LOGINEliraRonan watched the unfolding chaos for a moment longer—Samson caught between two women, Tawny frozen in place, Bella trying to make sense of something she hadn’t expected—and then he let out a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly.“As entertaining as all of that is,” he said, his tone dry, “I’ve been gone for what feels like two or three weeks. I don’t even remember at this point.”His gaze shifted to me, softening just slightly.“I know it’s only been a couple of days for you,” he continued, “but I’m ready to see our room.”Caelan blinked once.“Our room?”Ronan didn’t hesitate.“Yes,” he said simply. “Our room.”There was no challenge in it. No edge. Just quiet certainty.“We share a mate,” he added, his gaze flicking briefly between us before settling again. “And I know you’re not going to be willing to let her sleep away from you for a night.”A faint smile touched his mouth.“I know this because neither am I.”Heat crept up my neck immediately.He wasn’t wrong.“Besides,”
BellaI didn’t stay.There wasn’t anything left for me there anyway.Zane hadn’t looked back at me, not really, not in a way that meant anything, and Dex had been too focused on him to even acknowledge I was standing there. Whatever was happening between them had nothing to do with me anymore, even though I had spent the entire ride convincing myself that it did.So I walked.Not fast enough to draw attention, not slow enough to linger, just… away.“Why is it always me?” I muttered under my breath, my arms crossing over my chest as frustration tightened there.It wasn’t fair.First Ronan.That still stung more than I liked to admit. I had known what we were—what we weren’t—but that didn’t make it easier when Elira walked in and became everything I hadn’t even realized I was hoping for.And now this.Zane.I let out a quiet, humorless breath.“Guess I’m just not meant to have anyone,” I said to myself, shaking my head slightly as I pushed the thought down where it wouldn’t sit so heavi
EliraMovement returned to Shadowhearth quickly.Where there had been tension and hesitation only moments ago, there was now purpose. Caelan’s men and their mates began filtering in from the outer edges of the pack grounds, their attention shifting toward the newcomers with quiet efficiency as they prepared to help everyone settle. Voices carried across the open space—directions, greetings, the low hum of people stepping into something new together.It should have felt overwhelming.Instead, it felt… right.Like something long delayed was finally falling into place.I was watching it all unfold when something in my chest shifted.Not sharply. Not painfully.Just… there.A pull.Familiar.My breath caught before I could stop it.Caelan noticed immediately.“What is it?” he asked, stepping closer, his attention narrowing on me.I didn’t answer right away. I tilted my head slightly, trying to place the sensation, trying to understand it without forcing it into something it wasn’t.“I thi
RonanThe realm had fallen into order, though not in any way that could be called peaceful.What Ash had unleashed onto the surface had been dragged back where it belonged, forced into submission under a rule that did not allow for hesitation or negotiation. Every demon that had crossed over had been accounted for, pulled back through portals I could now open and close with growing ease, their presence lingering at the edges of my awareness like threads I could track without effort.The ones who resisted did not last long.There were no dungeons waiting for them, no prolonged punishments meant to make a spectacle of suffering. Defiance was handled cleanly and swiftly, not out of cruelty, but because anything less would have been seen as weakness. The first few who tested it had learned that quickly, and word spread faster than any decree ever could.Now the realm held.Not because they trusted me.But because they understood what I was.And more importantly, what I would do.Time move
EliraThe silence lingered for only a moment after Zane’s words faded.Then he exhaled sharply and glanced around, finally seeming to notice that he had an audience.“Show’s over,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair.It wasn’t loud, but it carried enough.People shifted almost immediately, turning away, pretending they hadn’t been watching, hadn’t been listening. Conversations picked back up in low murmurs, movement resumed, and within seconds the moment dissolved into something that looked almost normal again.Almost.I stayed where I was, watching Zane walk away without looking at Dex again, watching Dex remain exactly where he stood for a second longer before forcing himself to move as well.Neither of them had resolved anything.They had only made it real.Beside me, Caelan let out a quiet breath.“Well,” he said, his tone thoughtful as his gaze followed them, “I think it’s safe to say everyone knows now.”I glanced up at him, then back toward the space where Zane and D
ZaneI knew.That was the part I couldn’t get past, no matter how hard I tried to push it down or pretend it hadn’t happened.From the moment I saw him in that cabin, something in me had recognized him in a way that didn’t ask permission and didn’t wait for me to catch up. It hadn’t been confusion or curiosity. It had been immediate, sharp, and absolute, like something inside me had stepped forward and claimed him before I had a chance to think.Mate.The word had hit me just as hard as it had hit him, and that was exactly why I didn’t want to deal with it.I moved on instinct when we stopped, swinging down from the horse and reaching up to help Bella without thinking too deeply about it. My hands settled at her waist as I lifted her down, steadying her as her feet hit the ground.She slipped—just enough to make it believable—and fell into me with a soft laugh.“I’ve got you,” I muttered, catching her easily.Her hand lingered against my chest, her body still close, and I let it happe
AshShe was asleep.Not the guarded rest of someone pretending—no, I’ve seen enough of those in my long, ruinous life. This was the kind of sleep that only comes when the body gives out before the mind does. Deep. Unguarded. Mortal.She’d curled up like a lamb—knees drawn in, hands tucked under her
Elira“So how long are we going to be here?” I asked, arms crossed as I paced the smooth stone floor. “In this… threshold? Sanctuary? Lair? Whatever the hell you want to call it.”Ash leaned lazily against one of the obsidian pillars, watching me like I was his favorite form of entertainment.“As l
RonanI let out another roar—deeper this time. Not a howl. A command.It ripped through the trees, rolled over the hills, and echoed back to me like thunder bouncing off the spine of a god.And then I waited.Five heartbeats later, the first came crashing through the brush.Brad.Followed by Crawl.
RonanThe howl cracked through the silence like a gunshot—sharp, rising, urgent.Crawl.I didn’t hesitate.My legs were already moving before the echo faded, crashing through the underbrush, heart punching against my ribs. Every instinct screamed one thing—found it.Please let it be that.As I spri







