LOGINTHIRD-PARTY POVKatarina sat on the edge of the bed in Marcus’s wife’s private suite, a steaming cup of calming tea clutched in her trembling hands. But the herbal aroma did nothing to soothe the storm inside her.Every few seconds, she glanced at her phone, redialing Alexander’s number again and again, but it kept going straight to voicemail, and she had no idea how many messages she left him.The frustration built until she wanted to scream and throw the device across the room. Marcus’s widow sat on one side of her, gently rubbing her back while Nina hovered on the other, her face etched with worry.“You need to breathe, Luna,” Nina murmured. “For the baby’s sake. All this stress—”“I know,” Katarina whispered, her voice breaking. “I know I’m pregnant, and I don’t want my child to suffer, but my heart is bleeding. I want to go home. My home. Not the stronghold.”She looked up at Nina desperately. “Please… try mind-linking Alexander again.”Nina’s expression was pained. “I’ve tried,
GREYSONRage burned through me like wildfire as I stormed back down the corridor toward Cyra’s suite. The hallway had mostly cleared, but a few lingering eyes followed me. I didn’t care. My shirt was still half unbuttoned, feet still bare, but none of that mattered. All I could see was Katarina’s devastated face and hear her words about the mind-link. Cyra had done this. She had lured her there on purpose.I shoved the door open without knocking, sending it banging against the wall.Cyra stood near the center of the living area, now wrapped in a robe, watching the door as if she had been expecting me. The moment our eyes met, her expression told me everything I needed to know. There was no shock, no guilt or remorse. Just a dark, satisfied gleam in her gaze, the cold certainty of someone who had orchestrated exactly what she wanted and felt no regret for the destruction left behind.I had never seen her like this. Her face was twisted in a way that made her almost unrecognizable. “W
GREYSONI had just finished putting on my pants and half-buttoned shirt when I heard a sharp knock at the suite door. My hands were still shaking as I fastened the last button. Cyra hadn’t said a word since the door slammed shut behind Katarina and the security team. She just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, sheets pulled tightly around herself. The silence between us was deafening. I crossed the room and opened the door just enough to see the hotel manager standing there, his face pale with concern. Behind him, a few staff members hovered anxiously. “Mr. Thornfield,” the manager began, voice low but urgent. “We heard… there was a disturbance. Is everyone alright? Do you need medical assistance or—” “Everything is fine,” I cut him off, my tone clipped as I stepped forward, forcing him back into the hallway. “It was a private matter. Please leave us be.” He opened his mouth to protest, but I was already shaking my head. “I said everything is fine. Thank you for yo
KATARINAThe television's soft glow illuminated our suite, casting flickering lights across the walls. Nina and I had finished dinner nearly two hours ago, a lovely meal of roasted meats and fresh salads that Greyson had ordered before he left. We’d settled in to watch a light-hearted show about a pack of misfit wolves trying to run a brothel in a human town. It was silly and comforting, exactly what I needed after the long day at the summit. But Greyson still hadn't returned. I glanced at the clock again, my thumb absently tracing the edge of the blanket draped over my lap. I hoped the meeting with the Eastern Ridge Alpha had gone well. More than that, I hoped he was with Cyra right now. She had looked so broken earlier. Whatever darkness she was fighting, I prayed Greyson’s presence would help pull her through it. He had such a steadying effect on people... on me, especially. Surely he could reach her too. Beside me, Nina yawned widely, covering her mouth with the back of her h
GREYSONI stood outside Cyra’s suite for a long moment, hand hovering near the door. The corridor was quiet now, most delegates having retired to their own rooms or private dinners. Before knocking, I pulled out my phone again and made a quick call down to room service. I ordered Cyra's favorites—grilled salmon and roasted root vegetables, and that rich cheesecake she loved. It wouldn't heal the rift between us, but it would demonstrate that I still saw her and cared, that I remembered and loved her, even as the weight of my decisions threatened to crush us both. I knocked softly, but there was no response at first. So I had to knock again to hear movement inside. But she still did not come to the door. I twisted the handle, and the door wasn't locked. So I let myself in and quietly shut the door behind me. The suite was dim with the lights turned low. There was no sign of her in the living area, so I headed to the bedroom and found Cyra curled up on the large bed, knees drawn to
GREYSONKatarina's hand rested in mine as we walked back to the summit. She was glad I had spoken with Cyra, and her steps were light despite the long day we had already had.She spoke softly about one of our earlier discussions, something about trade routes through the northern territories, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the scene in Cyra's suite on repeat. I couldn't get rid of the image of her eyes, which were dark with intent when I walked in. And once again, I realized the danger I had put Katarina in. As we approached the grand hall, I gently squeezed her hand and slowed down. “Go ahead inside. I’ll be right behind you. I need a moment to handle something.” Concern flickered across her beautiful face, but she didn’t press. She never did when I asked for space. “Alright. Don’t be long.” She rose onto her toes and brushed a quick kiss against my cheek before slipping through the doors. The moment she disappeared inside, I pulled out my phone and stepped off to the side,







