LOGINARDEN POV"I don't care about the money!" Mira hissed, keeping her voice low. "You disappeared for weeks with fifty dollars! I thought Darius's security team picked you up!""Darius doesn't know where I am because I'm off the grid," I explained quietly. "I found work at an illegal night clinic in Black Hollow—run by a disgraced doc named Lyle. I treat underground fighters and rogue shifters in exchange for cash and a small back room to sleep in."Mira stared at me in horror, then shook her head in reluctant awe. "Arden, you have a genius medical mind""And that mind is useless if I'm back in a cell," I interrupted gently. "The clinic keeps me hidden, gives me income, and puts me right in the middle of Blackthorne's black market. I've already heard whispers about Marcellis Biotech buying up unregistered silver compounds. Now that I have my own footing, we start pulling Darius's court logs."Mira leaned back against the vinyl booth, staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and concern
Arden Pov I tapped Mira’s text with my thumb, standing on the wet gravel outside the Marcellis gates.Arden: I'm outside the main gates. Pick me up.Five minutes later, headlights cut through the heavy rain. Mira's sedan pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, my wet clothes soaking the leather."Are you alright?" Mira asked, looking at my scraped knees and soaked hair as she drove away."Darius threw me out," I said, holding the prepaid phone tightly. "What did you find in the logs?""The paper trail for the adoption is buried under four dummy corporations," Mira said, keeping her eyes on the road. "I pulled two manifest entries pointing to a private transfer facility near the northern border, but I need time to cross-reference the driver names. You're staying at my place while I work."For three days, I stayed in Mira's apartment. She gave me clean clothes, warm meals, and a place to sleep. We sat at her table, comparing Marcellis Biotech's corpor
Ronan pov "No, darling," I said, offering her a fleeting, reassuring look so she wouldn't worry. "I have work in my office."I walked out of the council chamber and down the long, carpeted hallway toward the private elevator. Every step felt like walking through deep mud. The heat in my chest was growing, pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeat.By six in the evening, I was sitting behind the wide mahogany desk in my office on the top floor of Aurelian Tower. The sun was setting over Blackthorne City, painting the glass windows in deep shades of orange and purple.I opened the top drawer of my desk.Inside lay the faded, threadbare coat I had kept locked away for seven long years—the only piece of evidence left from the night Celeste had saved my life in Black Hollow. I reached out and touched the coarse fabric with my thumb. Instantly, the faint, lingering scent of wild berries hit my senses.Aurel stirred in my mind again, letting out a quiet, pained whine.Where is she? the wolf wh
Ronan POV My throat burned like I had swallowed hot coals. I sat at the head of the heavy mahogany table in the upper council room, my right hand resting flat against the dark wood. Across the room, two elders were arguing over land rights in the eastern territory, their voices rising with every passing minute. "The eastern border requires extra guards, Your Majesty," Elder Vane said, leaning over his papers. "The rogue packs are pressing closer." "The border is fine," I said. My voice sounded rough, even to my own ears. A sudden, sharp pain flared beneath my ribs. It felt like a thin silver blade digging directly into my side, twisting slowly. I tightened my jaw, pressing my palm harder against the edge of the table to keep my shoulders straight. My wolf, Aurel, growled deep inside my chest. He was agitated, pacing back and forth in my mind, but his strength felt strangely muffled—like trying to roar underwater. Heal it, I commanded my wolf. Nothing happened. The pain did not
Arden pov Mira let out a breath, her posture softening with relief before hardening back into focus. "How did no one know about the birth?" "I’m sure Darius and Octavia kept it out of every record," I said, holding out the crumpled grey paper. "The state registry shows a closed corporate transfer signed by Marcellis Biotech. The date is wrong. The stamp is fake. Darius lied to me in the medical wing. He told me they were safe, but he erased them from the books." Mira took the paper, her eyes scanning the text quickly as shock turned into sharp rage. "They hid a double birth from the public registry? That's illegal even for a noble family. If Darius erased them, it means he wanted no trace connecting those babies to you." "I am going back to that house," I said, my teeth grinding together. "I went to the gate as a beggar, and his guards turned me away. I won't ask permission this time." "Do you have a phone?" Mira asked, looking at my hands. "I have an old one," I said, reaching
Arden pov My heart hammered against my ribs as I grabbed the paper. My thumb smeared the fresh ink as I read the bold text printed across the middle:DISPOSITION: CLOSEDSUBJECT A (MALE INFANT) — TRANSFERRED / ADOPTED INTERNATIONALLYSUBJECT B (FEMALE INFANT) — TRANSFERRED / ADOPTED INTERNATIONALLYSTATUS: UNREACHABLE / RECORDS PERMANENTLY SEALED BY MARCELLIS BIOTECH LEGAL COUNSELI stared at the words, my vision blurring. "Adopted internationally? Unreachable?""It means they are out of the country," the clerk said, picking up her pen. "They were placed with private international guardians years ago. There are no contact addresses, no registry numbers, and no visitation pathways. The file is closed."I shook my head, my eyes scanning down to the bottom of the form.Something was wrong.The date of the transfer was listed as November 12th—two days before I actually gave birth. The official seal at the bottom of the form wasn't the emblem of the State Family Court; it was a generic co







