LOGINCora’s POV The sunrise was a bleeding wound against the horizon, pale and cold. Silas stood outside in the gravel driveway, his black SUV idling like a low-growling beast. He had told me not to bring much, that he would “provide everything,” but I ignored him. I packed Leo’s favorite tattered rabbit, his softest blanket, and every small comfort that smelled like the life I was about to lose. I couldn’t let my son go into that den with nothing but the clothes on his back. My hands shook as I reached for the small velvet bag hidden in the back of the medicine cabinet. The Amber Drops. I had to be perfect. One slip of the dropper, one missed dose, and the brown mask would fade, revealing the silver rings that would seal our fate. Leo was still drowsy, blinking up at me with sleepy, confused eyes. “Mommy? Why is it still dark?” “Change of plans, baby,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Close your eyes for me. Just fo
Cora’s POVHe pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving.“Get off me,” I gasped, trying to shove him away. “That changed nothing. You lost me the night you stood at that altar with Elara. You chose power over the girl who lived in your shadows. Tell me, Silas—how is that working out for you? Is the crown comfortable? Is Elara a good substitute for a soul?”“It was a mistake,” he whispered, the admission sounding like it was being ripped out of him. “I thought… I thought I was doing what was right for the Pack. I was a fool. I should have chosen you.”“It’s too late,” I said, my voice hardening. “You’re married. And I will not be a mistress. I will not be the secret human ward hidden in the attic while your ‘Queen’ presides over the table.”“You won’t be,” Silas said, his voice absolute. “I’ll divorce her. We will be together.”"I don't trust you!" I twisted in his grip, my voice rising. "What part of 'I am not in love with you' c
Cora’s POV The air in the master suite didn’t just smell like expensive cedar and old money; it smelled like a trap.My eyes flickered open, the weight of the unconsciousness lifting like a heavy, wet shroud. The first thing I felt was the cold, clinical bite of the needle in the back of my hand. I looked down, my vision swimming, and saw the IV line snaking away from my skin. A private nurse, her face a mask of professional indifference, was just finishing the final bag of saline.“The Liquid Silver is flushed,” she murmured, her voice sounding as if it were coming from the bottom of a well. “Your blood is clean now.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The moment the nurse pulled the needle and exited the room, the heavy oak door remained ajar. In the shadows of the hallway stood a silhouette that made my heart—my now steady, human heart—thud with a terrifying cadence.Silas stepped into the light.He wasn’t the polished CEO I’d worked for. He was an Alpha King in his own domain, hi
Cora’s POV The mirror was the first one to tell me the truth: I was dying.In the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent light of my bathroom, I didn’t look like Sarah Miller, and I certainly didn’t look like Cora. I looked like a marble statue that had been left in the rain. My skin had a waxy, translucent quality, the veins beneath my jaw appearing as faint, indigo threads. My eyes were bloodshot, the pupils dilated until only a thin ring of amber remained.On the counter sat the final vial.It was empty after this. There was no more Liquid Silver to be had in Oakhaven without alerting Silas’s network, and my body wouldn’t have survived another drop anyway. I was at the breaking point. This was the last time. Tonight, I would present the preschool project, I would hand in my resignation, and I would disappear with Leo before the sun rose.I picked up the vial. My hands shook so violently the glass clattered against my teeth. I tilted it back, forcing the thick, metallic sludge down my
Cora’s POV The silence of the next few days was a specialized kind of torture. Silas was a man of his word, and as it turned out, his word was a cold, impenetrable wall. He had retreated into a shell of ironclad professionalism that was somehow more terrifying than his obsession. He didn’t look for Cora in the curve of my smile; he didn’t even look at my smile.I was “Ms. Miller,” a line item on his schedule. A ghost in a cardigan.I should have been celebrating. I had won the impossible war. I sat at my desk, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, staring at the digital DNA report I’d saved to my private drive. Negative. The word was a jagged pill I couldn’t swallow. Every time I looked at it, a cold shiver of disbelief raced down my spine. How? How had the universe conspired to produce a lie that perfect? My shock in his office hadn’t been a performance; it had been a genuine fracture in my reality. I had been prepared for the handcuffs, for the roar of his realization—not for a
Silas’s POVThe silence in my office was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cage. I sat in the darkness, the only light emanating from the laptop screen, casting a ghostly blue pallor over my hands. On the screen, the word NEGATIVE pulsed in my vision like a taunt.I had read the report twelve times. I had scrutinized the markers, the alleles, the forensic summary from Aris Diagnostics. The math was absolute. The science was cold. Sarah Miller was not Cora Johnson.A sickening weight settled in my gut—not the weight of victory, but the crushing lead of guilt. I had spent weeks terrorizing a woman. I had invaded her home, cornered her in elevators, and stolen her blood like a common predator, all because I was so broken by grief that I had started seeing ghosts in the grocery store. I had seen Cora’s fire in a stranger’s eyes because I couldn’t bear the thought that my soulmate was truly gone.I was losing my mind. Truly, clinically losing it.I looked through the glass. Sarah was si







