LOGINCoren's aura hits me violently, grinding the force behind my rejection into dust and settling his will over mine instead. My hands grip the tablecloth tightly and when tears drop from my eyes, I don't try to stop them.
Why is he even doing this?
He doesn't need me anymore.
He has a heir, a mistress, and I’m now just the unwanted and unneeded woman in his life. Why can’t he just let me go with my dignity and esteem still intact?
The accumulated pain and betrayal of the past nine months all erupt in this moment and I sob.
"Please, don't cry, Destiny."
Coren doesn't even sound sorry, just exasperated, like he's tired of all this, tired of me acting like something is actually wrong.
His voice is softer as he persuades, "What's going to happen to Eva if you leave? Who else does your mother have except you?"
I raise my hand and wipe my tears away but more drop to replace them as I struggle to gather myself. A fresh wave of grief tears through me as I hear his words.
Eva, my mother, who's been terminally ill for the past six months.
I had to watch her become weaker with each passing day, then come back to the Alpha mansion and realize that I wasn't only losing my mother, I was losing my mate too.
For the past few months I've watched both of them fade.
I’ve sat up at my mother’s hospital bed every day crying my eyes out, sometimes over her health and other times, over Coren.
My mother died three days ago…. and when I tried to reach out through our mate-bond mind-link, my mate blocked me.
I left several missed calls on Coren’s phone that day but he ignored all my calls and never returned any back. When he came back, he apologized and claimed he was on patrol, but the next day, Tracy came over and told me the truth.
”Y’know he lied to you again.
He said he was working late in the office, but we both know that he was with me. You mean nothing to him, barren Luna.”
Every time he's missed a chance to go to the hospital with me to visit my mother, and every time he's been too busy with pack patrols to come comfort me as I wept in the gardens, or too busy with work at the office that he came back at the wee hours of the night, he was with her.
He's been with her all along.
He blocks me each time he goes to see her, thinking it'll prevent me from knowing, but I know. His betrayal has been open for me to see all along.
The only ignorant one is him.
"You can't stop me from leaving, Coren."
My voice trembles but the decision is settled in my mind. The loss of my mother was the final stake in my already damaged heart. Since she's dead, what else do I have to live in the Silvercrest Pack for?
I don’t wait, I act.
I head up the stairs, going to the bedroom to pack my things into a box. I'm leaving today whether he likes it or not. Rejection or no rejection.
My hands have just reached for the box on the top of the wardrobe when a familiar strange sensation makes me pause suddenly. Coren is blocking me from feeling him on our bond again.
Why would he do that?
It's not like he's with Tracy right now.
My eyes dart to the door and my heart thuds as I see him standing there. I didn't even know he had followed me upstairs. The look on Coren's face is grim as he stares at me.
“You’re not going anywhere, Destiny. I am your mate and your husband, you can’t leave me.”
He announces this decision like he has the right to decide my freedom, but underneath all that he sounds desperate. Coren sounds like he’s trying to hold onto a lifeline, but I’m the one being hurt by his irrational dominance.
If he thinks he owns me, he’s wrong. Being my mate and Alpha doesn’t mean he owns me or my life.
I realize too late what Coren is actually doing.
Coren takes the key to the door out of the keyhole and he stares at me with that cold, dead look as he speaks, "I can keep you with me forever if I want to, Destiny. And I want to.
You just need a few days to calm down so I'm going to let you have them. But you are not leaving. Not now. Not ever."
I stare at him in disbelief.
“He’s locking us away.” My wolf roars inside me, her fury feeding something in me and sharpening my need to fight.
Rage explodes from my shattered heart, hot and violent in my chest. I throw a punch without hesitation.
Coren catches my fist in his palm easily. Fuck!
I’m too sluggish compared to the speed of an Alpha who's spent years training for war.
"Stop throwing tantrums like a child!" Coren growls, shuts the door with a sharp clack behind him and locks it from the outside.
I run towards it immediately, grabbing the door’s handle and pulling but it doesn’t budge.
“Coren! Coren open the door.”
I’m pounding against the heavy hardwood door, the action hurting my hand even harder each time I do it and soon, I'm screaming.
“Coren! Coren, You can’t do this to me. Let me go, please!”
Violent, ugly, sobs are wracking through my body, but I continue, pounding and screaming his name even as I hear his voice rumble one command on the other side of the door.
"Luna Destiny is not to leave her room until I say so.”
No. That saps the last of my strength from me, and I crumple to the floor, my head leaning on the door as I cry my heart out.
Coren’s footfalls as he goes back downstairs are like a seal on my fate.
Why is he doing this?
Why is he determined to keep hurting me more than he already has?
