41. An Attack

~NYRA~ "He survived." Knox sneers from the chair across from my desk, his eyes dark and sharp, saying the words like it's costing him something. "He did," I said, my voice steady and completely assured. A week had passed without a single issue, and somehow, against every expectation my uncle had, Ethan had managed to hold his own. Knox leaned back, crossing his arms, voice accusing. "You're too soft on him." "No, I'm not," I replied, holding his gaze without flinching. "Someone gave him a phone," Aaron mutters from where he was standing by the window, his back to us as he keeps his eyes on the ground below. Fucker. "It only dials me," I shot back, turning my glare on him. "Besides he was injured during the punishment and I need him alive." For the bond. For the council. “Yeah, yeah.” Aaron gulps, shrugging his shoulders, and quickly turns his eyes back out of the window. Knox scoffs, shaking his head. "Alive is one thing. Treating him like a guest in a fucking fiv

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42. ALPHA BROTHER

NYRA.“NYRA!”Aaron’s raw scream tears through the air a second before the shadow hits.I was so focused on Ethan that I didn't even hear the rogue lunging from the bush on my blind side. Fangs graze the nape of my neck, cold wind snapping past as a massive dark jaw snaps inches from my windpipe.Before I can even twist to tear into him, a sound rips through the clearing—a thick, terrifying roar that shakes the very leaves off the trees.It isn't a growl. It’s a violent crack of power.A jet-black wolf, with pale green coating its top fur, easily larger than Knox and nearly matching my own frame, hits the rogue mid-air like a battering ram, the impact sounding like a thunderclap, like lightning striking the ground in one majestic roar.Aaron.My mind halts for a second. He—who whined about Alpha training every single day, who hated the blood, who swore he never wanted to lead—just forced his shift in a split second of pure, unadulterated instinct to protect me.His second shift. In th

Last Updated : 2026-09-20

43. The Past

~ETHAN~ “You can go,” Nyra dismisses me, as if I were the one who had begged to tag along with her. The Wolfy is gone. She is back in her human form now, wearing only an oversized shirt that barely covers her hips and ass, and the image of her being naked stays stuck in my head. I turn away, taking a step back, even though my first instinct is to check on her wounds. She's bleeding, I can see it clearly from the red staining the pale fabric of her shirt. My fingers tighten around the hilt of my silver sword. The cold metal feeling heavy against my palm—a weapon made to hunt her kind, yet holding it now feels strange. I start counting her injuries in my head, weighing the odds. She is bleeding, and blood loss leads to shock. She needs medicine. No. She is a monster, I mean wolf—her body heals itself much faster than a human's. The chances of her bleeding out are low. But what if her body can't keep up this time? Forget it. Stop running the numbers, Ethan. Emotion ruins logic

Last Updated : 2026-09-21

44. Two Orphans

~NYRA~ “That wolf,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice cracked and hollow. “It… it killed my parents.” “What?” A gasp escapes my lips involuntarily. The heat of his breath stings the side of my neck, but it’s the violent tremor running through his frame that freezes me completely. Ethan—the man who would rather swallow glass than show a single crack in his composure—is clinging to me as if the ground beneath his boots is caving in. His hands are locked around my waist, his knuckles digging through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Aren't you an orphan?” I ask softly, the anger burning in my veins evaporating into the quiet, heavy air of the office. “No, I was orphaned,” he answers, his arms tightening around me for a fraction of a second, as if confirming he was still anchored to the present. He was orphaned. My mind races through everything I know about him, there's no such information in his records, just a clean file listing him as raised in state care. “How?” I ask, the

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

45. What You Want

~NYRA~ I sat behind my heavy oak desk, now fully dressed in a tank top and track pants, my hair pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail. Knox sat opposite me in one of the leather armchairs, his large frame tense, his eyes tracking my every movement with a dark, brooding intensity. The silence between us stretched long and uncomfortable until I leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the armrests, lacing my fingers together. "What do you need to talk about, Knox?" I asked casually, keeping my voice level and unbothered. "Your human," he replied, his tone laced with a sudden, sharp hostility that cut right through the calm room. "Ethan.” My eyes narrow. ” And what do you need to say about him?" "He would have died out there, Nyra," Knox snarls, leaning forward, his jaw tight enough to crack stone. "He froze like a helpless deer in front of a fucking rogue.” "Yes, I have had the conversation with him," I replied coldly, my Alpha voice bleeding slightly into my words to rem

Last Updated : 2026-09-23

46. The Helplessness

~ETHAN~ Three point four seconds. That was how long my hands had locked around the base of the blade when the rogue broke the tree line. Three point four seconds of total motor shutdown. A wolf could cover thirty yards in that window. A wolf could tear out a human throat twice over before the human brain even registered what had happened. Trying to match them with physical strength is just stupidity, a losing equation for me. I didn't have the muscle density, the reflex speed, or the accelerated healing. If I wanted to survive here, if I wanted to stop being a liability, I had to change the variables. Some other method. Blades are only usable to an extent, and require close proximity, increasing the risks... Guns...they might be a better option, but bullets have no effect on wolves. I had shot Nyra. Yeah, I did. And she survived, without even a scar. Point forty five ACP bullets have no effect on them. I leaned back against the railing of the window, staring down at the empty

Last Updated : 2026-09-29