LOGINFive years ago, I died. At least, that’s what the Alpha believed. The night I vanished, I left behind the only man I had ever loved, carrying a secret that could destroy an entire pack. I traded my heart for my son’s life and disappeared into the human world, where every day became a fight to survive. Now my little boy is dying. One desperate night, I agree to wear a stranger’s mask and dance for wealthy men to pay for his surgery. Instead, I walk straight into the arms of my past. Ronan Blackwood. My stepbrother. My first love. The ruthless Alpha who buried me five years ago. He recognizes me instantly. This time, he refuses to let me run. Dragged back to the pack, I’m locked inside the villa where we once whispered forever to each other. The same hands that once protected me now cage me, and the man who once swore to love me vows to make me pay for every year he believes I stole from him. He thinks my son belongs to another man. He has no idea the child carries his blood. As old desires ignite beneath years of hatred, dangerous secrets begin to unravel. Every lie brings us closer to a truth powerful enough to start a war, while the chemistry neither of us can escape threatens to consume us long before our enemies do. He calls me his prisoner. The pack calls me the dead Luna. But when the Alpha discovers the truth I’ve bled to protect, he’ll have to choose between vengeance… or the family he never knew was his.
View More•Lisa•The red light above the operating room door remained on.I didn’t know how much time had passed.The clock hanging across the corridor ticked steadily, but I had stopped looking at it. Every minute felt exactly the same. I sat for a while, then stood, then walked a few steps before returning to the same spot outside the operating room. My hands refused to stay still. Sometimes they twisted together. Sometimes they rubbed against each other until my palms turned red.The nurse at the reception desk looked at me more than once.I knew why.Parents waiting outside an operating room all looked the same. They tried to stay calm, but every time the doors moved, they jumped to their feet, hoping someone would call their name.I had become one of them.A little girl was wheeled past me with her father walking beside her. He bent down and kissed her forehead before she disappeared through another set of doors. A few seats away, an elderly woman quietly prayed with a rosary wrappe
•Lisa•By the time the taxi stopped outside the hospital, my fingers had gone numb from holding the envelope. I paid the driver without waiting for my change and hurried through the sliding glass doors, my eyes fixed on the pediatric wing. People brushed past me, nurses pushed stretchers down the corridor, and announcements echoed overhead, but none of it slowed me down. Every second felt borrowed.The elevator took too long.I pressed the button again even though I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. When the doors finally opened, I stepped inside and stared at the changing numbers, willing them to move faster. The scratch on my cheek stung every time I breathed, but it was nothing compared to the ache growing inside my chest.The doors opened again.I walked quickly down the hallway until I reached Milo’s room. My hand stopped on the doorknob for a moment. I closed my eyes, forced a smile onto my face, and pushed the door open.The room brightened before I even stepped inside.
•Lisa• “It’s my son.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. The moment they left my mouth, I wished I could pull them back, but it was already too late. Ronan’s hand remained wrapped around my wrist, yet his grip loosened slightly as if those three words had interrupted whatever anger was burning inside him. For the first time since I entered that room, he looked uncertain. Not angry, not mocking. Just confused. “Your son?” His voice was quieter than before, but somehow that made my heart beat faster. I lowered my gaze, avoiding his eyes. The phone continued ringing in my hand, but neither of us moved. The name of the hospital flashed across the screen, reminding me that every second I wasted could cost Milo precious time. “Let me answer.” Ronan didn’t release me completely. “Who is he?” I looked up. “What?” “The child.” His expression hardened as if he was already preparing himself for an answer he wouldn’t like. “Who is this son you’re s
•Lisa• I forced myself to stand. My knees still hurt from kneeling on the floor, and my cheek burned where the mask had scratched me. Ronan stood a few feet away, watching me with unreadable eyes. Neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavier than any argument. Finally, I swallowed the lump in my throat. “If…” My voice shook. “If I do what you want… will you let me go?” His gaze hardened. “You still want to leave?” “I have to.” A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Fine.” My heart pounded. “If you can satisfy me, you can take the money and walk out of here. Just suck my cock like you did in the past and I’ll let you go” I stared at him. It wasn’t dignity I was fighting for anymore. It was Milo. The image of my little boy lying in a hospital bed flashed through my mind. His tiny fingers wrapped around mine. His weak smile every time he told me he wasn’t scared. I closed my eyes. “Forgive me, baby.” I walked towards him as he opened his






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