MasukEthan Steele marched into the kitchen with his notebook already open and announced, without any preamble at all, that he needed to speak with Rowan and Lena about something important. "This sounds serious," Lena said, exchanging an amused glance with Rowan across the kitchen island. "It is serious," Ethan said, leaning his hands flat on the edge of the counter. "I need a job for your wedding. I already did the speech thing for my parents, and I did the standing-up thing for my own ceremony, and I think I should get to do something for yours too, since you're basically my family as well." "We were actually going to ask you," Rowan said, setting down his coffee mug. "You beat us to it, chief." Ethan's face lit up with obvious relief. "Good. What did you want to ask me?" "We were thinking," Lena said, leaning closer, "that you might carry the rings. It's an important job, considerably more important than most people realize, because the whole ceremony pauses for exactly that moment,
Vivienne Steele sat at her polished mahogany desk in the estate's study, a thick, slate-gray folder spread open before her. Her laptop's soft glow illuminated the late-evening shadows in the room, but her attention kept drifting back to the short, encrypted message still visible on her phone screen. She adjusted her reading glasses and slowly reread the dense paragraphs for a third time. With each passing minute, the heavy wave of initial alarm that had gripped her chest earlier that afternoon gradually receded, leaving behind a profound sense of relief.A soft tap on the open doorway interrupted the silence. Lena Marsh stood in the threshold, her usual tactical posture relaxed, though her jeans and linen shirt were still faintly dusted with dark garden soil from an earlier afternoon spent working among the basil plants with Rowan."You look like you're working through something heavy," Lena said, leaning against the doorframe before walking in.Vivienne looked up, offering a faint,
Rowan Ashby had been carrying the small, velvet-lined box tucked safely inside his jacket pocket for considerably less time than Dominic had carried his, only a handful of days, in fact. Yet, as he stood in the late-afternoon sun along the newly thriving garden strip at the edge of the estate, he found the sharp, fluttery edge of his nerves no less intense for the shorter wait.He stayed motionless for a moment, watching Lena kneeling on the soft earth among the lush green basil plants. There was a particular, focused contentment on her face, a serene stillness she brought to this modest patch of ground that had once defeated both of their complete lack of gardening skills so thoroughly."You're staring again," Lena said, snipping a stray stem without bothering to look up from her work. "You've been doing that a lot lately.""Have I?" Rowan replied, feigning innocence poorly as he took a slow step closer over the gravel path."You have," Lena said. She sat back on her heels, wiping he
Lena Marsh checked the sleek black watch strapped tightly to her left wrist. She had exactly four minutes before the wedding ceremony officially began in the estate's private courtyard, and she was currently using every single one of those precious seconds standing near the side entrance, listening to Torsten explain, in a hushed, utterly mortified rush, precisely how an external courier delivering his personal wedding gift had nearly turned around at the front gate."I told him the delivery window clearly, well before noon," Torsten said, his hands moving in tight, anxious gestures as he glanced nervously back toward the sunlit garden, where the small gathering of close friends and family was already settling into their designated seats. "He arrived an hour early instead, and the gate staff, quite reasonably, didn't want to disrupt anything by letting an unscheduled commercial vehicle through during the private ceremony itself. I came ahead specifically to sort it out quietly, before
Dominic was still turning Torsten's request over when Corvin's name appeared on his phone the following morning, and something in the timing alone told him, before he'd even answered, that whatever came next would require considerably more diplomacy than a simple wedding guest list decision."Alpha Steele," Corvin said, his voice carrying the same formal stiffness Dominic remembered from the council sessions. "I understand you've received a request from the new Alpha of Draven's former territory to attend your wedding.""Word travels quickly," Dominic said carefully."I wanted to raise a concern before you made any decision," Corvin said. "I understand the impulse toward reconciliation, given everything this region has been through this past year. But I'd ask you to consider what it signals to invite representation from that territory to a private family celebration so soon after everything Draven did to your household. Some of us worked hard to isolate that territory politically. I'd
Miriam had flour on her sleeve, a half-finished seating chart pinned to the kitchen wall, and Vivienne standing over her shoulder offering opinions Miriam had not, strictly speaking, asked for. She found herself, three days before the wedding, genuinely unable to remember the last time she'd laughed this much while also being this exhausted."You've put Halvard at the same table as Corvin," Vivienne observed, studying the chart with a critical eye. "I don't believe those two have ever exchanged a single friendly word in their lives.""They'll manage for one dinner," Miriam said, though she was already reaching for the pin to move it regardless."They will not manage," Vivienne said. "Corvin still hasn't forgiven Halvard for some grazing dispute from a decade ago that I've heard recounted at three separate council sessions since. Put him near Alpha Ferris instead. Ferris finds him tedious, but tolerates him considerably better.""You have an entire mental map of who tolerates whom," Mi
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
Sophie Steele POV.“Oh! Oh! Ohmmmm, yes. Fuck me. Please."Who knew things would spiral this fast? Well it's another Friday night and I'm in my home, the weight of not having a functional social life crushing on me like a wave that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. At ninete
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







