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Zane I had felt her eyes on me since the moment the body hit the ground. Through passing out instructions and telling my wolves what to do, my wolf was hinting at the glaring stare she was giving us.  And after a while of acting nonchalant, I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch her through the gap in the tent flap. Her face was pale and her eyes wide with fear, shock written plainly across her face. And for a moment—just a brief, unwelcome moment—I wondered what she saw when she looked at me. A protector? An Alpha doing what needed to be done? Or a monster? I turned away before the thought could take root, directing my attention back to the task at hand. “Burn the body beyond the ward line,” I said, my voice steady despite the uncomfortable twist in my chest. “I want no trace of him left. Also, search him thoroughly for any clue we could use.” “Yes, Alpha,” Rasmus said, already moving to follow the comman

Zane Tiana’s eyes flicked to me for a brief moment, her jaw parting slightly in surprise. Then she looked away just as quickly, as if afraid to hold my gaze for too long. The conversation around the fire gradually returned to where it had been, wolves chatting about minor things as the flames burned lower. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the confidence in Tiana’s voice. Bonding with me had elevated her to Luna, yes—but the blood running through her veins was still that of an omega. An omega should not possess that level of authority. That clarity. That precision. The thought refused to leave me. Different analyses tangled with one another, my wolf circling the same conclusions again and again until my chest felt tight with it. An hour later, I rose to my feet. “I’m going to check the perimeter,” I announced. “Want company, Alpha?” Rowan asked. “No. Stay with the camp.” I walked away before anyone could object, pa

Tiana “I got this for you.” I looked up from the book I’d been forcing myself to read, my breath catching at the sight of Zane standing in the doorway of my chambers. He held a small wooden box in his hands, his expression blank as always.  “For me?” The words came out surprised. He crossed the room with that predatory grace that never failed to make my pulse quicken, stopping a few feet away.  “Yes.” He extended the box.  “Thank you,” I muttered, reaching out. “But why would you?” “You cooked at camp,” he replied. “The meal I thought Rowan had prepared.” Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory.  “I made a promise,” he continued. “I keep my promises.” My hands trembled slightly as I received the box. The wood was smooth and dark, carved with intricate patterns that caught the afternoon light. We had been back from camp for three days now.  And now he was here, giving me a gift. I lifted the lid of the

Tiana We were all gathered in the dining hall, our first official meeting with Margaret, Luna Margot’s daughter, as Zane had announced. The long table in the hall was packed with higher-ranking wolves and most of the unit leaders. Margaret sat beside Kaius, perfectly positioned where everyone could see her. She was beautiful. That was the first thing I had noticed when she’d stepped out of that car yesterday. Tall and slim with hair that fell in glossy waves past her shoulders. Everything about her screamed proper Alpha’s daughter. “The journey was long,” Margaret was saying, her voice high enough to include the whole table. “But worth it to finally meet everyone. My mother speaks so highly of Fangstain.” One of the leaders smiled. “Luna Margot is a wise leader. We’re honored by this alliance.” “The honor is mine.” Margaret’s smile was warm. “To be welcomed into such a strong pack. It’s more than I could have hoped for.” She placed her hand over Kaius’s where it rest

Tiana Two hours after sunset, I stood outside Zane’s room with my hand raised to knock. I had changed three times, finally settling on a simple dress, and brushed my hair until it fell in waves past my shoulders. Then, I immediately pulled it back into a braid because what was I doing, trying to look pretty for him? My knuckles rapped against the wood before I could talk myself out of it. “Come in.” His voice was muffled through the door but clear enough. I pushed it open and stepped inside. Zane’s desk was covered in papers and maps that he had clearly been working on before I arrived. He stood beside it now, one hand braced on the wooden surface, watching me enter. “You asked me to come,” I said, hating how uncertain my voice sounded. Zane didn’t respond immediately. Just looked at me with his expression giving nothing away. I moved further into the room, my feet carrying me toward the bed without conscious thought. I sat on the edge, folding my hands in my l