Mag-log in"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck as I walked closer.Asher held up his treasures like a little king presenting his crown: a perfectly ripe avocado, its creamy green flesh smooth and rich, beside a slice of whole wheat bread with a golden crust. "Can you feed me, Mom?""Of course." I smiled, warm and soft, and took the plate from his small hands. "Has Sawyer had dinner yet? Or is he still waiting?""He's already asleep," Asher announced proudly. "He did everything Mr. Frost told him to do!"I lifted an eyebrow as I spooned the warm food into his eager mouth. "Mr. Fork?"Behind me, I heard Nolan chuckle—a low, muffled sound, like he was trying hard not to burst out laughing. "It's Frost, pumpkin. Not Fork."I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Kids always twist names when they can't say them right."Asher giggled at the whole thing, but then his face grew curious. He turned to Nolan with wide eyes, a question already forming on his lips."Dad?"My
"What happened, Dave?"I hurried after Dave as we made our way back to the sprawling mansion. The moment we reached the terrace, my heart dropped. Nolan was sitting there, slumped over, his head hanging low. Like someone defeated by something terrible."Nolan, what happened to you?"I rushed to his side, my eyes falling to his hand. A deep gash ran across his skin, raw, jagged and unmistakable a werewolf claws. He'd been in a brutal fight. I knew it the second I saw the wound."Lycan!" Dave's voice cut through the night. "I'll fetch a healer. Lori, get him to the living room right now!"Dave sprinted off, his footsteps fading fast into the darkness.I wrapped my arm around Nolan's broad back and practically dragged him inside. His weight was immense, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I eased him onto the couch and carefully peeled off his jacket. My breath caught in my throat.Long scratches they carved through his skin like someone had tried to tear him apart.And those bright blue e
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nolan,” I whispered, my voice trembling like dry leaves in a storm. I couldn’t look at him. So I stared out the window instead—at the moon slicing through the trees like a silver blade. “Why won’t you just answer me, Lori?” His voice was ice wrapped around fire. “I… I don’t understand what you’re asking.” My words barely made it past my lips. Before I could blink, his hand shot out—fingers gripping my jaw, forcing my face toward his. His eyes burned gold, pupils slit like a predator’s. Rage coiled in every line of his body. A shiver tore down my spine. “Don’t lie to me,” he growled, voice cracking under the weight of something raw and wounded. “I’ve seen it—in the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. In the way your fingers linger when you hand me coffee. We have a family, Lori. Twins. How can you stand there and say you feel nothing?” My breath hitched. “I’m not lying,” I managed, steadier now,
"She needs to be taught a lesson," Nolan growled, and before I could blink, he slammed Caitlin onto the marble floor of the mansion's foyer.The sickening crack of her body hitting stone echoed through the cavernous entrance. Caitlin shrieked—a raw, animal sound that clawed at my chest."Guards!" Nolan's voice thundered, ricocheting off the walls.Two burly men stationed at the front gate came running, their heavy boots pounding the marble in perfect, terrifying synchrony. They halted before Nolan like soldiers awaiting a death sentence."What is it, Lycan?" one of them asked, his voice steady despite the violence crackling in the air."Teach this insolent woman a lesson she'll never forget as long as she lives!" Nolan's face was carved from stone—haughty, unyielding, a king pronouncing judgment. I barely recognized the man standing before me.Caitlin scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, her fingernails scraping desperately against the cold marble. She lunged for Nolan's
I stumbled into the room, shoved hard from behind. My hip slammed into a chair, rattling my bones and my nerves.Before I could catch my breath, Caitlin’s fingers knotted in my hair like iron claws, yanking my head back until our eyes locked. Her smile was all teeth. “Don’t you dare think you’ve won just because Alpha Nolan’s got you on his arm now. You’re nothing but gutter trash he scooped up out of pity.”Pain shot through my scalp. I twisted, trying to wrench free. “Let go of me! I haven’t done anything to you!”“Still playing innocent?” she hissed, her breath hot against my ear. “You stole what was *mine*. And now you parade around him like some tragic heroine, dragging those two whining brats behind you like bait. Do you really think two crying toddlers can trap an Alpha like Nolan?”Her words cut deeper than her grip ever could. Betrayal burned in my chest.“What are you even talking about?” My voice trembled. “I don’t flaunt myself in front of him! I never asked for any of thi
It turned out Nolan had brought me to his mansion—a sprawling, opulent estate far from the home I'd left behind.And it was filled with women.Incredibly beautiful women. Strikingly sexy women. The kind that made you feel invisible just by existing in their orbit.My hands instinctively clamped down on Sawyer and Asher's small shoulders, anchoring myself to them as the realization hit. The sneering glances started immediately—cascading over me like a shower of ice water. I knew that look.I'd seen it on Ennik's face enough times.Who does she think she is?What's she doing here?With him ?I pulled the boys closer, my knuckles whitening. Every pair of eyes in that foyer seemed to strip me bare, dissect me, find me wanting.And worst of all?I started to believe them. "Introduce yourselves." Nolan straightened his posture, chin raised with quiet authority as he faced the four women. "This is Lorreta Sullivan and my twin sons, Sawyer and Asher."A woman with sleek, tightly pinned hair







