LOGINAXIELThe pack grounds were quieter now, the last lights going out in the windows as I crossed back toward my chambers. Overhead the sky was clear and I stopped for a moment and looked up at them.Two months I'd been living in this place, watching it slowly come apart and holding the whole operation together. Two months of careful conversations and long evenings and learning which elders were reachable and which were calcified beyond help. Two months of not knowing if any of it would work.And today Olivia Hunter had walked back through those gates and in the space of an afternoon had looked at a seven-year-old boy on a fence post and shaken his hand like a promise.Yeah. She was going to say yes.I walked back inside, and she was exactly where I'd left her… one hand tucked under her cheek, the covers pulled to her shoulder, breathing slow and even.I gently carried her to my room, placed her on the and laid beside her.I kept to my side, but the moment I settled against the pillow Ol
AXIELShe was asleep.I noticed the exact moment it happened… the way her breathing changed, slowing and deepening, the slight release of tension across her shoulders that had been there all day like something she'd been carrying and hadn't been able to put down. One moment she was watching the film with that expression she had… and then her head drifted, and then she was simply gone.Her head was on my shoulder.I stayed very still.I was aware that I was smiling in a way that probably looked ridiculous, and I was equally aware that there was nobody here to see it, so I let myself have it anyway. She's here.After everything… after months of living in a deteriorating pack and having difficult conversations with a dying Alpha and navigating the very delicate question of how to reach a woman who had every justifiable reason to want nothing to do with anything connected to the situation… she was here. In my space. Asleep on my shoulder, with the film still playing softly in the backgro
OLIVIAHe drove us off the main pack grounds to a smaller cluster of residential buildings on the territory's north edge… newer construction than the main residence, less grand but better maintained. He parked and led me to the second floor of the end unit, and when he opened the door I stopped in the doorway for a moment.Okay. He hadn't been exaggerating.It was warm, first of all… genuinely warm, with soft lighting. He'd rearranged the furniture into something that actually made sense for the space. There were books stacked on the side table and a decent rug under the coffee table and curtains that matched, which given what I'd seen of the rest of the pack's current state of resources seemed almost miraculous."Did you just… bring all of this?" I asked, stepping inside."Some of it. Some I found in the pack's storage." He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it by the door. "There's a lot of decent furniture buried in that storage building on the west side. Nobody's been using any
OLIVIAAxiel was waiting in the hallway outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed."How'd it go?" he asked."He wants me to take over as Alpha."Axiel blinked. "Well. That's... not a small ask.""No. It is not." I started walking and he fell into step beside me easily, matching my pace. "He's also in worse shape than I thought. The famine is real, the pack numbers are down, and half their alliances have dissolved." I glanced at him sideways. "You knew all of this when you came to get me.""I knew some of it.""Axiel.""I knew most of it," he amended. "But I also knew that if I led with *your father's pack is in famine and falling apart and he wants you to take over as Alpha,* you might have said no before you'd seen it for yourself.""You were probably right," I admitted. "I'm still slightly annoyed.""Noted."We walked in silence for a moment, down the corridor toward the main entrance. Through the windows, I could see the pack grounds… the overgrown paths, the building
OLIVIAMy father talked for a long time.He didn't dress it up. Didn't soften the edges or frame things diplomatically the way I imagined he'd once have done. Whatever that man had been, he wasn't here anymore. The man sitting across from me now just… told me the truth. All of it. In the flat, exhausted voice of someone who had long since run out of energy for anything else.It was worse than I'd expected… and I'd expected it to be bad."The famine started eight months ago," he said. "The harvest fields on the eastern border — the ones your grandfather established, the ones that have fed this pack for sixty years — they stopped producing. Not a bad season. Not drought. They just… stopped." He folded his hands on the desk. "The farmers said the soil felt wrong and dead. Like something had gone out of it.""The Goddess," I said."The Goddess," he confirmed. "We supplemented with trade at first. We had reserves. But the reserves ran out faster than we expected, and our trading partners…"
RYANI couldn't sit still.I'd tried. I'd sat on the couch for approximately four minutes before my skin started crawling and I had to get up. Then I'd stood at the window for six minutes, watching Barcelona move below me like nothing in the world had gone wrong today, before that became unbearable too. Now I was doing laps of my own penthouse like a caged animal, phone in my hand, checking it every thirty seconds for something that wasn't coming.Fourteen missed calls out. Zero answered.I set the phone down on the kitchen counter and pressed both hands flat against the marble and made myself breathe. She didn't want to talk to me. I knew that. I understood it… understood it in the way you understand something that still feels like being gutted every time you think about it. She'd seen that video and she'd walked out and she wasn't picking up and the last look on her face…I stopped that thought before it finished.I just needed to know she was safe. That was it. That was the only th
OLIVIAHow?How did he find me?Of all people, of all moments, of all the places he could’ve been in this entire city… why was Logan standing right in front of me?My grip tightened on the handle of my ridiculous oversized pink suitcase as my mind scrambled. My chest felt tight, my throat felt clog
OLIVIAMy heart was beating ridiculously fast. I felt exposed, embarrassed, overwhelmed, and before I could even think of what to say or how to explain anything, Ryan suddenly moved.He bent down and lifted me off the ground. I froze, clutching the leaf tighter to myself as he walked quickly away f
LOGANMy chest hurt.Not the kind of hurt that made you gasp or hold your ribs.No.The slow, deep, splitting kind. The kind that started in your stomach, climbed into your lungs, and settled right behind your heart like a knife wedged permanently in the wrong place.I stared straight ahead as Oliv
OLIVIAI felt good.My body was warm, relaxed, humming in that lazy, floating way that came after being fucked so good. My muscles were loose, my breathing slow, and there was a faint, traitorous satisfaction settling under my skin.But that didn’t mean anything had changed.I didn’t do this becaus







