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ANDREW’S POVRoss’s men had left a trail, and Kas and I followed it as swiftly as possible. Our steps were silent, but our hearts pounded. The closer we got to the Oceanic Pack, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a mission—it was a suicide run. And yet, we had no choice.Kas moved beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator. But I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched at his sides. He was as scared as I was, though he’d never admit it. Neither of us spoke, but the unspoken truth hung between us like a storm cloud: We can’t fail. Not this time.The gates loomed ahead, towering and ominous, guarded by two massive wolves who looked like they’d rather rip us apart than ask questions. My pulse spiked as we approached, my mind racing. Keep it together, Andrew. One wrong word, and we’re dead.“Who goes there?” one guard barked, his voice like a whip crack. His eyes narrowed, scanning us with suspicio

Hannah’s POVRoss’s voice broke through my thoughts, sharp and venomous. “You think you’re smart, don’t you, Xavier?” he spat, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “Well, I don’t need a damn mate bond to get rid of her. I have other means.”My heart raced, and I instinctively moved closer to Jackson, shielding him with my body.Ross turned to me, his eyes blazing. He raised his hand, and for a moment, I thought he was going to strike me. I braced myself, my breath catching in my throat.But then Xavier growled, low and menacing, even from where he knelt on the ground. “Touch her,” he said, his voice raw but steady, “and I swear, Ross, I’ll rip you apart, piece by piece.”Ross laughed, but it was hollow and strained. “Look at you,” he sneered, gesturing to Xavier’s battered form. “On your knees, powerless to protect her. You should’ve let her mark you. At least then you would’ve shared the suffering.”I glared at him, my voice trembling but firm. “You can kill me,” I said, meetin

XAVIER’S POVThe world didn’t just freeze, my whole being narrowed down to that single moment where my little boy was face with death in the hands of Ross. Then Coby moved.He threw himself between Jackson and Ross, his body taking the full force of the blow. Ross’s claws tore into his neck, and Coby crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.Something inside me snapped.I was on Ross before he could react, my claws sinking into his flesh. He screamed—a high, panicked sound—but I didn’t care. I tore off one hand, then the other, his blood spraying across the ground.His cries were meaningless noise, drowned out by the roaring in my ears. “You dare try to hurt my son!” I snarled, my voice trembling with fury.Ross fell to his knees, armless and broken, his face a mask of terror. I grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. His lips moved, but I didn’t let him speak. With one swift motion, I slit his throat open, more blood gushing out as I watched the light fade from h

HANNAH’S POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the white ceiling above me, the bright light in the room too harsh for my sensitive vision. My eyelids fluttered, resisting the fluorescent glow.Aside from that, I could hear a steady, rhythmic beep… beep… beep… pulsing in my ears—slow and mocking, a reminder that I was still here. Alive.I turned my head—too fast—and the world tilted. A sharp sting bit into my arm where the IV needle sat buried beneath my skin. The scent of antiseptic burned my nose, sterile and cold. And then—warmth. A familiar, grounding presence.Xavier.His large hand enveloped mine, calloused fingers trembling slightly against my palm as soon as he noticed my open eyes staring at him. His face was haggard, dark shadows pooling beneath his bloodshot gaze. His usually styled dark hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his hands through it for hours.“Xavier!” I managed to croak, my throat dry and rough.His breath hitched. A shudder ran through him,

HANNAH’S POVSix months had slipped by so fast—each day a moment of sweat, laughter, and quiet healing. The pack had risen from the ashes of what was broken, becoming stronger and more vibrant than before. Houses once scarred by fire during the attack now stood proud under the moonlight, their walls whispering stories of resilience.And in the heart of it all, our home—no longer the modest bungalow we had shared before, but something grander, warmer, alive with the promise of new life.The ultrasound had revealed we were having twins. Twins. The word still sent a thrill through me, equal parts wonder and terror. Xavier, ever the overprepared Alpha, had swept me into his arms the moment we found out and declared, "We’re getting a bigger house."No argument, no hesitation—just that fierce, protective certainty that made my heart ache in the best way.Tonight, the pack had gathered to celebrate the near-completion of the rebuild. The air had been thick with laughter, the scent of roasted