INICIAR SESIÓNIan's POV "I know what it means to me," she said. "It means you're standing in my living room lit up like it's the best night of your life, over her, while I sit here with your actual child kicking me in the ribs." She pressed a hand flat to her belly. "This one. The real one. The one that's actually yours for certain, because I have never once lied to you about a thing in my whole life, which is more than you can say for the woman you keep driving past.""If that baby is mine—""Listen to yourself." Her voice went sharp and thin. "If. You divorced her. You called her barren in front of a hundred phones. You rejected the mate bond. You gave me your child. And the second you hear she might be carrying, you're pacing my living room asking if it's yours." She stood, one hand bracing her back. "Do you know what that makes me? Do you know what that makes this?" She gestured at her own body, at the child in it. "A backup. In case the one you actually wanted worked out after all.""That's n
Ian's POVI heard the information from a bartender, of all people.Not from the council. Not my own family. From a man wiping down glasses at the pack tavern, who leaned in like he was doing me a kindness when he said he'd heard the Luna was expecting, and wasn't that fast work for a marriage barely a month old.I laughed in his face and told him to mind his pour."Careful what you spread," I said. "That's the Luna you're gossiping about. Words like that have a way of finding the wrong ears.""Just repeating what I heard, Mr. Fletcher." He didn't stop wiping the glass. He didn't call me Alpha either, I noticed. Nobody had, in weeks. "The whole tavern's been saying it since the fires. New consort, new baby on the way. People do like a fresh start.""People like anything that isn't their own dull lives.""That they do." He set the glass down. "Another?""No." I turned the glass a slow circle on the wood. "This baby. Who told you. Give me a name and there's money in it.""No name to give
Brielle's POVI thought of the letters in the shoebox. Dear Diana. I miss you more than I let myself admit. I thought of her thin silver bracelet, wrapped in a handkerchief, kept close, kept where he could reach it whenever he wanted to hold something that used to be hers. All the small proofs I'd found and hated, that the man I ruined my name for had never once stopped loving the woman I helped him throw away."Ian doesn't know," I said."No. And you are not going to tell him." My father crossed the room and took my chin in his hand, the way he had when I was small and had done something he didn't like. "You're going to do exactly what you've always done, Brielle. Stay close to him. Smile. Wait. And when the moment comes, you'll hand me the boy who thinks he loves you, and I'll hand you the only thing you've ever truly wanted.""Which is?""To be someone your mother didn't walk out on." He said it softly, like a gift. It cut deeper than any blade he could have used. "To matter. I can
Brielle's POVMy father poured himself a drink and didn't offer me one, which told me more than anything he'd said so far."Sit down, Brielle.""I've been standing for ten minutes, and all you've told me is that two buildings burned and that it went the way it needed to." I stayed on my feet. "So no. I'll stand until you tell me what I broke every speed limit in the dark to hear."He took his time. He always did, when he wanted a person off balance. He crossed to the cold fireplace and looked into the dead ash like it held more interest than I did."You know what a Beta is," he said. "To a pack.""The second. The one who serves the Alpha.""The one who serves." He turned the words over, tasting the rot in them. "Thirty-one years, Brielle. I served her father while he lived. I served that girl while she played at ruling with a husband who couldn't keep his hands off my own daughter's friends. Thirty-one years standing one step behind a chair that was never once going to be mine, watchi
Diana's POV "A thing that didn't happen," he repeated. "Or a thing I choose to make true by living it. Those aren't the same to me." He held my eyes. "A father isn't a night, Diana. It's the ten thousand mornings after. I know men who share blood with children they've never once fed. And I've known men who raised children not their own so well the blood never mattered a day. I'd rather be the second kind. I've had a long time to decide that about myself.""You've thought about this before tonight.""I've thought about you before tonight." A rueful breath. "For longer than is decent, if we're being honest, and it seems we finally are."I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes and laughed, wet and helpless. "You picked a strange hour to finally be honest with me.""You picked a strange hour to faint in my garden." The corner of his mouth lifted, tired and warm at once. "We're a matched pair for poor timing, you and I. Always have been, from the very start of it.""That's not funny."
Diana's POVHe didn't answer right away, and for every second he didn't, I built the rejection for him in my own head, so it would hurt less when it finally came.He'd be reasonable. Travis was always reasonable. He'd say the arrangement never covered this. He'd say a man has limits. He'd say it kindly, because he did everything kindly, and the kindness would somehow make it worse.I braced for all of it."No," he said.I heard the word and didn't trust it. "No?""No, I'm not going to leave you." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and held my eyes. "Diana, look at me. I need you to hear this the way I mean it, not the way you're already twisting it in your head.""I'm not—""You are. You've already decided I'm halfway out the door, and I'm sitting right here." Something almost like a smile touched his mouth. "So let me talk. You've done all the talking for both of us since the doctor left, and you've gotten every word of it wrong."I shut my mouth."You didn't trap me," he said.







