to be.”
She hesitated before asking, “But do you still love him?”
Her question cut deeper than I expected. I looked at Ethan again, still holding Camille’s hand with such devotion, and something inside me twisted. I opened my mouth to answer, unsure what I would even say.
I inhaled slowly, forcing my chest to rise evenly. “How can I still love the man who betrayed me?” The words felt heavy, even as I spoke them aloud, almost like admitting it gave them weight. “No. I don’t. Not anymore. I’m happy with my life now.”
Marga tilted her head, studying me like she could see inside my chest. “Even after everything, it’s just gone?”
I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Gone? I think it’s more like evaporated.
Disappeared with the last of the tears I cried over him. I gave him my heart once. That was enough. And now, I have my life back, my choices back. I’m free from him, from us, from the marriage that never belonged to me.”
Her eyes softened. “I’m amazed, Lia. Honestly. Most people would be a mess, crying, depressed, maybe even clinging to the past.”
I shrugged, letting a faint smile slip through. “Man is just a man. That’s all he is. Flawed, selfish, human. And I still have the right to control my life. I still have the right to decide who belongs in it and who doesn’t. The divorce is finalized. No reason to hold on to a marriage that’s dead.”
Marga shook her head slowly, still clearly in awe. “I hope you’ll be healed soon. Truly.”
I chuckled, a soft, self-deprecating sound. “Healed? I’m not sick to be healed, Marga."
That’s when Dr. Collins appeared, stepping around the corner with his usual brisk professionalism. “Excuse me for interrupting,” he said, his tone polite but firm, “but I wanted to discuss the VIP patient. I’ll need your expertise, Dr.Ford”
I nodded, ready to put my emotions aside. “Of course. What do you need, Dr. Collins?”
He glanced at his tablet briefly, then back at me. “Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.”
I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear.
Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?”
I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.
I had read about him, heard rumors whispered even in hospital halls, and now, somehow, fate or Dr. Collins was throwing him into my care.
Dr. Collins raised an eyebrow at our exchange. “Yes. He’s highly regarded, but his injuries are severe. The faster he recovers, the better for him and his pack.”
Marga shook her head, her voice a whisper full of disbelief. “Oh my God. I… I can’t believe this is happening. So...You’re going to be treating him?”
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The storm followed us home.By the time our gates came into view, dusk had swallowed the sky whole, turning the snow into a blinding sheet of silver. Our sentries emerged from the tree line at Jaron’s signal, their relief obvious even beneath disciplined expressions.“They’re stable,” Jaron told them before anyone could ask. “But the infection hasn’t peaked.”It was the unspoken truth beneath his words that tightened every shoulder: if it hadn’t peaked there, it could surface here.Inside our own hall, warmth greeted us—but not comfort. Word had traveled ahead of us. The elders were assembled near the central hearth, voices hushed, eyes sharp.“You risked exposure,” one of them said as we approached. “You risked bringing it back.”“I calculated the risk,” I replied before Jaron could answer. “And minimized it.”A flicker of surprise crossed the elder’s face. I rarely spoke before Jaron in council settings. Tonight, exhaustion had stripped me of patience.Jaron didn’t contradict me. In
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The wind bit sharply at the exposed ridge as we approached the small village of the allied pack. Snow swirled in dizzying patterns, masking the tracks of our escort and the faint footprints of children too weak to run. Smoke rose thinly from a handful of chimneys, signaling habitation, but the stillness between was suffocating.“This is worse than I imagined,” I said softly, scanning the small courtyard where a few older wolves tried to keep the fires going. Their faces were pale, their movements slow and measured, cautious even in their domesticity.Jaron’s hand found mine again. His grip was firm, grounding me against the cold and the anxiety that gnawed at my chest.“We’ll get through this,” he said, voice low but unyielding. “Focus on what you know. I’ll handle the rest.”I nodded, grateful for the unspoken trust. Trust that was more lethal than any teeth or claws.Inside the communal hall, the sick were gathered in makeshift cots. Coughs rattled like chains through the air. Fever
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The retaliation did not come with claws.It came with silence.Two trade caravans failed to arrive within the same week—one carrying preserved meats from the western ridge, the other hauling generator parts from the southern human township. No wreckage. No bodies. Just absence.Absence is harder to fight than an enemy you can see.In the lodge war room, the air was thick with it.“They’re testing supply tolerance,” Jaron said, hands braced against the long oak table. His voice was steady, but I could see the restrained energy under his skin—the Alpha instinct to move, to hunt, to answer force with force.“Or they’re seeing how quickly you redirect resources internally,” I said.One of his betas shifted. “We can’t look weak.”Jaron’s gaze flicked to him briefly. Controlled. Dominant without volume.“We don’t look weak by staying fed,” he said.After the meeting dispersed, I lingered.“You’re thinking about striking,” I observed.“I’m thinking about deterrence.”I walked to the map pinn
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KAHLIA'S FORDDawn had always been my favorite time of day.In the hospital, it meant transition—night shift handing off fragile lives to the morning team. At home, it meant quiet before the world demanded something from you.With Jaron, it meant something else entirely.It meant watching an Alpha pretend he could rest.I lay beside him, tracing the faint edge of the bandage along his ribs. I’d stitched that wound myself three nights ago. Clean entry, shallow tear. Healed well. He’d barely flinched while I worked.He flinched now.Not from pain.From thought.“You’re doing it again,” I murmured.His eyes opened immediately. Always alert. Always aware.“Doing what?”“Running scenarios instead of sleeping.”A corner of his mouth shifted. “Occupational hazard.”“Alpha hazard,” I corrected softly.The rivalry hadn’t ended at the clearing. It had shifted into something quieter. More strategic. And while the packs had retreated, I knew better than to assume resolution meant safety.I see te
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Dawn light spilled across the bedroom floor in slow, deliberate strokes, as if the morning itself was cautious about intruding.Kahlia shifted in my arms, her fingers tracing absent patterns against the back of my neck. Neither of us had gone back to sleep. The promise we’d made lingered in the air—fragile but binding.No half-truths.No disappearing.It sounded simple.It wouldn’t be.By midmorning, the pack council was already assembled at the lodge near the northern boundary. The scent from the night before still clung to the trees—foreign, calculated.Not rogues.Not reckless.Intentional.Darian, my oldest beta, stood at the map table, jaw tight. “They weren’t scouting blindly. They knew our patrol rotations.”That settled like a stone in my gut.“Someone’s watching,” I said.“Or someone’s talking,” he replied grimly.A murmur rippled through the room.Betrayal was rare in our territory.But not impossible.I felt it then—that familiar tightening in my chest. The weight of leader
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The parking lot felt emptier after she left.Not quiet—just changed.The echo of her laughter lingered in the air, threaded through the hum of distant traffic and the rhythmic chirp of crickets. I stood there longer than necessary, hands in my pockets, staring at the space where her car had disappeared.A beginning.The word settled in my chest like a vow.Dinner the next evening wasn’t grand. No reservations at exclusive rooftops. No orchestrated spectacle.Kahlia chose a small restaurant tucked between a bookstore and a florist—warm lighting, exposed brick, the scent of rosemary and fresh bread drifting through the doorway.When I arrived, she was already there.Not in scrubs.That alone nearly stole the air from my lungs.Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, soft waves framing a face that looked younger without the clinical precision she wore at the hospital. A deep green dress brushed her knees, elegant but unpretentious. She glanced up from her menu—and froze.Something flic
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