LOGINVera died giving a man everything — her research, her loyalty, her son, her life — and he didn't even come to collect her body. Reborn a year into her own past, she wakes up with every memory of her murder intact and none of the poison yet in her veins. This time, she isn't spending another four years being grateful for scraps. She has a formula worth an empire, a husband who's already rehearsing his next wedding, and a dying father she never knew she had — the true Alpha of a bloodline everyone assumed was extinct. As Vera claims a birthright no one can deny and turns her ex-husband's every scheme back on him, she collides with Ronan, the most powerful Alpha on the Council and the one man who was never supposed to look at her twice — except he's her fated mate, and he has a betrayal of his own to settle. Together they're building something neither of them planned on. But the people Vera is about to destroy do not go quietly, and some memories are dangerous enough to get a person killed twice.
View MoreChapter 41The Harbor DealAt 9:40 that night, the parking structure smelled of oil and wet concrete and something older, like a held breath.Level three. Half the lights were dead. The ones that still burned buzzed overhead in a sick yellow hum, and between them the dark lay pooled in the corners. Rain drummed on the roof above, a distant, hollow roar. Water dripped from a broken gutter in a slow, patient tick.Kael's car idled at the end of the row.Black. Engine low. The headlights were off, but the dashboard glow lit his hands on the wheel, and I could see them from where I stood. I had walked the length of the structure in the dark with my heels clicking on the concrete, and I had not once looked behind me. My coat was buttoned to the throat. In my right hand, I held a small square of black card, its edges soft with handling, a single dahlia printed on it in ink so dark it seemed to swallow the light.My thumb stroked the flower.I stopped three paces from his window."You were t
Chapter 40UnguardedMid-morning light fell through the glass wall of the executive conference room and lay across the table in long, pale blades.I sat at the head of it.The table was forty feet of black-veined glass, polished until it gave back every face that leaned over it, and I could see mine from where I sat. Hollow-cheeked. Gray under the eyes. A woman who had slept in forty-minute pieces for a week and was running on spite and bad coffee. The charcoal jacket I had put on that morning hung loose at the shoulders, and the silver pendant lay cold in the notch of my collarbone.Around the table, the room waited.Four senior board members, their hands folded, their faces carefully blank. Two physicians on the wall screen, framed in neat rectangles, one of them with his mask pulled down around his throat. A secretary with a notepad at the sideboard, pen frozen over the page. And two chairs down from me, on the right, sat Kael.He was there because of the twenty percent.His stake
Chapter 39Cracked GlassThe sitting room had not been warm in days.The fire had burned down to a bed of gray ash, and no one had come to feed it. Lamplight pooled in a single yellow circle over the writing desk and left the rest of the room in shadow. Papers lay across the desk in drifts. Maps. Phone logs. A photograph of Vera, torn from a gala brochure, pinned flat beneath a heavy glass paperweight like a specimen. Red circles marked the maps, hospitals and clinics ringed again and again, the ink pressed so hard in places that it had torn the paper.Somewhere deep in the house a clock ticked, slow and dry, counting minutes nobody wanted. The windows were shut, the curtains drawn, and the air had the stale, close taste of a room where too many words had been swallowed.Ines stood in the doorway and watched her husband not see her.He had his back to her. His phone was pressed to his ear, and his free hand dragged through his hair, again and again, until it stood up in rough dark spi
Chapter 38The ColonnadeThirty-six hours after the dose went into my father's veins, the lead physician came out of the surgical suite and, for the first time, did not look at the floor.He looked at me."The Alpha's readings are holding."His voice was hoarse, and under the hoarseness there was something I had not heard from anyone in that building since the night of the river. Not certainty. He was too careful for that. But the cautious, fragile edge of hope, like a hand laid flat on thin ice."Organ function continues to improve. He is not clear yet, but he is no longer actively dying." He drew a long breath through his nose. "You should rest while you can."I heard the words. I understood them.I could not make my body believe them.I nodded, and he went back through the doors, and I walked the six steps to the glass and stood there. The window into my father's room was long and narrow, set into the wall at the height of my eyes. Beyond it, in the dim blue wash of the monitors, h






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