RayneThe road stretched ahead like a vein through the forest, dim and endless. The Packlands were mostly quiet this time of night, just a few scattered lights in the distance and the whisper of wind slithering through the trees.I rolled the windows down.Maybe the cold air would sober me up.Maybe it wouldn’t.Didn’t matter.My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The trees blurred at the edges of my vision, headlights carving two sharp lines through the dark. I wasn’t aiming for a destination. Just away.Away from the house.Away from Reed.Away from my mother’s voice, still ringing in my skull like a curse.“You let your dick make your decisions.”“You’re the Alpha with Beta-sized balls.”“Your father would be ashamed.”I gritted my teeth, trying to push it all out.But her voice twisted with Reed’s.“You still love her.”“You held back with me.”“You’ll never be free of her.”Amber.Always Amber.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, letting out a harsh growl.I hated ho
AmberIt had been exactly one week since Ian and I started working at Hunter Valley Hospital.Seven days.And somehow, despite everything I expected—despite every instinct that told me I’d crumble the second I stepped foot back into this territory—I hadn’t.In fact, I was settling in.The hospital itself was nothing like the sterile, cold boxes I had imagined growing up. It was sleek, modern, alive with activity. Sunlight streamed through its wide glass windows in the mornings, and in the evenings, the place glowed softly under warm LED lighting that somehow made even the emergency room feel less terrifying.More importantly, the people were… kind.Not just fake-nice, not polite out of protocol. Genuinely kind.It shocked me.I hadn’t expected kindness—not in Hunter Valley, not as an Omega, and certainly not as someone with a scent still delicate enough that some wolves could pick up the remnants of trauma on it.But the nurses greeted me with smiles. The residents helped when I asked
AmberThe night shift had always been my favorite.Fewer people. Less noise. More space to think.But tonight wasn’t like the others.Today had already been long—I was working a double shift, which included the current night rotation. I’d been on my feet for most of the day, moving from ward to ward, checking in on post-ops, reviewing charts, helping consults.Dr. McQuoid, our Head Surgeon, was away in London for a medical conference, and many of the others had already gone home after their shifts. Ian included. He’d passed me in the hallway a few hours ago, yawning into the crook of his elbow, and tossed a lazy “Good luck surviving the night shift alone,” with that usual boyish grin before heading out.The only other doctor who was supposed to be on call had to rush out last-minute—something about a family emergency—and so, just like that, I was the only surgeon left in the entire building.Technically, I wasn’t alone. A few nurses floated through the halls, checking charts, organizin
AmberThe silence after the nurse’s final words was louder than her shouting.Do you really want his death on your conscience, Dr. Queen?I gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles bone-white, my pulse thudding in my throat like a warning bell. My entire body still felt like it was vibrating—nerves, anger, disgust, fear… it all crashed into me at once, a tidal wave I couldn’t outrun.I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Olivia stood there, arms folded, jaw tight, waiting.I closed my eyes.Images flickered behind my eyelids. His blood. His body. His scent. The mark on my neck that I scrubbed so raw it bled when I was eighteen. The heat. The rut. The rejection. The shame.Rayne Hunter was the worst thing that ever happened to me.And now he was on my table.Dying.And I was the only one who could stop it.I wanted to say no.Goddess, every part of me wanted to say no. Wanted to scream that he deserved it. That this was karma, destiny, justice. That whatever was happening to him now was only a fr
RayneWaking up felt like drowning in molasses.Everything was thick. Slow. Heavy. Like my body was underwater and my brain was a full ten seconds behind every breath I took.The first thing I noticed was the sound.Beeping.Soft. Steady. Mechanical.The next thing was the pain.Not sharp, not screaming—but everywhere. Deep, aching pressure that pulsed through my body like a warning siren. My skull throbbed as if a drumline had set up camp inside. My abdomen felt tight, bandaged, heavy. And my leg—when I shifted slightly—shot a bolt of pain so intense I almost passed out again.I hissed, biting down a groan.Machines were attached to me. I could see the IV in my arm, feel the leads taped to my chest. The sheets smelled like bleach and latex. Cold. Clean.Hospital.What the hell happened?I tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. A sharp sting tore through my midsection. I looked down—thick white gauze wrapped around my lower abdomen, stained faintly pink at the edges. My
AmberI stood outside the hospital room door, my hand hovering just above the handle, willing my pulse to slow.The hall was quiet.Too quiet.It gave me too much time to think.To remember.To feel.Don’t do that, I told myself. Don’t feel anything. Not now.This wasn’t personal. This was procedure. Post-operative follow-up. One of a dozen I’d done that week. He was just another patient on my list.I took a breath. Straightened my spine.And walked in.He looked exactly how I left him—only now his eyes were open. Alert. Wild with disbelief.I didn’t flinch when I saw his expression.Didn’t react when his gaze snapped to me like I was a ghost he thought he’d buried seven years ago.He looked pale, bandaged, exhausted. But underneath the bruises and the haze, his shock was unmistakable. It poured off him like heat.And it filled me with something I hadn’t expected—pride.Not the vain kind. The quiet kind. The kind that whispered, You never thought I’d become this, did you?He had writt
