LOGINThe world around me loses its sound. The beep of heart monitors, the squeak of shoes on tile, Judith's footsteps behind me. It all fades into a rushing roar in my ears.
Evander.
He hasn't changed. If anything, the last five years have carved harder lines into his jaw. The arrogance he used to wear so easily has turned into something else now. Something colder. The Alpha aura rolling off him is thick, suffocating. The suppressants in my veins burn as my wolf claws at the chains, desperate to throw her head back and howl for her mate.
No. He is not your mate. Not anymore.
I shove my hands into the pockets of my lab coat, so he won't see them shaking. I breathe slowly, forcing my face blank. I am Dr. Naya Edwards. A human pediatric surgeon. I am not the broken Luna who ran away in the dead of night.
Evander turns his head. Those dark eyes, the ones that used to look at me like I was something worth keeping, or at least I gaslight myself into believing they did, land on mine. They're frozen now. Unreadable.
" Dr. Edwards," Beta Matt says, breaking the spell. He looks nervous, eyes flicking between us. He is the beta of this pack and of lower rank.
He has no idea who I really am. "Forgive the interruption, but the Alpha King needed medical counsel while he was here, and we recommended you." He is smiling as if it’s an honor to have Evander Colwill seeking advice from a pack like this one. It is. But not right now. Not for me.
Evander steps forward. His size blocks out the hallway light. The scent of strawberries and something sharp underneath hits me, and it drags a wave of memory with it.
" Dr. Edwards," Evander says again. His voice is low, deep, and empty of feeling. He says the fake name smoothly, easy, but his eyes are moving over my face, catching on my jaw, on the pulse jumping in my throat. "A pleasure."
He holds out his hand.
I stare at his palm, at the calluses I used to know so well. If I touch him, this whole thing could fall apart. The injections mask my scent and thin my blood, but a true mate's touch doesn't play by the rules. My wolf would easily break through those chains I have used to rein her in.
"Forgive me, Alpha King," I say, keeping my voice flat and cold, nothing like the woman he used to know. My hands stay in my pockets. "I just came out of a five-hour surgery. I'm exhausted."
Matt frowns beside him, confused, probably about to point out that I wasn’t the one holding the scalpel, not the one lying on the table. One look from me and he shuts his mouth.
Evander lowers his hand slowly, eyes narrowing as he watches me pull away from him. "Five-hour surgery," he repeats, voice dropping low. "You look pale, Doctor. Maybe you should sit down."
Adrenaline spikes through me. Every part of me wants to run back to Isadora’s room, lock the door, and hide her from the man who gave her those exact dimples.
" I'm fine," I say, cold and flat. "So if you'll excuse the lack of pleasantries, what does the Alpha King need from a human surgeon? Surely there are more than enough doctors in your packs."
Of course there are; I had more than five doctors to attend to me when he found out I was pregnant.
"They are," Evander says, taking another step closer, using his height the way he always used to, crowding me back against the wall.
" But we both know why I'm here, Naya” his voice drops dangerously lower. I take a step back, my heart racing.
He didn’t come for medical counsel. I know he came for me.
He says my fake name just a little too hard.
" I don’t know why you are here," I lie, staring straight into the eyes of the man who tore me apart.
I try to sidestep him, but he is fast. God damn him.
" I found you," he says, low, dark eyes locked on mine, something like satisfaction flashing through them. "This is where you've been hiding?"
My stomach twists at the sight of the man in front of me.
" Why are you here?" I whisper, and the bitterness cracks straight through my composure. "Go back to your throne, Evander. Go back to your Luna. You got what you wanted. You're King. Leave me alone."
" My Luna? You are my Luna." His jaw tightens hard, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my arm, gentle but firm.
The second his skin touches my coat, electricity sparks through me. My wolf slams against the chains, recognizing her alpha. I gasp, stumbling back, but he only pulls me closer, flush against his chest.
“I'm not your Luna, not anymore. I divorced you; now leave me the fuck alone,” I say through gritted teeth.
" I'm not leaving without you, Amma," he growls, voice dark and possessive, no apology in it anywhere.
"You signed those papers. I didn’t," he says, and my breath catches. Didn’t he sign our divorce papers?
“You are still my Luna in every way that matters,” he says, his hand reaching for my face, “even your body remembers who you belong to.”
Immediately, his knuckles brush over my cheeks; electricity courses through my veins.
“Thought I'd just let you go? No. You're coming home, Amma. Pack your things."
" Don't touch me!" I hiss, wrenching my arm free, chest heaving. "I am never going back with you!"
Before he can grab me again, an alarm suddenly sounded over the speakers, and the door to Isadora’s room creaked open.
Judith came out running. “Naya, it’s Isadora,” She says, panting heavily.
“Page Doctor Mirabel,” I shout, ignoring Evander, then break into a run toward my daughter’s room.
“What happened? She was fine just a few minutes ago?” I ask, skidding to a stop, my heart hammering against my chest as I check her, the monitors beeping so loudly.
“Naya!” Mirabel shouts, coming closer to me. “I got her”
“What’s wrong with her? She was…” I freeze, my chest beating so fast. I can hear it in my ears.
My baby was smiling when I walked out of this room.
“I have her. Let me do my job,” She assures me, then she goes to attend to Isadora while tears fill my eyes.
