ВойтиKAIANine months later…Pain rips through my body, and I scream."I know, amor. I know." Vincent's voice is rough with worry. His hand grips mine so tight I think he might break my fingers, but I hold on harder."You're doing so well," Dr. Tracy says from between my legs. "One more push, Kaia. Just one more."I shake my head, gasping for air. "I can't—""You can." Vincent leans down, his forehead pressed against mine. Through the bond, I feel his absolute faith in me. His love. His terror that something might go wrong mixed with fierce pride. "You're the strongest person I know."Another contraction builds, and I bear down with everyth
KAIAHe pushes to his feet with fluid grace. Blood still drips from his chin, but the injury—the fatal injury—is gone. Healed. Like I never touched him."Did you really think it would be that easy?" He tilts his head, studying me like I'm a particularly entertaining puzzle. "Darling, I've survived far worse than a missing heart."He snaps his fingers.The world fractures.Multiple versions of him appear—surrounding me in a perfect circle. Five, ten, fifteen identical Edvards, all wearing that same cruel smile. The ground beneath my feet shifts, wrong, like reality itself is bending around me.I spin, searching for the real one. But they all feel solid. Real. My Fae blood screams that
KAIAThe water feels like silk sliding over my skin.I float on my back in the spring, staring up through the canopy. Sunlight filters through the leaves in shifting patterns—gold and green dancing across my vision. Steam rises around me in lazy curls.My fingers drift to my neck. The mark is still tender—a perfect crescent of raised skin where Vincent's teeth claimed me. I trace the shape slowly, and warmth blooms in my chest.Mine. The word echoes through me, carried on the bond that hums like a live wire between us. He's in the house somewhere—I can feel him even from here. That constant pull, like an invisible thread connecting my heart to his.My wolf stretches inside me, content and lazy.
VINCENTI wake up with Kaia in my arms, and the bond between us hums like a live wire beneath my skin.For a moment, I just lie there, feeling her breathe. Her bare back presses against my chest, warm and solid and real.The memory crashes over me before I can stop it.Lewis's panicked phone call.Racing to his territory and finding nothing but disturbed earth where the portal had been.Knowing she was gone and I had no way to reach her.My chest tightens at the memory. Those hours were the worst of my life—worse than any battle, any chall
KAIACold stone presses against my back. The smell of blood and rot fills my nose. Silver bars shimmer in the dim torchlight—My eyes fly open.No stone. No bars. No cell.Soft sheets tangle around my legs. Gentle light streams through massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent that surrounds me isn't decay—it's cedar and spice and Vincent.I'm in his bed. His room.My heart hammers against my ribs, panic still clawing at my throat even though I can see I'm safe. I force myself to breathe. The air here doesn't taste like blood.Water runs nearby. Steam drifts
KAIACold stone presses against my back. The smell of blood and rot fills my nose. Silver bars shimmer in the dim torchlight—My eyes fly open.No stone. No bars. No cell.Soft sheets tangle around my legs. Gentle light streams through massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent that surrounds me isn't decay—it's cedar and spice and Vincent.I'm in his bed. His room.My heart hammers against my ribs, panic still clawing at my throat even though I can see I'm safe. I force myself to breathe. The air here doesn't taste like blood.Water runs nearby. Steam drifts
KAIAI stare at my computer screen, watching the cursor blink in the empty email draft. It's been two weeks since the Cascade Pack meeting, and honestly, things with Vincent have been… decent. Even after the whole scene at the motel&m
I bite down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the screen as the security footage plays again.Lewis had asked to review it after sending his trackers out with Mom's shawl—one I'd retrieved
VINCENT“Alpha Lopez, there’s an urgent situation at the pack house. You’re needed immediately.”My phone buzzes against my ear as James, my head tracker, speaks with cont
KAIAThe raw honesty steals my breath. This is what I needed—not pretty promises he can't keep, but the truth of what he's capable of."I'm seeing Lewis," I say, testing him. "He's already&







