(Rowan’s POV)She was walking beside me, silent, with her head slightly bowed and her scarf covering most of her face like a mask. But I could still feel her unease—buzzing like static in the air between us.It wasn’t fear exactly. Calla didn’t seem the kind to fear easily. No, this was… wariness. The kind that comes from walking too long in shadow.And yet, she hadn’t flinched when Elder Elira called out to me.I had glanced at her, expecting at least a flicker of reaction. But she’d held herself still, unreadable. Calm on the outside, but something told me that her silence was tightly controlled.She was hiding something. That much I knew.But I didn’t push.Not yet.Instead, I just kept walking, leading them through the winding corridor that veered off the main path. The private wing wasn’t far—intentionally hidden behind a thicket of climbing vines and aged stone, a place I’d built to be both sanctuary and stronghold.For wolves like me who needed space. And for secrets that neede
(Calla’s POV)“I just want to go straight to wherever you’ve arranged for us,” I said, staring straight ahead.Rowan’s head turned, his profile catching the late morning sun. The weight of his silence pressed against me like a velvet stone.“No elders,” I continued. “No pack servants. No greetings or ceremonies or whatever tradition you have for new comers.”He blinked slowly. “You want to sneak in.”I met his eyes, firm and unreadable. “I want to survive.”He didn’t respond right away. Just gave me a long, skeptical once-over. As if he was weighing my words against some instinct tugging at him beneath the surface.“You’re hiding something,” he murmured, more to himself than to me.I didn’t answer. What could I say?Yes, I’m hiding a thousand secrets—each one stitched together to protect the one person who means everything to me. Your son.Instead, I held his gaze until he finally sighed, nodding.“Fine. Straight to the private quarters,” he said. “But you’re going to owe me answers,
Rowan’s POVThe gates groaned open like the belly of a beast, ancient metal swallowing us whole.But she didn’t move.Calla sat perfectly still—no fidgeting, no eye contact, no word spoken. Just stillness, so tense and quiet it vibrated like a held breath.Asher, on the other hand, was practically pressed against the window.“Is this it?” he asked, eyes bright with wonder.“Yeah, kid,” I said gently. “This is home.”Home.The word hit differently this time.Because the woman sitting beside me didn’t flinch at the gates.She froze.And now I was sure.She’d been here before.The way her fingers curled tighter around Asher’s. The way her chest moved—shallow, careful breaths, like she was trying not to draw attention to herself. Like prey sensing a trap in its old territory.I said nothing at first. Just sat there, watching her like the puzzle she was. Every line of her body told a different story. Her jaw was set, too tight. Her knuckles white. Her eyes locked on the trees ahead but see
(Calla’s POV)The soft thunk of the trunk closing made me jump.Too late now.Rowan stood beside me, issuing quiet instructions to the hotel staff as they loaded the last of my things into the back of his sleek, tinted SUV van. It looked expensive. Subtle, but built like a bulletproof tank. A traveling fortress.Fitting, considering what I was walking into.Asher bounced beside me, practically buzzing with excitement, one hand clinging to the strap of his backpack, the other wrapped tightly around his favorite stuffed wolf.“I can sit by the window, right?” he asked.“Of course,” Rowan answered before I could.He wasn’t even looking at Asher. He was looking at me.Again.It was starting to gnaw at my nerves, the way his gaze lingered like it knew something I didn’t. Like he wasn’t just looking at me, but through me.“Are these all your bags?” he asked, glancing pointedly at the final suitcase.“Yes,” I said, short and clipped.“Not bad,” he mused. “I was expecting more chaos. Clothes
Rowan’s POVI sat in the VVIP lounge with a cup of black coffee and too much on my mind.She said it.The words that hadn’t left my head all day.Can we move in with you?Calla Rivers—white-haired mystery, sharp-tongued liar, mother to a boy with silver eyes—asked to live under my roof. And then she tried to snatch it back the moment it slipped from her lips.Classic defense mechanism. Say something real, then reel it in before it lands.But I didn’t let her. Because I couldn’t.Because my instincts were already past the point of no return.Every Alpha knows the difference between protectiveness and obsession. One is duty. The other is… madness.And I was dangerously close to the edge.When she asked me that question, I saw the panic in her eyes. Not just fear of me, but fear of something bigger. Her past? Her secret? The truth she hasn’t told me?That’s what eats at me most.Calla has secrets buried in her bones.And I intend to dig every damn one of them up.But not by force. Not ye
Calla’s POVWhat did I just do?The words had barely left my mouth when regret slammed into me like a freight train. Move in with him? Move in with Rowan BlackThorne?I wasn’t thinking. I was desperate. The healer’s warning still rang in my head like a curse—he’s not fully healed… he still needs more of the source of the blood. And that source was him.Rowan.The wolf whose blood kept my son alive.And now, apparently, the man we were going to live with.God, what am I doing?Asher was still smiling. His little hand curled inside Rowan’s like they were already bonded. Like some instinct deep inside him recognized the man whose veins carried the same silver laced power now pulsing through his.He was attached already.I had no choice.Even if my gut screamed to run.Even if something about Rowan’s easy acceptance set off every alarm in my body.Why would he say yes so quickly?Why would a man like him—strong, powerful, calculating—open his home to a stranger and a child with no proof, n