CHAPTER FIVE
ZOEY
I sat on the cold floor of my cell and I stared blankly at the door that Alpha Graham had just slammed close. My face still hurt from the guard’s slap, but the confusion I felt was wrose. He didn’t trust me and he never would, and matter what I said or did, they had already decided what I was a vampire, a liar, and a threat.
I clenched my fists in frustration.
This wasn’t fair.
I had no idea why I couldn’t shift. I had no idea why my wolf, Frankie, was keeping secrets and now, I was in the middle of a fight between the wolves and vampires, and I had no idea of why I was even a part of it.
I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. “Frankie,” I called out in my mind but there was no response.
I gritted my teeth. “Don’t ignore me. You owe me answers.”
Still, there was nothing.
I felt anger and frustration rush through me. “You told me I’d understand in time, but I don’t have time! If you don’t tell me the truth, I could die here!”
For a moment, I thought she was going to remain silent again but then, she said, “I know.”
Her voice was soft, and almost sad.
“Then help me,” I pleaded. “Tell me what’s wrong with me.”
Frankie hesitated. “You’re not ready.”
I scoffed. “Not ready? I was almost killed today! What else do I need to be ready for?”
“If I tell you now, it will only make things worse.”
I dug my nails into my palms in anger. “I don’t care! You’re supposed to be my wolf! You’re supposed to protect me!”
“And I am.” Frankie sighed. “Just trust me, Zoey.”
Trust? She had disappeared when I needed her the most. She refused to explain what was happening to me, and now, she was asking me to trust her?
I was about to argue when I heard a sound on the door and I froze. It sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door.
I turned toward the door, and my heart raced. I scrambled to my feet, and pressed myself against the wall as the door was pushed open. My breath got caught in my throat as a figure slipped inside, moving quickly and quietly.
It wasn’t a pack guard, and it wasn’t Alpha Graham. It was a stranger.
I could barely see the person that had walked in, but I could make out the shape of a talk man that was wearing a dark cloak that made him blend into the shadow and hard to see.
“Who are you—” I began, but he raised a finger to his lips, like he was silently telling me to be quiet.
I swallowed hard and kept my mouth shut but I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. He slowly took a step toward me and stoped right in front of me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured in a low and smooth voice.
I tensed. “What do you mean? I don’t understand what you’re talking about and who are you?”
He stared at me for a while and then he smirked. “You’re much more braver than I expected.”
“Who are you?” I demanded seriously. “Why are you here? Who sent you?”
He looked back at the door before he turned back to me. “To deliver a message.”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Nobody knew where I was and if Alpha Graham wanted me to know something, he’d send his guards or come by himself “From who?”
He hesitated then he finally said. “From the Vampire Lord.”
I instantly froze on my spot. “The what?” I whispered. I heard him clearly but I was just giving myself time to process it.
“The Vampire Lord,” he repeated. “He’s looking for you.”
I shook my head. “That’s impossible. I don’t even know him.”
The man tilted his head. “Maybe you don’t but he knows you.”
I felt chills run down my spine and my body shook in fear. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, i heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The strange man cursed under his breath and took a step back. “They’re coming,” he muttered.
I panicked immediately and I tried to make him stay. “Wait! You can’t just say something like that and leave!”
But he was already leaving. “Listen carefully,” he said quickly. “You’re not who you think you are, and when the time comes, you’ll have to choose a side.”
I stared at him, and I still couldn’t understand what he was saying. “What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer. I looked at the door at when I turned back to him, he was gone. It felt like it was just part of my imagination but I could still feel his presence. What the hell was happening?
I barely had time to process what had happened before the door was pushed open again.
A pack guard stood there, and his eyes were filled with fury. “Come with me!”
I drew in a deep breath. I didn’t know where they were taking me to and I couldn’t ask because I knew that he wouldn’t give me an answer so I just prayed for the best.