I follow her gaze instinctively, my body tensing as I scan the forest around us.but there's nothing around us.There's no movement and no sound. There's nothing I can see, but when I look back down at her, she’s still watching, her gaze focused somewhere just beyond the edge of what I can perceive.A chill slips down my spine as I look at her.I tell myself it’s my imagination. It has to be.I’ve been through too much in too little time. My body is probably drained, my mind stretched thin, and my magic is unstable. Of course things would feel off. Of course I’d start noticing things that aren’t really there. But there's the fact that something in me tells me my baby isn't just looking at nothing.I can feel the thing she's looking at.It starts as a faint pulse beneath my skin, a soft hum of energy that doesn’t quite belong to me. My magic has always been something I feel clearly, something I can identify and control, but this pulse is differentIt’s… responding not to me, or to somet
I start moving and I don’t stop even when my body threatens to force me to.The forest stretches endlessly around me, unfamiliar and unwelcoming, but I push forward anyway, one shaky step after another, with my daughter held tightly against my chest. Every muscle in my body aches. Every breath I let out from my chest burns my lungs, yet I don’t allow myself to slow down. Not yet.The memory of phantom explosions and ghostly screams still echoes too clearly in my mind. The fear that the witch hunters will be back makes a chill spread down my spine, and this time knowing that the masked stranger isn't here, it makes me feel weak and powerless for a second.I don't know when I started relying on him so much, but I have. I never believed I would be able to take on the witch hunters by myself, and while he was here, I didn't have to.Now that he's gone, there's only a crippling fear in my heart that I won't survive the next second.Still, I push it all down and continue walking. Only when
There’s no hesitation in his voice. No evasion. He just sounds honest about all this and that unsettles me more than anything else he’s said tonight.I stare at him, searching his face, trying to make sense of him, trying to understand why everything about him feels like something I should recognize.“You’re lying,” I say quietly, "You won't leave me here."“I’m not.” He says.Forcing myself to be calm, I ask the one question that might get me some insight into who I'm dealing with, "Then how do you know how to fight the witch hunters like that? How do you know where to go, how to evade them?"His gaze sharpens, just a fraction but I can tell he will respond to this question.“I know how to do all this because I’ve seen them before.”My breath catches softly in my chest and the weight of those words settles between us immediately.I ask softly, “You’ve fought the witch hunters before?”He nods, “Yes.”“And you just… didn’t think to mention that earlier?”There’s a flicker of something
I don’t like this.The quiet of these woods presses in too closely, wrapping around me like something alive, like something is watching. It isn’t the peaceful silence of a forest at rest. This feels too deliberate, like even the wind has been told to hold its breath. The trees don’t sway here. The leaves don’t rustle and there's no sound of life in the underbrush.Everything in me that is werewolf tells me that I don't belong here. Even the air feels heavier in my lungs, thick with something I can’t quite name.I wouldn't be so bothered about it if something else wasn't also happening at the same time.There’s him.... walking away.The masked stranger I met six months ago, who rescued me and my baby from a band of murderous witch hunters, Is turning around and walking away.My chest tightens at the sight of his back retreating into the shadows without any words. He's leaving like he was never meant to stay, like this, him saving me, carrying me, standing between me and death, was not
My lips thin into a tight line and I want to scream at him, ask him why my baby isn't crying like any other new born child would... But I know I can't. I can still feel the witch hunters following us, and anything that keeps my baby quiet without killing her isn't something for me to make a fuss about.I look down at her again, and her silence unsettles me more than anything else tonight.We keep moving and her glow softens until all I can see is her skin cradled into mine again.The forest grows thicker the deeper we go. At some point my magic flows through the ground again. It leaves me in a rush and assesses the forests around us.I hope against hope that I'll get a different feedback, that my magic will tell me something else this time, but the response is the same.The Witch hunters are still coming. And they're even closer now. I can feel them in the back of my mind.It's like opening a garbage can and the sensation is revolting. Their magic doesn’t blend with the world. It tears
We don’t stop moving.For a while my eyes are fixed on the witch hunter's body, the way it lies there on the floor still and unmoving. I can't see any blood, but my senses can smell something that's gone bad, something that's gone rotten wafting off him. I half want to reach out and touch him, but I don't need to be told that would be a bad idea.He's dead, but how dead is he?The masked stranger doesn’t even look back at the dead body he's left on the ground. His attention is already elsewhere, on the forests and on the air. His attention is on the things I can’t see but can feel creeping closer.He can feel them too, maybe even better than I can.“They're spreading out,” he says quietly.I swallow hard, tightening my hold on my daughter. “You can see them?”“I can hear them.”That doesn’t make me feel a lot better, mostly because I can't. Before I can ask anything else, he reaches for me again and this time, I don’t step back.I should. Every instinct I have screams that I should but
Lucy's body makes what should have been a pleasurable experience suddenly an embarrassing one.Coren didn't have to tell me to wait.He didn't have to follow me out of his study, but he did and now I'm sitting in the back of his car, the scent of him surrounding me like sexy cologne.I can't even r
Tracy's pov.I'm standing in the pack kitchens when I feel it.My wolf, Selina whimpers in my mind and a feeling of wrongness passes through me. All of a sudden it feels like I'm going to be sick and I wait."Lucy, can you hand me the plates there?”I wait for the feeling to pass, but it doesn't, “
“What are we gathered to discuss?” Coren asks coolly.“She’s pregnant.” Bob wheezes weakly from the floor.I can’t help but watch as Maria helps Bob up and into a seat. He has a hand firmly clutched to his chest and such a look of pain on his face that I almost feel bad.Bob Woods may have been a wa
"That's absurd!"An elder's voice erupts, thundering in fury.The other elders join in, each of them whispering or shouting something about how disrespectful this is, but my focus isn't on any of them. It's on the two people who have made my life a hellhole in this pack since the disappearance of t







