LOGINThe heavy oak door of the birthing room remained firmly shut, casting a long, unyielding shadow across the polished floorboards of the upper corridor. Rowan paced the hallway outside the birthing room with a composure he didn't actually feel, his hands clasped tight behind his back the way he used to stand when assessing a threat, though nothing about tonight resembled any threat he'd ever trained for in all his years of guarding this territory."You should sit down, Rowan," Miriam said gently, pausing in her steps as she passed by with a stack of fresh, warm towels cradled in her arms. "Pacing like that isn't going to help anyone, least of all Lena.""I know," Rowan admitted, his boots clicking softly against the wood as he turned back on his heel. "I don't seem to be able to stop anyway. It feels wrong to just stand still while she's in there doing all the hard work."The midwife had arrived within the hour, calm and unhurried, confirming what Lena's own instincts had already told h
Gerald sat at the small desk in his own cottage near Rosalind's territory, a stack of handwritten pages in front of him, and found himself, for the third evening running, staring at the same difficult paragraph without quite managing to finish it."You've been at that same page for days," Rosalind observed, setting a cup of tea beside him. "What's stopping you?""I'm trying to write my own chapter for Vivienne's book," Gerald admitted. "The part about Rosalind, about the council's original demand. I keep writing it carefully, protecting myself from how it actually looked, and then crossing it out because I know Vivienne would want the honest version.""Then write the honest version," Rosalind said gently. "You've told it plainly before, to an entire council hall. I don't think this is any harder than that was.""I think it's harder, actually," Gerald admitted. "That was spoken aloud, gone the moment it was said. This is permanent. Ethan and Elena will read these exact words someday, l
The cool evening breeze drifted softly through the garden, rustling the high box hedges and carrying the faint, sweet scent of late-blooming jasmine. Vivienne found the family still settled comfortably in the garden when she approached, Sophie and Dominic sitting side by side on the familiar stone bench, Ethan sprawled lazily nearby in the grass. She walked with a measured, deliberate grace, her steps unhurried, and she waited quietly for a natural pause in their conversation before speaking."I've been thinking about my own legacy too," Vivienne said, her voice clear and steady as she stepped closer, settling onto the low stone edge of the garden bed.Sophie turned her head, a warm, welcoming smile touching her lips. "Tell us," she said, gently shifting over to make room for her on the bench."I want to write another book," Vivienne announced, looking between them with an earnest clarity in her eyes. "Not the formal council record, the one that closed Gerald's reckoning all those yea
Dominic sat beside Sophie on the familiar stone bench near the fountain, the evening settling into its usual soft quiet, and found himself turning over a question that had been circling in his mind for weeks now—considerably larger than any of the family's recent, gentler concerns."I've been thinking about legacy," Dominic said. "Not simply what we leave Ethan in terms of title or territory. What we actually leave him to build with."Sophie considered this seriously, settling more comfortably against him. "What prompted that, specifically?""The regional designation, partly," Dominic admitted. "Watching this territory become a training ground for future leadership made me think hard about exactly what we're actually teaching, beyond the practical mechanics of running a pack.""What do you think the actual answer is?" Sophie asked."I think it's honesty," Dominic said. "Not simply as a policy, but as a genuine habit, modeled consistently enough that it becomes instinct rather than eff
Helena followed Miriam's voice up the grand staircase with her heart hammering against her ribs, uncertain what to expect in the quiet upper halls of the villa. The dark oak floorboards felt solid beneath her shoes, yet each step carried a strange, breathless weight. She found Elena standing proudly beside Richard's old desk in the bright study, a yellowed envelope clutched in her small, dust-dusted hands like a discovered treasure."It was behind the shelf," Elena announced, her dark eyes shining with victory as she pointed toward a small gap near the mahogany wainscoting. "It fell out when I was looking for a pencil."Sophie stepped forward and took the envelope carefully, turning it over in the soft afternoon light. She paused, her thumb resting just beneath a single word written across the front in handwriting she recognized instantly as Richard's own careful, elegant script.Helena."It's addressed to you," Sophie said, her voice dropping into a tender whisper as she handed it ov
Sophie was halfway through a difficult client call when Helena's number flashed on her phone a second time, and something about the persistence of it, two calls within ten minutes, made her excuse herself the moment the first conversation ended."Is everything all right?" Sophie asked, calling back immediately."I'm fine," Helena said, though her voice carried an unsteadiness that suggested otherwise. "I wanted to ask you something, and I think I lost my nerve the first time I called, which is why I hung up before you answered.""Ask me now," Sophie said gently."I want to tell Ethan something," Helena said. "About his grandfather. My own father. I've never told either of you much about him, and I think I've been avoiding it because the story isn't a flattering one for me to tell."Sophie considered this carefully, understanding the particular courage it took for Helena to raise something this difficult unprompted. "I think Ethan would want to hear it, whatever shape it takes. He's al
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







