Mag-log inI never wanted to be special. I just wanted to survive. As the daughter of an executed traitor, I've spent seventeen years as a ghost in the Silvercrest pack, tainted blood, forbidden from shifting, watching my mother slowly die while everyone pretends we don't exist. Then Kai Silvercrest comes home. The Alpha's heir. Gorgeous. Deadly. Supposed to marry the Beta's daughter and secure his dynasty. Instead, he takes one look at me and claims me as his mate in front of the entire pack.
view more(Kai POV)The room was quiet for a long time after the door closed.I sat in the chair with my hand over Lena's and she lay flat on the bed looking at the ceiling and the lamp held its amber circle and outside the window the north garden was dark and neither of us moved and neither of us spoke and the room held us both in it and the silence was the kind that did not need filling.Then she made a sound.It was small, the first one, barely audible, the sound of something being held back that had run out of room to be held, and her face changed, not dramatically, not all at once, but the jaw that had been set released and the eyes that had been on the ceiling closed and the breath that had been careful around the ribs came out in a way that was not about the ribs at all, and then she was crying.Not quietly. Not the contained kind. She put her right hand over her face, the hand that had been under mine, and she turned her head to the
(Kai POV)Adler held the chart.He looked at it once more and then he set it on the side table with a care that had nothing to do with the chart and everything to do with his hands needing a moment, and then he looked at me and he said, "The follow-up assessment I conducted an hour ago found that the pregnancy is no longer viable."He said it plainly. No preamble, no softening architecture around it, just the words in the order they needed to be in, and I stood near the window and I heard them and I did not move."The heartbeat has stopped," he said. "I conducted the assessment twice before coming to this room. The result was the same both times." He kept his eyes on my face. "The trauma of the fall was significant enough to cause a disruption that the pregnancy could not sustain. This is not uncommon in cases involving this level of physical impact. It is not a reflection of anything Miss Graves did or did not do."I looked at the
(Kai POV)Diane came within ten minutes of being called.I heard her in the corridor before the door opened, her footsteps and the footsteps of someone else with her, and when the door opened it was Diane and a man I recognized as Dr. Adler, the compound's senior physician, who had not been in the room when they brought Lena in that afternoon.I stood up from the chair.Adler was a man in his late fifties with grey at his temples and the unhurried quality of someone who had been in rooms like this enough times that the room itself did not affect his pace. He came through the door and he looked at Lena first, the professional survey, taking in the bandage and the dressing and the position she was in, and then he looked at me.The second look held something the first one did not.I had seen that look before. The last time I had seen it I had been seventeen and standing in a different corridor in a different wing of this compou
(Kai POV)I had been watching the window when it happened.The north garden had gone fully dark hours ago and the lamp on the wall was still at its lowest setting and the cup Diane had left on the side table was cold and untouched and I had been sitting in the chair with my hand over Lena's and my eyes on the window because looking at her face for too many consecutive hours without movement produced a particular kind of strain that looking at the window periodically relieved without requiring me to leave the room.I was looking at the window when her fingers moved.Not dramatically, not a sudden grip or a reaching out, just the slight curl of the fingers under my palm, the small adjustment of a hand that had been still for hours and was beginning to remember that it belonged to someone. I looked down at her hand and then at her face.Her eyelids were moving.Her eyes opened.Not fully, not with clarity, just a narrow












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