“Amma?” Evander's voice comes from behind me, and I freeze for a moment. I had forgotten about him for a minute.
Oh shoot, what will I do?
I can't let him see Isadora. One look at her and he will know that she’s his daughter.
Evander's Point of ViewI stand there and let the noise break over me. Two hundred people on their feet, fists in the air, benches scraping against the floor, a chant that started with one man at the back and has now taken the roof. The sound goes through the floor into my boots. Brian has stopped trying to sit. James is shouting something I can't catch, with his thin hand clawing at the air.I haven't moved. I haven't said a word. I should have spoken already, a full minute ago, before the first voice at the back found its courage. I knew this was coming. Not today; I thought I had time. I thought I'd get her alone in the library, give her the letters myself, and watch her read them so she could explain what happened.Instead, I'm standing on a dais with a chain around my neck, and my mate is two feet from my elbow, and I'm doing nothing.I look at her. Looking at her is a risk. I know it as I turn my head. But I do it anyway, and I find she is already looking back at me.She's so p
Amma’s Point of ViewI stare at his hand, and for a second I almost take it. Instead, I climb the steps without taking his hand. He is not my husband.Isa comes with me, one stair at a time, gripping the hem of my cardigan. At the top, I stop beside him, a careful foot away, and he doesn't touch me. He turns to face the hall."Ladies and gentlemen."His voice carries to the back without effort."Some of you already know why we've gathered. For those who don't, I'll be brief. Five years ago, my mate left this territory. Over the course of that time, she bore me a child." He pauses. "This is Isadora. She's five years old. She is my daughter, and the heir to this pack."The silence comes immediately after he says the last word. No one says anything. Then, suddenly, as if on cue, a roar goes up from every side, a wall of voices, and I flinch. People are on their feet. Someone near the back shouts, "It can't be!" Brian is half out of his chair with his face purple. James has his hand raise
Amma's Point of View"Do I have to wear the tights?" Isadora complains as I try to get her ready."Yes.""They itch.""I know they itch." I'm on my knees on the bedroom rug with a hairbrush in one hand and a fistful of Isa's curls in the other. "Hold still. Just for a minute. If I pull, you tell me.""You're pulling," she complains before I can even brush her hair."I'm brushing.""It feels like pulling."She's wearing a classic heathered gray dress with a delicate white ruffled collar and bell sleeves tied with tiny red bows. It has red, white, and navy stripes along the hem, and she pairs it with crimson tights and shoes that look perfect on her.I've pinned her hair back with two clips, and she keeps reaching up to touch them. Her cheeks are pink from the washing. She looks very small and very serious, like a child going to a funeral."Mummy?""Mm.""What's an announcement?""It's when somebody tells a lot of people something important at the same time.""What are they telling?""A
Evander's Point of ViewHer room is dim and cool, smelling of lavender and clean sheets. I set her on the edge of the bed. She sits, breathing hard, with one hand clutched to her chest and the other fisted in the blanket, glaring at me. A strand of wet hair sticks to her cheek."What's wrong?" I say."Nothing.""Don't.""I'm telling you, it's...""What's wrong, Amma?" I crouch in front of her. My voice has dropped to something I barely recognize. "Tell me. Is it your chest? Your head? Is it the wound?"I reach for her face. I just want my palm on her cheek to know it's warm. That's all I want.The door bangs open."Alpha!"Sabrina comes first, out of breath, and behind her the doctor, with his bag already open in his hand. Rowlins. My hand is still an inch off her skin. Amma is looking straight at me. She doesn't blink, and neither do I, and it goes on far longer than it should.I take my hand back. I get up and go and stand by the window."Luna." Rowlins sits beside her. "Let's have
Evander's Point of ViewKian has his hand on her forehead.I'm halfway across the hall with Sabrina reading harvest numbers at my shoulder, and I stop hearing her mid-sentence. He's got two fingers against Amma's temple. Then he moves them to her cheek. Then her neck, touching her.He has his hands on her. He has his hands on what's mine.‘Ours,’ my wolf says. His voice is a low, rough rumble. ‘Get him off.’"Evander? The south valley, I was saying, we should settle it tonight, because the council...""Later."Kian bends closer to her. He says something I can't hear. She lets him. She stands in the lamplight with her face tilted up, pale and soft, and doesn't pull away, and I watch him cup the back of her head in his palm.I'm already moving across the polished floor. I notice that I'm still holding the council papers and that I've crushed them into a roll, and I drop them on a side table I pass without looking where they land. Sabrina's heels are clicking behind me, trying to keep up
Amma's Point of ViewI stand with my arms wrapped around myself and watch them, my daughter and the man who taught me how to hold a baby. Kian listens to every word. He nods in the right places. He doesn't glance at his watch, or interrupt, or hurry her along, and she talks and talks, in the long, swooping, breathless loops of a child who's been starved of someone to tell. Her small hand is in his collar. She's twisting it round her fingers.When she finally runs out of breath, she slides down his side and trots across the grass to me."Mummy.""Hello, my love.""Aunt Mira says we can do things now."I blink. "What things?""Things." She spreads her arms. "Like the pond. And the horses. And the tree house, if I'm careful. Aunt Mira says you're getting better, so we can.""Does she?" I look at Mira, who is walking towards us."She does." She turns to Mira, who has now reached us. "Right, Aunt Mira? We can ride ho







