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Ch. 12

Noah I’ve been dreading this council meeting all week. Donovan Reeves, Alpha of a bordering pack, has formally filed a border dispute claim. And it’s just the cherry on top of the shit sundae life has been feeding me lately. He’s been a pain in my ass since the day I took over as Alpha, like a shark sensing blood in the water. Filing a formal claim is just his latest move in his campaign to see if the change in Alpha has weakened Ironwood enough for him to press the advantage. The formalization changes the response options available to me. He’s forcing me into a decision. Fight or flight. Whichever I choose sends a message about what he’s up against. I have to choose wisely. I've spent two days preparing for this meeting, in between obsessing over my recent diagnosis, and I think I know what I'm going to say. At least I hope I do. But the anger of being backed into a corner is simmering in my veins, and containing it feels a lot harder than usual. The council chamber holds twelve

Ch. 13

NoahAs soon as I make it back to my office, I pick up the phone to call Jaxon. I’m not sure why I’m in such a hurry to talk to the man everyone keeps comparing me to, especially after I just lost my shit with the last guy who did it. But at the end of the day, the asshole is still my best friend. "Reeves filed," I say the moment he picks up. He doesn’t respond right away, there’s a rustling sound in the background and I can swear I hear someone moaning through the phone. “Is that… Am I catching you at a bad time?”"I figured he would," Jaxon says, ignoring my question. I hear a door close and the background noise disappears. "He's been positioning for this for two years. Your predecessor—" He groans then admits, "I didn't handle the warning signs as well as I should have.""You had other things happening." I smile, thinking about where he is now and the happiness he’s found. At least one of us got a happy ending. "I did." You can hear it in his voice—the warmth of someone who has la

Ch. 14

CassandraManaging to find someone to watch Liam so I can go to work is easier than I thought it would be. Unfortunately, I know it won’t last. I have nothing to offer in return except the money I earn and I can’t afford to give up too much of that and still keep my son fed. Not that it matters anyway. My time at the Ashford settlement is limited. But I’ll take the work while I can get it and save as much as I can. I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee when Geraldine saunters over to my desk and waits for me to acknowledge her presence. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my nerves prickle with tension. Somehow I know what comes next won’t be good. "The Alpha has made a decision about the accommodation program," she starts, setting a single sheet of paper on the filing room desk. "It's being scaled back. Political considerations. Nothing personal."I stare at the paper, trying to make sense of the words. But I can’t focus through the tears swimming in my eyes. I t

Ch. 15

CassandraI come back around to the sound of Liam. It’s the first thing I register. Followed quickly by the pain that seems to engulf me from head to toe and how difficult it is to suck in a breath. No, please No! I don’t want him to see me like this!He’s not crying. Not the loud, urgent crying of a child who needs something, but the quiet kind. The soft crying of a child who knows there is no one to hear him but can’t keep the sound from escaping anyway.He's beside me where I’m lying on the road. He's not supposed to be here. I told him to stay by the car. He must have heard something—or came looking for me when I didn’t come back—or heard the sounds and—His small hand is pressed flat against the cut above my cheekbone. The way he's seen adults press wounds."Mama," he says, when I open my eyes. Just: Mama. The word doing the work of every feeling he has—relief and fear and the steadiness of a four-year-old who is trying to comfort his adult parent the only way he knows how.I squi

Ch. 16

Noah Donovan Reeves is becoming a festering thorn in my side I just can’t seem to pluck out. His latest territorial filing has been on my desk for the past week. I’ve been ignoring it just as long.I've done all the right things—my response has been thorough, well-researched, and based on legal precedent that should have shut him down once and for all. But he just keeps filing the damn things like he can change the outcome by sheer force of will.If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s trying to force me into a war. And a fight right now is one thing I cannot fucking afford. Not that I’m not pissed enough to want to spill his blood all over the precious land he wants so badly. But I know that’s just the disease talking, and that scares the hell out of me. That line of thought just sends me straight down the rabbit hole I’ve been trying to avoid. Since the second Dr. Lukas put a probable timeline on my RMS progression, I’ve been trying to keep it as an abstraction in my head. Two year