RayneMorning crept in through the blinds like a soft ache behind my eyes. The light wasn’t harsh—more like a warm haze—but it still made my head pound a little harder.I blinked against it, letting my eyes adjust, waiting for the room to settle back into focus.And when it did, I saw him.Reed.Curled up in the plastic chair beside my bed like he’d been there all night. Elbows propped on the edge of the mattress, chin resting on his arms, staring at me with wide, worried eyes.There was no anger in his expression.No hurt. No distance.Just relief.And love.Like the night before had never happened. Like he hadn’t stood in the hallway with fire in his eyes and divorce in his mouth.“Hey,” he said softly, sitting up straighter when he saw my eyes open. “You’re awake.”“Yeah,” I croaked, my voice still raw. “Barely.”His face lit up. “Thank the goddess.”Before I could say anything else, he was fussing—reaching for the cup of water by the bed, checking the blanket, fluffing my pillow l
Rayne I looked at him.He smiled.He meant it. That was the worst part.It wasn’t a figure of speech.It wasn’t even romantic.It was... unsettling.But I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to turn the moment into another fight. Not when we were just starting to breathe again.Reed seemed to sense my unease because he shifted, his tone softer now.“I’ve been struggling, Rayne. A lot more than I wanted to admit. Being Luna isn’t easy. People expect perfection. Strength. Confidence. And I—I’ve been so damn insecure lately. Every time I see you drift or pull back, it feels like I’m losing you.”I stayed quiet, letting him speak.“That’s why I said what I said. I was overwhelmed. But I shouldn’t have dumped it all on you. I shouldn’t have scared you with the divorce threat. That was... extreme. And manipulative. I know that now.”He took a deep breath.“I’m sorry. Truly.”I nodded slowly.“I swear, if I ever feel that way again, I’ll talk to you. We’ll figure it out together. No more thr
AmberReed’s face twisted with rage, eyes flashing like a cornered animal. I saw it— the mask crack. The real him bleeding through.“You slut,” he hissed, venom coating every syllable. “You fucking whore. You always were. Pretending to be some innocent little victim when you’ve been spreading your legs for whatever Alpha shows the slightest interest. Don’t act high and mighty with me.”I said nothing.“You think I don’t know how you got where you are?” He sneered, stepping closer. “You fucked your way through med school. Slept with the right people. Used that pathetic Omega allure of yours to get whatever you wanted. That’s what you do, isn’t it? It’s all you’re good for.”Still, I said nothing. But my hand was tightening on the doorframe so hard my nails were digging into the wood.He leaned forward, eyes dark. “You think this little war you’ve started is noble? That you’re some kind of martyr? You’re not. You’re just a selfish, bitter bitch who can’t handle the fact that she lost. R
AmberI had just gotten off the phone with another lawyer Ichika had managed to reach out to. So far? Things weren’t looking good.They acknowledged I had a solid case—on paper. But in reality, not many lawyers were willing to go up against the literal Alpha of the Pack. Alpha Rayne Hunter. The man had too much influence, too much reach. “It would be bad for business,” one of them said. “Dangerous even.” Another admitted, “Our reputation could suffer long-term if we cross the wrong people.”Their voices blended together into a nauseating chorus of fear and cowardice. It stung. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but the sheer number of rejections was exhausting. And the ones who did consider the case? They were even worse.There was one woman in particular—an Omega, like me. I’d thought that would make a difference. I’d thought she would understand. I don’t know what I expected—compassion, maybe? Solidarity? But what I got instead was gall.The nerve.She had the audacity to chastise me. To
AmberI didn't want Evalie to grow up without me, to ever think for a second that she was unloved and unwanted. I knew exactly what that felt like— I had been abandoned by my own father and brothers—and I would never wish it on my worst enemy.I squeezed my eyes shut, a sob ripping from my chest.This couldn’t happen.I couldn’t let it happen.I almost gave in to the panic, to the devastation — but then a warm, steady presence unfurled inside me, strong and unyielding.Irma.My wolf growled low in my chest, fierce and protective, wrapping around me like an unbreakable shield.“No,” she whispered, her voice a steady thrum in my head. “We are Evalie’s mother. We raised her. We protected her. He cannot take her from us.”She released bursts of endorphins and they washed over me like waves, calming me down and reminding me of happier times. I had flashes of truth — Evalie's little arms around my neck, her sweet giggles filling our home, her sleepy "I love you, Mummy" whispered against my
