LOGINShe was lying to them. Actively lying. Hiding the Vigil's message. Considering their offer.This was how it had started last time. Lying. Hiding. Planning something desperate.And look where that had gotten her. Trapped in a contract. Bound to three men. Her freedom gone.But her mother was alive.That's what mattered. That's what had always mattered.She'd made the choice once. To trade her freedom for her mother's life.Could she make it again?***The hospital had given her a room. Small. Sparse. A bed and a chair. Close to the ICU so she could be near her mother.She couldn't sleep.Lay staring at the ceiling. The message playing on repeat in her head.Your mother doesn't have to die. We can help her. Permanently.Permanently.That was the key word. Not temporarily. Not for a few weeks until the contamination returned. Permanently.How could they offer that? What did they know that the Howlingtons didn't?Unless....Unless they were the ones causing the contamination to return. Wh
Melina's POVThe phone felt like it was burning a hole in her pocket.48 hours to decide.Melina sat beside her mother's bed. her was sleeping now....sedated, the doctors said. To help her body rest. To slow the contamination's spread until the Lunasol arrived.If it arrived.If it worked.If this wasn't all a carefully orchestrated trap.The brothers had left twenty minutes ago. Some emergency with the estate. Security concerns. They'd tried to leave one of them behind, tried to make sure she wasn't alone....but she'd insisted."I need time with my mother. Just us. Please."Alaric had looked at her for a long moment. Like he knew she was hiding something. But he'd nodded. Left. Told her to call if anything changed.Now she was alone.She pulled out her phone. Read the message again.Unknown: Your mother doesn't have to die. We can help her. Permanently. No more Lunasol. No more contamination. A real cure. All you have to do is meet with us. Alone. We'll send you a location. Come alon
"The pattern is unusual. Contamination that returns this aggressively after successful treatment....it's not impossible, but it's rare. Very rare. And the timing...." He paused. "She was discharged from the hospital exactly forty-eight hours ago. Within twenty-four hours of being home, she collapsed. That suggests exposure happened almost immediately after discharge.""In her home," Aiden said."Most likely. We're testing everything...water, food, air quality. Looking for contamination vectors.""You won't find anything," Archer said quietly. "Because whoever did this was careful. Professional. They knew exactly how to deliver a dose that would activate slowly. That would look natural.""You think someone poisoned her?" Dr. Chen looked shocked."We think someone weaponized fey contamination against a vulnerable woman to force her daughter's hand," Alaric said coldly. "And we think they knew exactly what they were doing.""Who would...." Dr. Chen stopped. Understanding dawned. "The Vig
"But the Lunasol....""Should have prevented that. Should have eliminated the contamination completely." Archer's voice was tight. "This doesn't make sense.""Unless the Lunasol was compromised," Alaric said from the front seat. "Or the contamination source is ongoing. Or...."He stopped. Looked at Marcus.Some unspoken communication passed between them."What?" Melina asked. "What aren't you saying?""Nothing. Just thinking through possibilities." But Alaric's jaw was tight. His hands were clenched.He was lying. All of them were. She could feel it."Tell me," she demanded. "If you know something...if there's something I should know....""We don't know anything yet," Aiden said firmly. "We're just being cautious. Making sure we understand what we're dealing with before we make assumptions.""Assumptions about what?""About whether this is natural or...." Archer stopped. Looked at Alaric."Or what?" Melina's voice was rising again. "Or what, Archer?""Or deliberate," Alaric said quiet
Melina's POV - MorningShe woke up slowly.Her body was screaming. Every muscle ached. Between her legs felt raw. Bruised. Evidence of last night written into her skin in bite marks and fingerprint bruises.Worth it.She smiled despite the soreness. Last night had been....intense. All three of them. Hours. Multiple rounds. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come. How many times they'd claimed her.She stretched carefully. Winced. Definitely overdid it.The bed beside her was empty. She was alone.That was new. Usually at least one of them stayed. Watched her sleep. Held her.She sat up. The sheet fell to her waist. More bruises. More bite marks. Her breasts were tender. Her nipples were swollen."Jesus," she muttered. "I look like I got attacked.""You did." Alaric's voice from the doorway. "By three very enthusiastic werewolves."She looked up. He was dressed. Professional. A tray in his hands with breakfast."Good morning," he said. Came into the room. Set the tray on the bed.
"The view of me being kissed by all of you?""The view of you happy. Relaxed. Ours."Her heart did something complicated in her chest. "I am yours.""We know." Aiden pulled her against him. "But it's nice to hear you say it."They settled back into comfortable silence. Alaric returned to his work. Aiden pulled her onto the couch with him. Archer joined them.She was sandwiched between them."I could get used to this," she murmured."Good," Archer said. "Because this is your life now. Forever.""Forever is a long time.""Not long enough," Aiden said quietly. "Not nearly long enough with you."She turned to look at him. "That was almost romantic.""Almost?" He looked offended. "That was completely romantic.""Almost," she repeated. Grinning.He tickled her. She shrieked. Tried to escape.Archer held her in place. "No escaping. You insulted him. Now you pay.""That's not fair.....""Life's not fair, baby." Aiden's fingers found all her ticklish spots. "Should have thought of that before
This close his eyes were silver in a way photographs and doorway observations had not prepared her for. Pale and clear and completely steady, looking at her with that absolute quality of attention he had that made her feel like the only thing in the room.She was still holding the file.She couldn'
POV: MelinaThe note came at seven.Not a summons through Mrs Harrow. Not Lucy appearing at her door with a paper bag and a message attached. Just a folded piece of paper slipped under her door sometime between her finishing dinner and sitting down with her notebook.Delegation seating plan require
POV: ArcherShe appeared in the courtyard thirty minutes after she left the office.Archer saw her first because he was already at the window.....had moved there the moment the door clicked shut behind her and had been waiting to see if she would come out.She came out through the east wing side do
That was the thought she held onto. Not the window she'd missed or the time she'd lost or the particular warm heaviness still sitting in her body that she was absolutely not thinking about. Just....she needed another plan. She had time. Not much but some. She would build another plan.She reached d







