LOGINDante“Kill that woman already. Why keep her alive?”Asher’s voice was not a question. It was a threat dressed in words, low and shaking with a fury he was barely containing as he stalked toward the reinforced prison wing like he meant to rip the doors off with his bare hands. The guards stationed outside stiffened instantly, instinctively lowering their heads because even the air around him felt dangerous right now, heavy with Alpha authority and something darker and very feral.I stepped into his path before he could reach the final corridor.“No.”He stopped, but only physically. His eyes were still burning, wolf pressing hard against the surface like it wanted blood more than breath.“Move, Dante.”“She stays alive.”The silence between us stretched tight and violent.He laughed then, sharp and humorless. “Alive? After what she did to Vivienne? After she stabbed her, beat her like some stray animal and tried to carve her up in the forest? You want to talk about politics now?”“Th
VivienneMy whole body was screaming in pain as I tried to sit up but that kick had done real damage, the kind that didn’t just bruise flesh but shook bone and rattled organs loose inside you. Every breath felt wrong, shallow and sharp like my ribs had turned into knives pointing inward, and for a terrifying moment I genuinely wondered if one of them had cracked deep enough to puncture something important. Healing wasn’t coming. There was no comforting hum of a wolf trying to knit torn tissue together, no surge of warmth under the skin to promise survival. Just cold, raw agony spreading slowly through my limbs while the world tilted slightly sideways like my brain was still trying to understand how fast the situation had spiraled.Fine.If I couldn’t fight, then I would think.The men would have my location by now. They had to. I had sent the footage, the coordinates would be embedded, the timestamp precise. They would come. They always came when things got ugly, even now, even aft
VivienneEscaping my room had taken more effort than I was willing to ever admit out loud. Not because the guards were incompetent, far from it but because they were trained by the very new intelligence network I built. They knew how I thought, how I moved, how I created distractions, so slipping past them felt like playing chess against a version of myself that had already predicted my next five moves. I had to fake sleep first, regulate my heartbeat until even wolf hearing would register me as deeply unconscious, then trigger a timed blackout in the hallway cameras through a backdoor code I’d buried months ago for “emergencies.” While the lights flickered and one of the guards stepped away to check the fuse panel, I slid through the balcony drainage shaft like a criminal breaking out of her own prison, landing silently on the cold grass below with my knees screaming in protest.I didn’t stop to appreciate the irony.My eyes were already glued to the blinking red signal on my watc
Vivienne“Another dead end.”The words came out through clenched teeth as I stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. The urge to smash the laptop against the wall was so strong my fingers actually tightened around the edge, knuckles whitening, breath going sharp and hot in my throat.Three days.Three fucking days of digging, tracing, cross-checking, hacking into whatever scraps of access I still had left… and every trail led to nothingb or worse led to another body.I shut the laptop slowly before I did something stupid and stood up from the chair, boots scraping softly against the floor as I moved toward the window. It was dead of the night, the pack grounds below drowned in silver moonlight and long shadows that looked like they were hiding secrets just to spite me.Someone had tried to frame me.Not just frame me but kill me tooBecause that trial wasn’t about justice. It was about an execution dressed up in a ceremony and people had died for it.Witnesses. Guards.
Vivienne“Vivienne Moreau, how can you stand there and plead not guilty,” one of the councilwomen snapped, rising from her carved seat like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment, “when our Alphas themselves handed you authority over security protocols, war intelligence routing, and internal surveillance grids?”Her voice carried sharp and shrill across the hall.Another woman leaned forward, eyes blazing with righteous fury. “You were trusted with access to restricted patrol rotations, elite unit weaknesses, strategic reserve locations, covert messenger routes. Information that only ranking war commanders and intelligence heads should ever see.”“And now,” a third cut in, “those same classified channels have been compromised. Rival packs are predicting our movements. Supply lines are being intercepted. Our spies are disappearing. You expect us to believe this is coincidence?”The accusations started flying like poisoned darts.“You built your reputation in criminal syndic
VivienneI stared at the elder who had just finished reciting my supposed crimes like he was announcing the price of grain at market, and he stared right back at me patiently with a smug, waiting for the moment I would crumble, tears up with panic and drop to my knees and beg like a guilty woman caught with blood on her hands.All I wanted to do was laugh.Not a polite chuckle or a nervous little giggle. No. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh like a lunatic because this whole spectacle was ridiculous. It was too elaborate, dramatic and expensive. Whoever planned this had invested time, resources, and serious political capital just to drag my name through mud in public. That alone told me something important.This wasn’t impulsive but strategic.“Wait…” I said finally, and the word came out with a soft chuckle that rippled through the hall. I looked slowly around the chamber, letting my gaze pass over every elder, every councilwoman, every whispering pack member in the back row
(Few Days Later)VIVIENNE POVI paced my room, counting every drag of the second hand on the battered clock beside the bed.“Where are those little menaces?” I grumbled under my breath, casting a murderous glare at the door like I could summon them with sheer will.Ridiculous. Since when did I star
Vivienne’s POVKane’s eyes were on me, glaring like he wanted to eat me, and I cringed at the thought because the way he stared was too intense, too raw, like he could already taste me on his tongue and was fighting the urge to take a bite right here in front of everyone. The restaurant noise fad
Vivienne’s POVThe sound of the door opening yanked me out of sleep so fast my heart slammed into my ribs. I rolled onto my side, eyes snapping open, every sense sharpening in an instant. The room was dark and quiet, shadows stretching long across the walls, moonlight slipping in through the ta
Dante’s POVHer scent hit me immediately I began to regain my senses and I knew exactly where I was... how the hell did I end up in her room? The smell of her filled my lungs like smoke, sharp and wild, mixed with the faint trace of last night’s whiskey still clinging to my skin and the sweet, bu