Ch. 17

Noah Dr. Lukas's office is quiet when I arrive for my appointment at the end of the day. She already has my latest blood work results laid out when I arrive. She's organized the information completely, identified what's changed since the last panel, prepared to give me the full picture without softening it."The progression is consistent," her lips turn down when she delivers the news. "Slow. But moving." She shows me the markers—I've learned enough in the past two weeks to read them myself. "The headache frequency is what I want to address today.""Two really bad ones in the last two weeks." I confess. Hiding it won’t help her help me, I decide. "Increasing from one in three weeks. That's a change in pattern." She makes a note. "I want you on a mild neurological support protocol—it won't stop the progression but it may slow the headache frequency. I need you to tell me immediately if you experience any cognitive episodes.""Defined as?" I hedge, the episode in the council meeting to

Ch. 18

Cassandra The visitor hold at Ironwood is a small room with two chairs and a table and a window that looks out at the eastern grounds. It’s nice enough. But also the place only visitors who might not be welcome to stay for long end up. It’s no surprise I fall firmly in that category. I settle into a plastic chair and stifle a yelp at the pain the movement inflicts. It’s five in the morning and I’ve been awake all night. I’m exhausted with a four-year-old sleeping in my lap and cracked ribs and a face that I know looks exactly as bad as it feels, waiting for the man I wronged to come decide what to do with me. And did I mention I’m nervous as hell?The guard who brought us here was professional. Not exactly warm but not cruel either. He brought me water that I can’t drink without fear it won’t stay down, whether due to my nerves or my injuries, I couldn’t say. I just know cruelty is not off the table once Noah arrives. We've been here twenty minutes when Liam starts to stir. He take

Ch. 19

Cassandra Noah is sending me a message. A message that clearly says “You’re not a priority. I’ll get to you when I get to you.” Well, message received. He’s left me waiting in this tiny room for an hour and the longer I wait, the more effort it takes not to claw out of my skin. My nerves are officially shot. My heart rate kicks up when I finally hear footsteps in the corridor, like it’s trying to race right out of my chest. I stiffen—absorbing what my ribs have to say about that—and shift Liam into a position that will let me stand without dropping him. He stirs but doesn't fully wake when I settle him in the chair beside me with his head on my folded up jacket. I gingerly push to standing, because I’ll be damned if I meet him from a place of weakness when I finally see him again. “Oh fuck,” I groan at the grind of swollen joints complaining when I move, and hope to hell he didn’t hear me. The footsteps pause right outside the door and I take a deep breath, ignoring the way my rib

Ch. 20

Noah I let Cassandra stew for an hour before I finally allow myself to even think about talking to her. I’m still not even sure what possessed me to agree to see her when the gate guard called about her arrival. I’m chalking it up to temporary insanity. I've used every minute of that hour to prepare myself for the last thing I ever thought I’d find myself faced with, today or any day. Facing my rejected mate again. The bond started doing something the moment the gate guard said her name. A tug behind my navel I haven't felt in six months—the one I’ve spent every day since our bond snapped trying to forget. I need to be in control of what she sees when I walk through that door. I need my face to be something I've chosen rather than something the bond wants.With every step closer to her I remind myself what she is. The woman who decided to deny our bond, to look past me completely. Not a stranger making a frightened choice—she knew me. Had known me for years through Jaxon and Skye an

Ch. 21

Noah I move before I decide to, closing the three feet between Cassandra and I faster than thought, and she lands against me rather than the floor. Her weight against me is—I don't finish that thought."Hey." I sweep her up into my arms and manage to sit us both in the chair, keeping her upright. "Stay with me." She moans but doesn’t open her eyes, taking gasping breaths.I look at Liam, who is on his feet with a terrified expression that he tries and fails to hide. “I’m right there with you buddy,” I think to myself. “I’m pretty terrified too.” "Liam. She's okay.” I try to reassure him.” I need you to stay right here for a minute while I help her. Can you do that?" He nods and doesn’t move.She's breathing—I check that first. But the rhythm of it is wrong, coming in fits and starts rather than smooth and steady like it should. The kind of wrong that means whatever injury she’s dealing with, her lungs are involved. That’s never a good sign. Panic builds like a kindling fire in my ch

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