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CHAPTER SEVEN: Vera POV
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2026-10-31 09:51:16
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The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER TEN: Vera POV
The afternoon light through the hospital window had turned thin and colorless by the time they came for the blood.Vera stood at the foot of June’s bed with her arms crossed tight over her chest and watched the nurse check the IV line one more time. June was awake now, propped against the raised mattress, a small carton of apple juice in her hands that she had barely touched. The fever still sat high on her cheeks. Her dark curls stuck to her forehead in damp strands. She looked smaller than she had the day before, as if the illness had begun quietly stealing inches from her.“Mama,” June said, voice scratchy. “Is the ice-cream man coming?”Vera felt the old instinct rise—the one that said lie, protect, keep the dangerous things outside the door. She forced it down and smoothed a curl away from her daughter’s forehead instead.“He’s going to help the doctors for a little while,” she said. “Then he’ll go.”June considered this with the serious expression she wore when she was trying to
The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER NINE : Gavin POV
The tenth-floor waiting room smelled of burnt coffee and disinfectant. Gavin had not slept. He sat in a chair that was too small for his shoulders and watched the sky lighten over the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Every few minutes his phone lit up with messages from Elias, from the clinic in Cedar Hollow, from the pack’s private medical archive. He answered none of them.The bond sat under his sternum like a second heartbeat. It had been quiet for five years. Now it would not shut up. It pulled toward the floor above him in a steady, relentless line, the same way it had pulled the night she walked out of the suite and never came back. He could feel her up there—awake, tense, watching over the small body in the bed the way she had always watched over things that mattered to her. The sensation was intimate in a way that still felt like a wound.He had found the pregnancy test too late. He had found the empty room too late. He had spent five years looking for a woman who no l
The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER EIGHT : Vera POV
The man at the nurses’ station did not look like someone who was used to being told no.Vera stood in the doorway of June’s room with one hand still on the frame and watched him. Gavin had both palms flat on the counter, leaning in just enough that the night nurse had gone pale. His voice was low, controlled, the same tone he used to use when a warrior needed reminding of rank without the whole pack hearing it. The bond between them pulled tight under her skin, a low, constant ache she had spent five years learning to ignore. It refused to stay quiet now.She stepped into the corridor.“Ms. Sinclair,” the nurse said the moment she appeared, relief sharp in her voice. “This gentleman is asking—”“I know what he’s asking.” Vera kept her eyes on Gavin. “And the answer is still no.”Gavin straightened. The fluorescent lights caught the new lines at the corners of his eyes and the short beard that made him look harder than the man she had left. He looked at her the way he used to look at b
The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER SEVEN: Vera POV
The elevator doors closed with a soft hydraulic sigh, sealing the two of them inside a metal box that suddenly felt the size of a coffin.Gavin’s phone was still in his hand. He lowered it slowly, the last word of his conversation dying unfinished against his mouth. His eyes—brown, then darker, then almost black—locked on her face and did not move.Vera’s wolf, the one that had been pacing under her skin for five years, went completely still. Not quiet. Still. As if something older and heavier than instinct had put a hand on its muzzle and ordered it to wait.She kept her face blank. Five years of boardrooms had taught her how. The charcoal suit, the blunt black hair, the gold eyes she still sometimes startled herself with in mirrors—none of it felt like armor right now. It felt like paint that could flake off if he looked hard enough.He took one step forward.The elevator was already moving. Six. Five. Four.“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, rough from whatever conversation he’d been
The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER SIX: Five Years Later
Vera POVThe lobby mirror is the only one in the building I don't look away from.It runs along the wall behind the security desk, floor to ceiling, and every morning at 8:14I pass it on the way to the elevator. A tall woman in a charcoal suit. Black hair cut blunt atthe jaw. Gold eyes. Nobody in the Sinclair Meridian lobby looks twice at her, except tomove out of her way.I used to have brown hair that never stayed where I put it. I used to have green eyes. Iused to take up less space than anyone else in a room, and I was good at it.Five years ago, in a county hospital bathroom in another state, eleven hours after mydaughter was born, my bones moved. I held on to a metal rail with both hands and bitthrough my own lip, and when it stopped I was on the tile and the person who stood upwas somebody else. A nurse found me and went pale. She said she had never seen a firstshift that late. She said it had never come on all at once.The first winter I worked nights on a loading dock
The Barren Luna Reckoning CHAPTER FIVE: Two Lines
Gavin POVGideon Brandt has been talking, on and off, since this afternoon, and he hasn't finishedhis coffee.He sits across my desk with a legal pad on his knee and a pen he doesn't use. Sixty-oneyears old, gray at the temples, a man who has never raised his voice in a meeting and hasnever lost one. I have known him since I was twelve. I have never once seen him hurry."Six people on the household staff," he says. "Minimum. A night nurse. A dietitian, notthe clinic's, one of ours. Ninety grams of protein a day in the second trimester.""Fine.""The pup is going to be the first Alpha heir born in this territory in thirty years. Peopleare going to watch how she's treated." He turns a page I don't think has anything on it."And I'd like it understood how that will look. A woman carrying the heir of this pack,living in a guest room. Under a Luna who has, forgive me, shown very little interest inher.""Lena has shown interest.""Lena is frightened of her." I rub my eyes. It's past
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