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Baylees POVAfter that, the day slips by in this golden haze of laughter and sunlight.We have a BBQ at the lake house. The scent of grilled food fills the air, kids run barefoot through the garden, and music plays just loud enough to make the trees sway with the bass. I sit with May and Mum on one of the giant outdoor sofas, wrapped in a blanket with Aspen at my feet while we watch our family being unapologetically happy.Caden joins in with the water fight. Shirtless. Soaking wet. Stupidly hot.Ailm drools in the back of my mind, whispering things that make my cheeks burn even as I laugh. Cade, his counterpart, growls low and deep like even he’s losing patience. They’re both riding the same wavelength of bond-drunk affection. Restless. Hungry.Soon, I promise. But even I’m getting dizzy with need.We finish the night with a giant movie marathon, all the kids piled into blankets and bodies sprawled everywhere. James falls asleep curled into Dad’s chest. Soph

Caden and I walk into the packhouse kitchen like two guilty teenagers trying to sneak in after curfew, except… well, we’re both wearing oversized Pack Warrior t-shirts and shorts that definitely weren’t ours when we woke up this morning.Fresh, yes. Stylish? Absolutely not. I’m pretty sure mine could double as a picnic blanket, and Caden’s has the words “SHIFT HAPPENS” written across the back in bold white letters.“Act natural,” I whisper through clenched teeth as we shuffle in trying to be natural. My hair’s still damp and suspiciously frizzy, and Caden’s shirt is stretched so tight you can see his nipples through the fabric. We look like two stray dogs who just raided the emergency clothing bin and called it fashion.Caden tries to fix his face into something casual, but he’s got that smug “I just ruined my mate against cold tile” look that gives everything away.“Morning!” Mum chirps from the table with a knowing smile that makes me want to fake my own death. She

Caden lifts his chin and takes a breath, his voice strong, echoing across the crowd.“Thank you. Yes, my Beta will be taking over for Beta Matt and Beta Ben. He is Beta Ryan McGrath—son to Beta Ben, Beta Matt, and Beta Fiona McGrath.”There’s a murmur of warmth from the pack—respect for legacy and strength passed down through love and bond.Ryan steps forward, tall and calm, the weight of responsibility sitting easily on his shoulders. Without hesitation, he slices his palm and clasps Caden’s hand in a firm shake.There’s a visible flicker in his eyes—a quick, involuntary shudder as the combined aura of Matt and Ben floods through him, embedding deep into his soul. The transfer of their authority is raw magic—silent and powerful.The past lives in him now, Cade murmurs inside Caden’s chest. The future bows to him too.Elder Roberts watches them a moment, then turns.“Beta Ryan, do you swear to submit to your Alpha and Luna, to protect and serve this pack

Caden growls low and deep in his chest before pulling me into a kiss that crackles with barely restrained electricity. I deepen it, wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers threaded into his hair as if the two of us might burn away if we let go. His grip tightens around my waist like he needs me rooted to him or the whole world might shift off its axis.But then—someone dares clear their throat behind us.We both pause, still tangled together, eyes locking with a silent shared annoyance.The interruption? None other than the Alpha and Luna of the Canon Pack. They look thunderous, seething with outrage, puffed-up pride in the place where wisdom should’ve been.Luke appears at my side in an instant, jaw tight, eyes worried. I raise an eyebrow, still seated firmly in Caden’s lap, still calm. Regal. Patient.“Yes?” I say smoothly, voice laced in polite venom, the edges of my smile like the glint of a blade.“You just killed two of our people,” the Alpha snaps, v

I shifted in Caden’s lap just enough to get a proper look at the room. Evelyn appeared beside me like a magical food fairy, placing plates and steaming bowls across the table like we weren’t about to change the fate of multiple packs before breakfast. “Thanks, Evelyn,” I smiled, grabbing a piece of toast. “Could I also get more coffee? Like… a full pot?” “Already on it, Luna,” she winked and disappeared again. A man in his twenties — confident enough to speak first, but not so bold as to look me directly in the eye — leaned forward. “After what we saw last night, it’s clear the rumors are true. Your gifts, your authority…” he glanced between Caden and me, “…you are, without question, the Alpha of Alphas. We’d like to pledge our loyalty to you. We’ll continue to run our own packs, but we’ll follow you. We’ll fight beside you. We’ll never disrespect your reign.” I blinked, mildly stunned. That was… surprisingly formal. I glan