AmberRayne had been quiet since his abrupt visit, and it was unsettling.I wasn’t sure what I had expected after that day — maybe for him to show up at the hospital, lurking by the emergency entrance like some stubborn shadow. Maybe he'd camp outside the house, demanding to see Evalie. Maybe he'd blow up my phone with calls or texts, shouting accusations. I even thought he'd try to contact Evalie somehow.But he didn’t.Not a call.Not a visit.Nothing.Just silence.And while a small part of me was grateful for the peace, I knew better than to trust it. I knew it was too early to celebrate, too naive to hope that it was over.This — this eerie stillness — it felt like the proverbial calm before the storm.A heavy, loaded quiet that pressed against my chest like a hand waiting to shove me under when I least expected it.I tried to shake the feeling, tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid — that maybe Rayne had gotten the closure he needed. Maybe seeing Evalie, even from a
ReedThe wait was the worst part.I sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing my leg anxiously, staring at the clock on the wall like I could will it to move faster.Rayne had gone to that bitch's house.To see their daughter.And I hated it.I hated sitting here helpless, not knowing what was happening. It twisted my stomach into knots, made my skin feel too tight for my body.But there wasn’t much I could do at the moment.Not yet.Soon, I promised myself.I was still coming up with a plan — something perfect, something flawless that would get rid of the problem once and for all.And when I enacted it, it would be final.Amber wouldn’t even know what hit her.I clenched my fists so hard the bones cracked.I needed to distract myself before I lost my mind.Grabbing my phone, I opened a shopping app, aimlessly scrolling through page after page of random crap—kitchen gadgets, wireless earbuds, luxury sneakers, designer watches.I wasn’t really seeing any of it. My mind was too full of Rayne
AmberAs soon as Ian was certain I could stand without collapsing, he quietly led me inside.The moment the door closed behind us, the world finally went still.No more growls, no more tension thick enough to choke on. Just Ian’s solid presence beside me, guiding me with gentle hands toward the living room.He helped me sit down on the couch, his movements tender, careful like I was made of glass.“Are you alright?” Ian asked softly, crouching in front of me, concern etched into every line of his handsome face. “Did he hurt you?”I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “No. I’m okay.” My hands were still trembling slightly from the hormonal rush, but I forced a small smile. “Thanks to you.”He exhaled, visibly relieved.“I’m just glad I got here when I did,” he said, sinking down beside me. He stayed close, but not smothering, giving me space without pulling away completely. “What happened, Amber?”I stared down at my hands in my lap, picking at an invisible thread on my jea
AmberRayne’s hands flexed and unflexed at his sides like he was barely leashing a monster inside him.The tension crackled between us, thick and ugly. I knew he could overpower me physically if he wanted to. He was stronger, bigger, an Alpha in his prime. But there was no force on earth that could make me willingly hand Evalie over to him.We glared at each other, the silence blistering."You think you’re doing her a favor?" Rayne said, his voice dipping low and cruel. "Keeping her from her own blood? You’re screwing her up more than you know."I flinched, but didn’t move. "Better than letting her near a man who almost ruined her mother’s life," I retorted harshly.Rayne’s face darkened."She deserves to know who I am," he growled. "She deserves a father.""You forfeited that right the moment you abandoned me," I fired."You think you can just erase me?" He snarled, his voice vibrating with rage. "Pretend I don't exist? Pretend she doesn’t deserve to know her real father?"I stared h
AmberIt had been a few days since the confrontation at the hospital. A few long, exhausting days.But finally—finally—I was beginning to breathe normally again. Beginning to accept that everything would be fine. That Evalie and I would be okay, no matter what storms brewed outside the fragile little world we had built.Today was Saturday—my day off—and I planned to make the most of it.It wasn’t just any Saturday either. I had promised Evalie that if she aced her math test, we’d celebrate. And like the little genius she was, she had scored a perfect mark. My heart had almost burst with pride when her teacher emailed me the results.We were supposed to have a full day together—just the two of us. First a trip to the amusement park, then a little shopping spree. Evalie had been eyeing a ridiculously expensive dollhouse for weeks now, and today, she was going to get it.Ichika and Ken were out for the day—some sort of couple’s spa thing they’d been planning for weeks—so the house was bl
AmberI barely made it through the next few minutes.I was shaking so badly after Rayne was dragged out of my office that I could hardly hold a pen steady, let alone continue reviewing patient files like nothing had happened. My mind wasn’t on my work. It wasn’t on anything but the echo of his voice, the fire in his eyes, the awful words he’d thrown at me—Bad mother. Selfish. Cruel.Each accusation burned itself deeper and deeper into my chest, like brands pressed into raw skin.I couldn’t stay here.I couldn’t pretend everything was normal when my whole world had been tipped upside down.So I did what I never did—I signed out early. Scribbled my name across the sheet, handed over my remaining charts to a nurse with shaking fingers, and left before anyone could ask questions.I needed to breathe.I needed to get Evalie and get the hell out of this hospital before I completely lost it.I made my way to the playground, my legs moving on autopilot.Evalie was easy to spot.She was sitting