MasukLana's POVI woke to the smell of coffee and the unfamiliar feeling of sun warming my face. For a disorienting second, my heart lurched, expecting the grey stone walls of the compound, or the heavy, familiar wood of the Lancaster bedroom. Then it settled: cream-colored walls, the soft sigh of central air, the distant hum of a city waking up twenty floors below.Bastien’s luxury apartment. Our new life.I padded out to the open-plan living area. Bastien stood at the stainless-steel kitchen island, a giant looking absurdly delicate holding a French press. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple grey t-shirt that strained over his shoulders. The sight was so disarmingly normal it made my chest ache.“You’re supposed to be sleeping in,” he rumbled, pouring a mug of inky coffee and sliding it toward me. “City’s noisy. Took me half the night to get used to it.”“It’s a good noise,” I said, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. It was the noise of anonymity. “Thank you. For this.”He shrugge
Ronan's POVThe sound of Finn’s voice, low and venomous in the hallway, was the final straw. He caused all of this so he had absolutely no right to feel wronged.I was out of the study and down the hall before the thought fully formed. I turned the corner to see him crowding her against the wall, his posture aggressive, his words a sharp, quiet assault. She looked exhausted, hollowed out, but her chin was still lifted in that defiant way that once made my heart swell and now made it feel like it was being crushed in a vise.“Enough,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade.They both flinched, turning. Finn’s eyes flashed with a mix of guilt and defiance. Lana’s were just… weary.“Alpha, I was just,”“I heard what you were just doing,” I interrupted, my tone leaving no room for argument. I walked forward, inserting myself physically between them, forcing Finn to take a step back. I kept my back to Lana. I couldn’t look at her. Not now. “She made her choice. Bastien m
Lana's POVI let the words simmer.“You are not leaving my territory with him,” he stated, each word a law etched in stone.A strange calm settled over me. This was the reaction I’d expected. This was the Alpha who couldn’t conceive of losing. “You don’t have a say in it, Ronan. We had a deal. A week to choose. I chose. The terms were clear: if I chose someone else, I could leave with them. You agreed.”“I agreed to a farce to placate you and my traitorous brothers!” he snarled.“I did not agree to you walking out of my life!”“You don’t get to rewrite the rules now that you’ve lost,” I said, my voice steady even as my heart battered my ribs. “This isn’t a challenge you can dominate into submission. This is the consequence of your own actions. Of the secrets, the pressure, the wars you dragged me into without my consent. And it’s the consequence of everyone in this house telling me the best thing I could do for you was to let you go.” I took a shallow breath. “So I’m letting go. We’re
Lana's POVEveryone was quiet for what felt like an eternity even if it was only just a few seconds.Then, Ronan made a sound. It was a low, wounded noise from deep in his chest, the sound of an animal mortally struck. The fire in his eyes didn’t just die; it was extinguished by an avalanche of pure, utter devastation. He took a single, stumbling step back.Finn’s face went blank, a perfect mask of military neutrality, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the arm of the chair.Bastien… Bastien looked shocked. Then, slowly, a profound, heartbreaking understanding dawned in his eyes. He wasn’t seeing victory. He was seeing a duty he’d promised to fulfill.I forced myself to speak into the void, my voice trembling but clear. “Ronan… Finn… I’m sorry. This isn’t a rejection of who you are. It’s a choice for what I need right now. And I have my reasons.”“Reasons,” Ronan echoed, the word a hollow rasp. “What reasons? What could possibly,”He was cut off as Bastien pushed himself o
Lana's POVThis man had a way of making a statement with his words even when he didn't need to. Choose anyone except for Ronan. I stared at him, the heavy iron key in my hand turning to lead.“What?” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Why would you say that? he is your Alpha.”“He was my Alpha,” Idris corrected, his voice still low but relentless. “Before you, Ronan was a blade. Sharp, single-minded, unbreakable. He led with absolute authority. The pack was strong because his will was iron. There were no divisions, no whispered challenges, no external witches daring to tread on our land.”He met my gaze, his ancient eyes bleak. “Since you arrived, Lana, he has become… compromised. Every decision is filtered through the lens of your safety. The attack on the compound wasn’t a tactical strike; it was a frenzied rescue. He walked into Holloway’s hall not as a negotiating Alpha, but as a desperate mate. He exposed his greatest weakness to our deadliest enemy.”“He saved me,” I
Lana's POVThe air in the study turned to glass. Ronan’s quiet question hung between us, sharp enough to cut. My gaze flicked from his stony face back to the glowing screen, to those damning words: She’s just playing with you.All the confusion, the fear, the swirling emotions of the past week crystallized into a single, cold point of betrayal. “Who is Jess?” I asked, my voice deceptively flat.He didn’t move from the doorway, a silent sentinel blocking my exit. “A contact. From a long time ago.”“A contact who texts you about me. Who tells you I’m playing with you.” I let the hurt seep into my tone, turning to face him fully. “While you’ve been lecturing me about Finn’s performances, you’ve been taking advice from some… some ghost from your past?”“It’s not like that.” He finally entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. The click of the latch felt ominously final. “Jess is… was… a liaison. From a neutral pack. She has sources in places we don’t.”“And she just happens to







