Se connecter(Charlie)Four walls. Cream wallpaper with a subtle damask pattern. Heavy velvet curtains drawn against the afternoon sun.This room used to be my sanctuary. Now, it feels like a cage.I shift against the mountain of pillows, wincing as a dull ache radiates through my lower back.It’s been three days since the contractions started. Three days since Elara pumped my veins full of jagged-root and ordered me not to move.I pick up the tablet I hid under my duvet and my fingers fly across the screen, pulling up the pack’s internal server.I need to see the border logs. I need to know if there’s been any word on my father. I need to know if the Ironclaw are still sitting on our southern line, waiting for us to blink.Access Denied.I frown, tapping the screen again.User Authorization Revoked.My heart gives a hard, angry thud. I try the email server. Locked. I try the security feed. Locked."What the hell?" I whisper, staring at the grayed-out screen.I am the Acting Alpha. I have the high
(Kaleb)The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes two a.m. The sound vibrates through the floorboards of the Alpha study, deep and mournful.I’m sitting at my desk, a single lamp casting a pool of yellow light onto the leather surface. The house is silent. Madilyn is upstairs, comatose and pregnant, the "fragile Luna" resting after her ordeal.For the first time in more than six months, the static in my head is gone.There is no hum. No vague, sweet scent of roses clouding my judgment. No compulsion to go upstairs and hold her hand. There is only silence.I’m not resting. I’m hunting.In front of me sits a small, velvet-bound journal and a leather pouch. I lifted them from her vanity while the nurses were changing shifts.I open the pouch first and tip the contents into my palm.Purple and gray leaves that crumble to dust. I bring them to my nose. The scent is faint, musky and sweet.Dreamshade.I recognize it from the restricted texts in the Alpha library. It’s a mild hallucinogen
(Charlie)The jeep tires crunch on the gravel of the Silverwood driveway, a sound that usually signals safety. Today, it feels like the closing of a cell door.Rohan is out before the engine cuts, circling the vehicle to pull me into his arms. He holds me like I’m made of glass, his grip tight and desperate."I’ve got you," he murmurs into my hair, carrying me up the stairs. "You’re safe now. I promise."I rest my head against his chest, but I don’t feel safe.I feel covered in grime and the dried blood of the man I’m still in love with.My knees are still shaking from the adrenaline crash, and my mind is a broken record replaying Kaleb’s face on that road.I just wanted to make sure you were safe."Get Elara!" Rohan bellows as we burst through the front door, his voice shaking the chandelier. "Now!"He carries me straight toward the stairs, bypassing the main hall."I’m taking you to your room. We’ll lock it down. No one gets in or out.""No," I croak, my throat raw. "Take me to Elar
(Kaleb)The needle pierces my skin, pulling the edges of the rogue’s slash together.I don't flinch. The pain is grounding. It’s a sharp, hot reminder that I am alive, even if I don't particularly want to be.It distracts me from the image burned into my retinas. Charlie, kneeling in the dirt, covered in blood that belongs to me."You should take the painkiller, Alpha," the pack doctor, Aris, murmurs. His hands move deftly over my ribs. "This wound is deep. It cut right through the... ink.""No painkillers," I grunt, staring at the ceiling tiles of the trauma room. "I need a clear head."I need to remember.I close my eyes and I’m back on that forest road. The smell of burning rubber. The coppery tang of blood. The way Charlie looked at me, confusion warring with relief.Why did you save me?Her question haunts me. She thinks I hate her. She doesn't know that leaving her on that road to follow the extraction team back here felt like tearing my own heart out."Alpha?"I open my eyes.
(Charlie)The words hang in the smoke-filled air, heavy and suffocating.For a second, I can’t process them. My heart is still racing from the attack, my blood singing with the adrenaline of survival.But Kaleb is crumbling before my eyes.The invincible Alpha who just tore through a dozen rogues like they were paper dolls is gone. In his place is a man haunted by a ghost I can’t see.He sways, his knees buckling."Kaleb!"I lunge forward, catching him just before he hits the asphalt.His weight is immense, a dead, heavy burden, but I refuse to let him fall. We collapse together onto the road, the asphalt biting into my knees.My hands are instantly coated in warm, sticky blood."You're hurt," I gasp, my hands hovering over the gash on his ribs. It’s horrifyingly deep."I have to go," he wheezes, trying to push himself up. His skin is gray, clammy with shock. "She’s critical. I have to...""You aren't going anywhere," I snap, pressing my hand against the wound to staunch the flow of b
(Charlie)Alpha Ryker is exactly as Rohan described. A savage in an expensive suit.He sits across the metal table in the negotiation tent, picking his teeth with a splinter of wood.His eyes, yellow and predatory, track my every movement. He doesn't look at my face. He looks at my neck, then my stomach."So," he grunts, spitting the splinter onto the floor. "The Silverwood Pack sends a breeding sow to do an Alpha's job."My guard, a stoic wolf named Torin, growls low in his throat. I raise a hand to silence him."And the Ironclaw Pack sends a leader who is apparently threatened by a pregnant woman," I reply, my voice cool and steady.I lean forward, placing my hands on the table. "Let's cut the posturing, Ryker. You're testing our borders because you think we're weak. We aren't."I slide a document across the table."This is a renewed trade agreement. Favorable terms for your southern supply lines. In exchange, you pull your raiding party back five miles. Today."Ryker looks at the p







