LOGINVivienne had spent thirty years cultivating relationships nobody else in this family had ever fully understood the value of, and it was only this past year, watching those same relationships isolate Draven politically and support Dominic through his hardest months, that she'd finally let herself acknowledge how much untapped purpose still sat quietly in her own hands.I want to ask you something, she said, finding Lena in the small garden one afternoon, tending the now thoroughly established basil alongside a modest new row of herbs Rowan had apparently been talking about expanding.Ask, Lena said, brushing dirt from her hands.How would you feel about taking on considerably more responsibility within this pack's political operations? Vivienne said. "Not simply Dominic's assistant, coordinating logistics and security. Something closer to what I've spent thirty years doing quietly, building and maintaining relationships across territories, understanding regional politics well enough to
Dominic Steele stood in the quiet warmth of his spacious home office, holding the slim leather-bound handset of his private desk phone firmly against his ear. Beside him, Sophie sat on the edge of the dark mahogany desk, her slender hand resting lightly over his forearm. The soft, golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the sheer curtains, carrying with it the distant, muffled sounds of laughter from the lower patio where Helena and Ethan were still finishing their afternoon tea. That lingering sense of peace filled the room, giving Dominic a steady, grounded calm. A stark contrast to the instinctive, hyper-vigilant bracing that every unexpected phone call had once demanded from him during the darkest months of the crisis.On the other end of the line, Caius Holt’s senior administrative aide was speaking in a hushed, rapid cadence, relaying a series of delicate updates directly from the regional council chambers in the capital. Dominic listened attentively, his dark eyes
Sophie was setting the table for an ordinary Sunday lunch when Helena's car pulled up the drive, and she found herself, watching from the window, genuinely surprised by how little apprehension the sight stirred in her now, compared to the tight, careful bracing she'd once carried through every one of these visits.You look relaxed, Dominic observed, joining her at the window.I think I actually am, Sophie said. "It's strange, noticing it happening gradually like this. I don't remember the exact moment her visits stopped feeling like something to survive and started feeling simply like family coming for lunch."Helena came through the door a few minutes later, considerably more at ease herself than she'd been even a few months earlier, carrying a small bag Sophie recognized as containing something Helena had taken, recently, to bringing on every visit, some small gift for Ethan that she clearly put genuine thought into rather than simply grabbing something convenient.I hope I'm not to
Dominic sat with Caius's request for nearly a week before he brought it properly to Sophie, turning it over alone first, the way he'd learned, this past year, not to do with decisions that touched their whole family, and it was that same habit, catching himself mid-deliberation, that finally pushed him to stop circling it privately and actually say it out loforthI keep going back and forth, he admitted, finding Sophie in the studio one evening. "Caius wants an answer soon, and I don't think I can give him one honestly until I've actually talked it through with you.""Tell me what's pulling you in each direction," Sophie said, setting aside her sketches."Part of me wants it," Dominic said. "Genuinely. I think about what this family survived, and I think about how much of it could have gone differently if some other Alpha had simply had somewhere to turn before internal manipulation calcified into full crisis. Caius says this smaller territory is watching a dispute unfold that looks u
Sophie was still holding the email open on her laptop when Dominic walked into the studio, and something in her expression must have carried more tension than she intended, because he crossed the room immediately, concerned about replacing the easy warmth he'd walked in with.What is it?A client dispute, Sophie said. "The Hendricks account, actually, the one Priya and I have been managing together for months. They're threatening to walk away from the entire project, and worse, they're implying publicly that our work was negligent, which isn't remotely true, but the accusation alone could damage the studio's reputation considerably, especially now that the magazine feature's brought us so much new visibility.What actually happened, Dominic asked, sitting beside her."A shipping delay on custom materials, entirely outside our control, pushed their renovation timeline back nearly three weeks," Sophie said. "Instead of understanding that as a supply chain issue, they're framing it as po
Gerald sat alone at a small table near the inn's window for nearly twenty minutes before Rosalind arrived, watching the road with the particular stillness of a man who had rehearsed a hundred versions of this moment and found, now that it was actually happening, that none of them had prepared him for how his chest would tighten the instant her car finally pulled into view.She looked different, of course, thirty years different, silver threading through hair that had once been dark, lines at her eyes that spoke of a life lived fully in his absence, and Gerald found, watching her step out of the car, that his fear of finding a stranger dissolved the moment she looked up and found him through the window, something instantly, unmistakably familiar passing between them despite every year that separated who they'd been from who they'd become.She sat across from him, and for a long moment neither of them spoke, simply studying each other with the particular careful attention of two people
Sophie Steele POV.I step in.The water is hot and the pressure remains exactly as I remember it. I feel my shoulders come down gradually. I raise my face to the water and allow it to soak me while I am breathing in and out. The steam thickens around me. The rest of the house
Sophie Steele POV.Evening comes fast like the clock is running a race it refuses to lose. The guests begin to thin out and I am finally directed to my old room. I am so exhausted, like the world has been placed on my body, and this has nothing to do with the flight.One thi
Sophie Steele POVAnd now I am home. And really, I am expecting to be wowed the moment I get here with any difference or whatever, but everything is still the same way I left it. The beautiful gates of the Steele family villa open with the same calmness they always have, like they
Sophie Steele POVWith a jolt I wake.The first thing that registers is disappointment. I'm no longer in my bedroom in the Steel mansion seven years ago. I'm currently in my luxury loft studio in the heart of Los Angeles surrounded by art, supplies and the kind of serenity that cannot







