LOGINAliceI move first.No warning, no hesitation, I close the distance before he settles, my boots cutting through the dirt as I drive straight at him, knife angled low, aiming for his side where his guard dips just enough to matter.Micah reacts fast, his hand snapping out to catch my wrist mid-swing, his grip locking tight as he twists my arm outward, forcing the blade off course.I step into him instead of pulling away, my shoulder slamming into his chest with enough force to shift him back a fraction, his balance adjusting under me.His other hand comes up instantly and drives into my side.The hit lands clean.Pain spreads sharp and deep, my breath catching, but I refuse to fold. I hook my leg behind his and shove forward, trying to drag him off balance and break his stance.He stabilizes, boots grinding into the dirt, his grip tightening as he absorbs it without losing control.“Stay down,” he mutters, his voice low and steady.I force air back into my lungs, my grip tightening aro
AliceThe low, familiar growl of a bike engine cutting through the silence.My jaw tightens.Of course.The sound gets louder, closer, until the bike pushes through the trees and rolls straight into the clearing like it owns the place. Dirt kicks up under the tires as it slows, then stops right in front of the path they made.He cuts the engine, and for a second, everything goes quiet except for the faint ticking of metal cooling down.Then he swings his leg off the bike like this is nothing, like I’m not standing here surrounded, bleeding, and ready to take someone’s throat out if they get too close.Micah.I let out a slow breath through my nose, my grip tightening just a little more.“Wow,” I mutter under my breath, tilting my head slightly as I look him over. “You really went all out for this one.”He doesn’t answer immediately. He pulls off his gloves first, slow and deliberate, like he has all the time in the world. His eyes lift to mine after, steady and unreadable, and there’s
AliceI don’t wait for them to close in again.The moment I catch the shift in their stance, the way their weight leans forward like they’re about to move together, I push off the ground and go straight for the weakest point I marked earlier.If I stand here another second, they’ll tighten the circle again, and I won’t get another chance like this.So I move first.My boots dig into the loose dirt as I launch forward, my shoulder slamming into the closest rogue before he fully registers what I’m doing. He stumbles back with a grunt, and I don’t slow down. My knife flashes in my grip as I drag it across his side, not deep enough to kill but enough to make him fold and get out of my way.“Shit, she’s moving!”Yeah, no kidding.I twist sharply to the left, ducking under an arm that swings for my head, and drive my elbow straight into another wolf’s ribs. I feel the impact travel up my arm, solid and satisfying, and he folds just enough for me to shove past him.The gap opens.Small.But
AliceI drag in a slow breath and hold it for a second, my fingers tightening around the handle of my knife while my eyes move steadily from one face to another.They’ve boxed me in.This is a controlled circle, tight and layered with wolves who know exactly what they’re doing. Rogues stand closer, shifting on their feet with restless energy, while the ones from Jackal’s pack hold the outer line, calmer, watching, waiting.My bike lies a few feet behind me, tilted awkwardly on its side, the front wheel twisted just enough to make escape harder than it should be.Damn it.I roll my shoulders once, ignoring the sharp pull in my side from earlier. My breathing stays steady even though my pulse keeps trying to pick up. Panic won’t help me here. I’ve been in worse situations.Not many.But enough.“Well, well,” one of them mutters, stepping forward just a little, his grin wide and ugly. “Look who decided to ride straight into hell.”I don’t answer him. My gaze shifts to the left, measuring
Ryder“What the hell is going on?” I demand as I close the distance between us, my steps heavy, my voice carrying enough weight to make a few nearby wolves pause what they’re doing. Gabe barely steadies himself as he slides off the bike, his movements rough like his body is still running on whatever adrenaline dragged him back here. The little girl clinging to him doesn’t let go, her fingers curled tightly into his clothes like she’s afraid everything will disappear if she loosens her grip for even a second.“Alpha…” Gabe exhales, dragging air into his lungs like it burns on the way in. His eyes meet mine, and I don’t like what I see there. “My sister is in danger. I told her this would be dangerous, but she didn’t listen.”My jaw tightens slowly, my gaze dropping to the child as she shifts against him. She presses closer to his leg now that he’s standing still, her face turning slightly in my direction. The moment the light catches her properly, something clicks at the back of my mi
RyderI step into the hallway expecting to hear her voice.Nothing.The quiet stretches longer than it should, settling into the space like something is off, like the house itself is holding its breath. I pause mid-step, my hand still resting against the wall, listening harder this time.No footsteps. No movement. No faint sound of her arguing with someone or dragging one of the maids into a conversation they didn’t ask for.My brows pull together.“Alice?” I call out, my voice carrying down the corridor.No response.I push forward, my strides lengthening as I move toward the sitting area. The place is empty, the cushions untouched, a book lying on the table exactly where it was earlier this morning.She wouldn’t leave it like that.I glance toward the windows. The sun is already dipping lower, casting a dull orange glow across the floor.She’s been gone longer than I thought.A tight feeling settles in my chest, subtle at first, but enough to make me stop again.I turn sharply and h
RyderThe room feels tighter than usual, like the walls have shifted closer overnight. Ammo is missing, not a little either, and the kind that does not just walk off on its own. The kind that gets taken because someone knew where it was stored and when the guards rotated. I stand at the head of th
ReignSomething twists tight in my chest as I watch Alice fall apart on the chair, shoulders shaking, hands clenched like she is holding herself together by force. She has always been protective of Gabe. Hell, she risked going straight into Jackal’s underground just to drag him out, put herself in
AliceI cannot breathe, my thoughts running wild in my head, crashing into each other until nothing makes sense anymore. Reign is ruthless, everyone knows that, and even as my mate, even with everything between us, if he truly believes Gabe is guilty, he will not hesitate. He will make the call, c
RyderThe engines roar to life before dawn, the sound ripping through the compound like a warning that something ugly is already in motion. The ambush from earlier still hangs over the pack, heavy and sour, anger mixing with fear until nobody knows which one is driving them anymore. I do a quick h







