LOGINThe Rift opened without sound, a clean tear in the fabric of space, edged in faint violet, the kind of wound that healed the moment Saturn stepped through it. He did not announce himself. He never needed to.
Doctor Malice’s facility existed in the space between worlds, which was part of what made the man difficult. He was not beholden to any realm’s rules of atmosphere or
SageI wanted to ignore him out of pure spite, but he wasn't wrong. I was hungry, and whatever fight was coming would require more than righteous fury to sustain me through it. I was acutely conscious of every movement I made as I ate, aware that I had become, against my will, a person other people watched closely, cataloguing every small detail for reasons I didn't fully understand yet."You don't need to be so tense," Dominic said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Try to enjoy yourself, Sage."I wiped my mouth with a napkin and reached for my water with more force than necessary. "I hate this attention, Dominic." The words came out sharp, unmistakable in their irritation.
SageAs someone who had never understood how power worked from the inside, I found the weight of it suffocating, a pressure that sat across my shoulders and along the back of my neck like something physical, something I could have reached up and pulled off if it had been made of anything as simple as fabric.I hated Dominic already. What he'd done in that meeting, trapping me here with a title I'd never agreed to, never been consulted on, never even been warned about, pushed that hatred somewhere I doubted I'd be climbing back out of anytime soon.I followed his scent through the winding corridors until I found him surrounded by a crowd of werewolves, every one of them hanging on his words with the particular rapt attention of people who understood, instinctively, exactly where they ranked beneath him. I could read their hierarchy without needing introductions, the way some nodded eagerly at his every syllable while others held themselves at a careful, respectful distance, waiting for
SageI stepped in beside Dominic, still trying to identify the strange new weight settling into my body, when Lady Baron appeared in the corridor ahead of us, clearly waiting, clearly intent on something I doubted either of us would enjoy."Still," she said, voice tight with barely restrained fury, "you would deny me justice?"Her body had coiled into something tense and ready, and I could see, even from several feet away, the visible effort it took her to keep herself from lunging."What exactly has made you so fearless of me?" Dominic mused, regarding her with an expression of profound, almost insulting boredom, as though her threat b
SageI was fuming through the entire meeting, and the worst part was that I had no acceptable way to show it.Standing up and walking out would have meant something to every person in this room, a crack in whatever image Dominic had just built for me, a weakness handed to men who already looked at me like I was something to be tolerated rather than respected. So I sat. I kept my spine straight and my expression carefully arranged into something that resembled composure, and underneath all of it, I burned.He had announced it. Out loud. In front of seven of the most powerful men in Black Crest, without a single word of warning to me beforehand. Luna. As though it were a small thing, a footnote, a detail that didn't require my consent before being broadcast to an entire room of strangers who would now carry it through every corner of this city before sundown.If he expected me to simply accept that, he understood me even less than I'd given him credit for.The longer the meeting continu
Kieran"Why is an Omega here?"The First Clan Chief's voice cut through the room before any of them had even taken their seats, his gaze fixed on Sage with open disdain.I did not appreciate that. Not remotely."This Omega is not your concern, First Clan Chief," I said, my voice flat and final."This meeting is for members only," he pressed, undeterred. "And she is not a member.""She is with me, First Clan Chief." I let the casualness of my tone do the work that anger would have undermined. "You are, of course, free to leave if her presence troubles you so deeply."I had built my entire reign on a single operating principle: I would be the one needed, never the one needing. Black Crest required me far more than I required any single family's continued patronage, and every man in this room understood that math even when their pride made them reluctant to acknowledge it aloud."We mean no disrespect, Prince Dominic." The Third Clan Chief's voice was measured, the calmest of the seven b
DominicI could feel their resentment before I even crossed the threshold.It moved through the room the way heat moves through a building before you see the fire, a pressure against the skin, a tightening behind the eyes. I could see the entitlement on their faces, the particular arrogance of people who believed that simply outlasting a man's absence entitled them to a piece of whatever he'd built without him. I could see relief too, threaded through the resentment in a way that didn't quite cancel it out. Relief that I had returned. Resentment that I'd ever needed to leave.I cared for none of it.My return to Black Crest had stirred up exactly the mixture of reactions I'd expected, gratitude wrapped around grievance, deference wrapped around quiet fury. Here, my word was law, had been law for longer than most of the people in this room had been alive, and the only reason any of them dared show me their resentment openly was that they had spent years convincing themselves I had grow
SageThe part I hated most about this sex magic wasn’t the loss of control or even the manipulation of my body and desires. It was the intense, crushing wave of guilt and sham
Asher“And what if I killed you all right here, right now?” I asked Magnus, letting the threat hang in the air between us.I expected fear. I expected at least a flicker of self-pres
Mason looked at me with genuine confusion written all over his face, his brow furrowing in a way that created deep lines across his forehead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never laid eyes on Sage before or after she left,” he repli
Sage.“I don’t quite understand you, Sage,” the woman said in an exasperated manner as she watched me with an intense interest in her gaz







