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Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1:~ ALINA ~Sterilized white rooms.Medicine.That’s all I’ve known for the last seven years.Not the warmth of my son’s arms.Not the scent of pine and cedar on my husband’s chest.Not the moonlit runs I once dreamed of taking with my mate.No. Just beeping machines, cold sheets, and the echo of silence too loud for a woman who's still breathing.They said I was lucky to survive childbirth.But what kind of luck leaves you forgotten?What kind of Luna lies rotting in a bed while the pack dances under the moon?I used to count the days.I used to believe I’d get better. That giving birth to a child too powerful for my body didn't break me forever.That maybe—just maybe—he’d come visit and tell me he missed me. I wonder if he still calls me mama.Now I count the seconds between doses. The space between breaths. The dwindling hope that I'd get my wolf back.It’s easier to hope for nothing than to break over and over again even though I always hope to run across the field barefo
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Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2:~ ALINA ~My lips stretch into a smile, my mind easing as I sidestep him. “You shouldn't worry about that though. We used to attend to visitors together back then. This won't be any different and I intend to do this as a surprise visit.”He let me.I push the door open, my heart pounding in my chest. And I used to be glad of my ability to be able to see only him even in the midst of crowds but now, I'm regretting it.Because Asher is leaning against a half naked woman sitting on his desk, papers scattered around them.A breath lodges in my throat.I don’t scream. I don’t move. I don’t make a sound.I just watch.Her legs are wrapped around his waist, his shirt unbuttoned, lips barely inches from hers—both lost in a world I don’t belong to. Not anymore. Maybe I never did."Asher," I whisper, but my voice breaks before it reaches him.His head snaps to me. And when his eyes land on me, there is no shock. No guilt. Just… surprise. Like I’m a forgotten memory come to life.The
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Chapter 3

~ ALINA ~The words didn't hit like a slap. No, slaps are quick. This felt like drowning, like being held under murky water with no one reaching to pull me out.I stare at Asher, my heart thudding in my chest. “How old is he now? Six right?” I say, my voice barely audible. “He still draws me with purple hair right? And does he still sleep with the scarf I gave him?”“Ali–”I shake my head, interrupting him.I know none of it mattered. Did it?The sleepless night.The lullabies.The tiny hand that once gripped my finger like I'm his whole world.After all, he's a kid. They latch on to whatever warmth they could get. This isn't any different.And Asher?He let it happen.I know he'd stand by and watch our son give my name to someone else, and that name wasn't just a word. It was a piece of my soul.“I'm leaving.” I manage to say with a shuddering breath.I need to see him. Asher must be lying right?“Alina.” He calls again. “You can… you can stay. I'll take care of you and you'll still
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Chapter 4

~ ALINA ~ The music inside the bar is loud. Lights flicker, red and amber, casting long shadows and making the furniture and those sitting by the stool opposite the bartender look long.I don’t belong here.Nobody looks at me. Not even a second glance. Which is weird because I’m wearing gloves and I smell like medicine despite the perfume Cici had sprayed on my body but maybe in here, that’s the dress code.I make it to the counter, half-leaning, half-clinging to it, afraid the floor might disappear.“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks without looking.I panic.What do people order when they want to forget?“Uh…” I scan the bottles like I’m reading a menu in a foreign language. “Something strong. And… sad.”He raises an eyebrow but nods, pulling out a glass and pouring something amber and white into it. I don’t ask what it is. I lift it to my lips like a dare and take a sip.It burns.Perfect.I reach for my gloves, sliding them off and stuffing them into my pocket. No more filters.
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Chapter 5

~ RONAN ~I don’t usually do this.Hell, I don’t even like people. Not since my stepmother taught me how cruelty can wear silk, and my step sisters showed me how manipulation can come with sweet voices and fake tears.But there’s something about her.Trembling fingers. The scent of antiseptic and medicine clinging to her like a second skin.So I say yes.Not because I want to sleep with her.I don’t sleep with strangers.But because she looks like she won’t make it through the night unless someone does.And when I take her to my hotel-room…She comes apart like glass in my hands.One finger, then two. She’s all heat and need, lips parted around a sob she refuses to let out. I don’t kiss her. I don’t ask. I just give her the release she’s clawing toward like salvation.And when she shatters—writhing, gasping, clenching around me like I’m the only anchor she has left, head lolled back, hair stuck to sweat-damp skin—she looks like a goddamn angel ruined by war.I should pull away.Let he
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