INICIAR SESIÓN“The truth rarely is.”My phone vibrates on the bed, and I freeze. It hasn’t rung once since I left Phoenix. Not a call, not a text. Nothing. Which is exactly what I’d asked of them. They’d each respected my wishes… until now.Slowly, as if it might explode, I reach for the phone. The screen lights
** Poppy’s POV **I run, and I don’t stop running until the path to my building blurs under my feet. My lungs burn and my heart feels like it’s trying to punch its way out of my chest. By the time I reach the narrow door tucked between a nail salon and a takeaway that never seems to close, my hands
“Stop,” one of them says calmly.I step half a pace in front of Alaric without making it obvious. “Who are you?”“Phoenix Pack,” the other replies.Of course they are. The pack every Alpha is suddenly talking about. The pack tied to the goddess rumours, and whose territory hunters seem to avoid as i
** Bastian’s POV **By the time Alaric and I step into town, I already know this isn’t going to be simple. Not because of the rumours. There are always rumours, half of them nonsense, the other half warnings people ignore until it’s too late.I know because Jude and Shay don’t exaggerate, ever. When
** Alaric’s POV **The problem with being an Alpha in 2026 is that you can no longer pretend politics don’t exist. You can’t just patrol your borders, snap a few necks, and call it leadership. Now it’s all diplomacy and meetings, and not even the exciting ones where there’s the potential of a fight
** Poppy’s POV **I’ve learned two things in the last eight months.The first is that oat milk people are the most judgmental people in this town. The second is that if you talk back to the voices in your head out loud, strangers will absolutely assume you’re unhinged. Which is honestly pretty fair.