But I was starting to realize that something was wrong with me and whatever secrets Frankie was keeping from me was bigger than I ever imagined.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXZOEYHannah was fussing over the herbs by the window, humming a low tune, while Ronald sat across the room sharpening a dagger. The contrast was hilarious. One of them was the picture of calm, and the other was a murder weapon with legs.I stood at the doorway, fingers twisting together nervously.“You okay?” Hannah asked without even turning around. She always knew.“Can I talk to you guys?” My voice came out weird—tight, wobbly. Ronald looked up immediately.Hannah turned, her expression softening the second she saw my face. “Of course. Come in.”I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, suddenly wondering if I should’ve waited or maybe told them one at a time. Or maybe just never said anything and quietly raised a child in secret in the forest like a fairy tale witch.But it was too late to back out now.Ronald tilted his head. “You look like someone who’s about to confess to a crime.”“Maybe I am,” I muttered.Hannah gestured toward the seat besid
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHTZOEY“Graham,” I said as I sat on the windowsill, arms folded across my belly, “what would you name the baby if it’s a girl?”He looked up from where he was buttoning his shirt, one brow lifting in mild surprise. “You’re already thinking of names?”I shrugged, smiling slightly. “It’s not a crime.”He chuckled and walked toward me, stopping right in front of me and resting his hands on my knees. “Okay, fine. A girl… hmm. What about something strong? Like Aria. Or Raven.”I wrinkled my nose. “Raven sounds like she’ll be a villain.”Graham grinned. “Villains are cool.”“Not when they’re my child.”“Alright then,” he said, thinking. “What about Maya?”“That’s cute,” I said. “What about if it’s a boy?”“Graham Jr.,” he said immediately, deadpan.I burst into laughter and shoved his shoulder playfully. “Be serious!”“I am!” He grinned. “Okay, okay… maybe something simple. Elias? Noah?”I tilted my head. “I like Elias.”A soft silence settled between us f
CHAPTER TWO HUNDREDZOEYThe ride back was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, just the kind that came after a long, full day. Graham’s arms stayed firm around me as I leaned into him, the steady rhythm of the horse’s hooves matching the steady beat of his heart. It was funny how things had changed. Months ago, I would’ve flinched at his touch. Now, I needed it to breathe.When we got back to the pack house, the sky was already beginning to blush with sunset. The guards at the gate bowed slightly. Everything felt calmer, not just outside, but within.We didn’t talk much as we climbed the stairs and entered our room. Graham kicked off his boots, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed his face with both hands. He looked tired, deep-tired, but his eyes were still sharp when he glanced at me.“You should eat,” he said.I smiled faintly. “You sound like Hannah.”“I’m serious.”I nodded. “I’ll eat. Just… let me sit with you first.”He opened his arms, and I walked into them without hesitatio
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINEGRAHAMThe morning after Zoey told me, I barely slept. I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, her soft breathing beside me grounding me and shaking me all at once. She was pregnant with my child. That truth echoed in my head over and over again.By the time the first hint of light filtered through the windows, I’d already planned six different strategies to strengthen security around the pack. Two patrol shifts. A backup unit stationed near the infirmary and no missions for Zoey. None, not anymore.She stirred beside me and turned to face me, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “You didn’t sleep at all,” she murmured, frowning.“I’m fine,” I said, brushing her hair back gently. “You, though. You need to rest more.”She yawned, stretching. “I’m pregnant, not dying.”“Still.”“Still nothing,” she countered, smiling as she pulled herself up to sit. “Please don’t start treating me like glass.”I looked at her, really looked, and I couldn’t help
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHTZOEYLily sat cross-legged on my bed, her head resting against the headboard, one arm tucked beneath a pillow as she looked at me with a calm, curious smile. I sat by the window, legs pulled to my chest, the early evening sun casting soft golden lines across the room.“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, breaking the silence.I looked at her. “So are you.”She chuckled. “Touché.”The silence returned, but this time, it wasn’t heavy. Just… there. Present and comforting in a way.Eventually, she tilted her head and asked, “How are you, Zoey? Really?”I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I’m… okay.”She raised a brow. “Try again.”I sighed, resting my chin on my knees. “I don’t know. Everything’s moving so fast. One minute I’m trying to survive rogue attacks, the next I’m finding out I’m going to be a mom.” I gave a small, nervous laugh. “A mom, Lily. Me.”Her eyes softened, and she shifted closer on the bed. “That’s not a bad thing.”“I know,”
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHTGRAHAMThe fire crackled gently in the hearth, but I barely heard it. My eyes were on Zoey, curled beside me on the couch with her legs tucked under her and a blanket draped over her shoulders. She’d fallen asleep just a few minutes ago, her head resting against my arm like she’d finally exhaled after holding her breath for too long.Pregnant.The word still echoed through my skull like a bell struck too hard.Zoey was pregnant.My mate… was carrying my child.I’d kissed her, held her, told her I was grateful, happy but that was only half the truth. The rest of it was sitting in the pit of my stomach, heavy and cold like a stone. I was terrified and that fear was eating me alive.I sat there long after she drifted off, staring at the fire, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. I rested a hand on her stomach. It was still flat, still unchanged, but everything was different now.A child.A tiny life growing inside her, dependent on both of