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Lyon’s POVThe dining hall was set for what was supposed to be a private dinner. I had given strict orders for only the family to be present. I needed a quiet space to confront Raynka and Nima without the eyes of the pack watching our every move. But as I walked into the room, my blood turned cold.Three of the most senior pack elders were already seated at the long oak table. They were dressed in their formal robes, their faces stern and expectant. Raynka was standing near the head of the table, wearing a modest cream-colored dress that made her look like a grieving saint."What is this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.Raynka jumped slightly, clutching her chest. "Oh, Lyon! I am so sorry. I mentioned to Elder Silas that we were having a family gathering, and they insisted on coming to pay their respects to the boy. I didn't know how to say no without being rude.""You didn't know how to follow orders," I snapped."Lyon, si

Christie’s POVI spent my entire shift at the lab burying myself in paperwork and blood panels. I didn't take a lunch break. I didn't stop to chat with the other doctors. I thought that if I kept my brain busy enough, I could drown out the silence coming from my phone. It sat in my locker, a cold piece of plastic that held the wreckage of my personal life. During a quick coffee break, I made the mistake of opening a browser on the lab computer. A gossip blog that tracked the high-profile families of the North was the first thing to pop up. My heart stopped. There was a grainy, zoomed-in photo of Lyon’s estate. The headline was bold and cruel: "The Secret Heir of the North: Alpha Lyon’s Hidden Son Returns."I stared at the image until my eyes burned. The reality hit me like a physical punch to the stomach. While I was sitting here in a white coat, Lyon’s world had moved on. He was surrounded by his people, his history, and now, his son.

Christie’s POVThe early morning fog was still clinging to the ground when I pulled into the driveway. My eyes were burning from twelve hours of staring at lab reports and monitoring patients. As the headlights of the Bentley swept across the front of the Graves estate, I noticed a sleek black sedan parked near the hedges. My heart hammered against my ribs for a second. I thought it might be Lyon. I thought he had finally come to explain the silence. But as I stepped out of the car, a tall, lean figure emerged from the driver’s side of the sedan. It wasn't Lyon.It was Ren.He looked exhausted. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was full of a nervous energy I had never seen on him before. He kept glancing toward the street, as if he expected a pack of wolves to descend on him at any moment."Ren?" I asked, walking toward him. "What are you doing here? Does Lyon know you’re in the city?""Lyon doesn't know," Ren whispered, his voice low and urgent. "He would proba

Christie’s POV I stood at the base of the dais, my feet planted firmly on the cold floor. Around me, hundreds of people were bowed low, their bodies bent in a show of submission I couldn't understand. I was the only one standing tall. I felt like a small boat in the middle of a literal ocean of wolves.I didn't look at the crowd. I didn't look at the warriors who were already low-growling, the sound vibrating through the soles of my shoes. I ignored Raynka. From the corner of my eye, I could see her clutching Callum, her face twisted with a look of pure, murderous hatred. Her saintly mask had completely slipped.My eyes were locked on Lyon. He looked like he had seen a ghost. His amber eyes were wide, glowing with a light that was more wolf than man. He looked powerful, terrifying, and completely broken all at once."I know I don’t belong here," I said. My voice sounded small in the massive hall, but it didn't shake. "I don’t understand your world. I don’t understand your laws, your

Christie’s POVThe moment the heavy iron bolt clicked into place, the world narrowed down to this room. The shouting, the snarling, and the rhythmic drumming of my own heart against my ribs all seemed to settle into a low, vibrating hum. Lyon didn't let go of my hand immediately. He stood with his back to the door, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.The silence was brittle. It was the kind of silence that happens right before a storm breaks. A week of ignored calls, of grainy photos, and of gut-wrenching heartbreak sat between us like a physical wall. "You came," he whispered. He turned to face me, his eyes still glowing with that untamed amber light. "I thought I had lost you. I thought the silence meant you were done with me.""I almost was," I said, my voice cracking. I looked around the room, which was filled with his scent—pine and rain and something deeply masculine. "I saw the news, Lyon. I saw the pictures of th