Piper'sMy chest heaves as I take another cautious step back, determined to keep the distance between me and Elijah.His golden eyes burn like molten fire, their intensity a stark contrast to the icy fear creeping through my veins.“Piper,” he says softly, his voice breaking through the stillness of the woods. He takes another step forward, and I flinch instinctively. "Don’t… don’t run from me.”His shoulders tense, his expression tight, as though my retreat has ripped his heart out and crushed it underfoot. But I can’t trust that look of pain—it could easily be a trick.I swallow hard, my throat dry, but I can’t help the thoughts racing through my mind. What does he want? Is he going to hurt me now that I know what he is? No, no, he wouldn’t… right? I’m his mate—he needs me. That’s what the book said. That is what he has always said, but the way he stalks closer silently has every survival instinct in me screaming to run.Yet, deep down, a tiny part of me isn’t scared or afraid. No,
ElijahThe sharp stench of rogues slams into my nostrils, vile and unmistakable. The putrid mix of rotting flesh, decay, and blood churns my stomach, threatening to make me gag. Even from miles away, I know exactly what it means.They don’t belong here.I grit my teeth and inhale deeply, forcing myself to focus despite the nausea rolling through me. “Rogues,” I mutter under my breath. “Of all the times.”Perfect timing. Just perfect.The air feels heavier, crackling with tension as I try to process what this means. Rogues in the human world? That shouldn’t be possible. There are only two ways to cross into this realm, and neither is easy—or permissible.The first is through a mystical portal or gateway. It’s how my men and I entered this world—the only lawful way. That’s why I’ve placed paintings of wolves throughout my hotel. They’re more than decoration; they’re pathways, serving as bridges between the two realms, allowing us to shift into human form and blend in unnoticed.But the
PiperI’m floating in a haze, somewhere between consciousness and the pull of something warm and familiar. My body feels heavy, but my mind races, fragments of my dream twisting together like a kaleidoscope of fear and confusion.Where am I?My fingers twitch, curling into the soft fabric beneath me. My lips move, but no sound comes out. I force my eyes open slowly, the bright light stabbing into my skull. Blinking hard, I try to adjust.Am I dreaming?For a moment, I hope so. The images in my head—too strange, too wild—can’t be real. A wolf with golden eyes, staring at me, speaking to me as if I belonged to it. Its words were sharp, mocking, but the way it looked at me... No. That couldn’t be real. And the most ridiculous part? The wolf turned into Elijah.Crazy, right?I take a deep breath, my body relaxing just a fraction. But then I feel it—sparks, tingling warmth running through me where someone is holding me. My heart slows, the fear dissolving, replaced by a strange calm. It fe
Piper I stop halfway through my meal, my stomach twisting and nausea crawling up my throat. The food that had once looked so perfect now feels heavy, unbearable. I set the fork down with a quiet clink and push the plate away. I can't eat anymore. Not without feeling like I'll throw up.“I’m okay,” I say quickly, though I don’t feel it at all.Elijah doesn’t argue. He nods once, then he lifts a hand to signal someone. A quiet knock follows, and a staff member enters to clear the plate. I keep my eyes fixed on my lap as the food disappears. My hands feel clammy. My heart feels... heavy.When the room falls quiet again, I take a breath and swing my legs off the bed, the floor cold against my bare feet. I move carefully, testing him, waiting for his hand to shoot out and stop me. But it doesn’t come.He takes a step back, his face impassive, as if he’s giving me all the space in the world. As if he’s keeping his promise to let me go. For a second, I hesitate. My chest tightens with the
Piper.I catch my reflection in the mirror, my breath hitching at the sight of the angry red handprint covering half my face. It’s stark against my skin, and I swear I can feel my bone aching beneath it. There’s no way Zoe could have hit me this hard unless she’s starting to inherit wolf strength. No ordinary human could have left a mark like this.Bitch.I grab my makeup bag, my hands trembling as I cover the bruise with layers of concealer. It doesn’t erase the pain, but it hides the evidence. I can’t bear to look at it anymore.Throwing the last of my clothes into my suitcase, I zip it shut with trembling hands. My chest feels tight, my breath uneven, but I force myself to believe this is the right thing to do. Grabbing the handle, I drag the suitcase out of the room, its wheels rattling loudly against the tiled floor.Elijah isn’t in sight when I step into the hallway. Relief washes over me, but it’s bitter. As usual, a small, pathetic part of me had hoped he’d be there—hoped he’d
Standing in front of the hotel feels like standing at the edge of a cliff. I thought I had left this place behind for good—along with everything it represented.I should be in my tiny apartment, curled up in my bed. Instead, I’m staring at the glowing "Wildwood Hotel" sign, the place I swore I’d never step foot in again. My stomach churns, and I clench my fists. A part of me—a part I hate—is craving to see Elijah again. His name alone sends a shiver down my spine.I hate myself for it.I glance at Adam, who’s leaning casually against the front desk, a smug look plastered across his face as he checks us in. I want to throttle him. The bile rises in my throat at the thought of being called Mrs. Adams.“Why are you standing there like a lost puppy? Come on, we need to check into our room,” he says, loud enough to draw attention.I glare at him, my voice dripping with venom. “Our room? You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way I’m sharing a room with your miserable ass.”Adam smirks, th
I sit on the cold floor of my destroyed office, shards of glass crunching beneath my boots as I lean my head back against the wall. The air reeks of frustration—mine and my wolf’s. My hands hang limp at my sides, fingers curling into fists when I feel her.The bond tugs faintly, a whisper of her presence lingering like a ghost around me. She’s back... she's here.I don’t need anyone to tell me. I knew the second she stepped into the hotel. It’s like my wolf snapped out of his frenzy and froze, his ears perking up like he could hear her heartbeat from miles away.The door creaks open, and Calab steps inside. His eyes briefly scan the wreckage before they land on me. He doesn’t speak immediately, just whistles low under his breath as his boots crush glass on the way in.“Well,” he says, stopping to survey the damage. “I can see your redecorating plans are... ambitious.”I don’t respond, and he tilts his head, studying me.“She’s back,” he says, his voice low.“I know.” My voice comes ou
Piper The sharp click of my heels echoes through the long hallway, but it’s drowned out by the heavier thud of Adam’s footsteps behind me despite my attempt to outpace him. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. My hands clench into fists as I struggle to ignore him. This part of the hotel is supposed to be relaxing—lined with boutique stores and soft music playing in the background. But with Adam tailing me, it feels like a battlefield.“Who was the waiter?” His voice is a harsh hiss, sharp enough to turn a few heads nearby. “The one you dated while staying here? Were you cheating on me?”I stop dead in my tracks, whirling around to face him, disbelief written all over my face. Is he serious? Him—accusing me of cheating? The audacity almost makes me laugh.“Have you started smoking something, Adam?” I ask, tilting my head with mock concern, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because you’re clearly delusional if you think I’m the cheater in this equation.”His lips curl i
Piper’s POVLast night was hell.Even with the walls separating us, I could hear Zoe crying. The sound of it seeped into my bones, and no matter how much I tried to shut it out, it clung to me, thick and heavy. Her pain was suffocating. My heart ached for her, and I cried too—maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just because I couldn’t stand hearing her break like that.When I woke up, my eyes were swollen, and my head pounding from the lack of sleep. Elijah had told me Ryder finally broke the news to Zoe about her babies, and since then, she hadn’t stopped crying. At one point, I even wished I wasn’t a werewolf, that I was still human—because then I wouldn’t have to hear every gut-wrenching sob.Now, as I step out into the cold morning air, I wipe my swollen eyes and make my way toward the entrance of the Luna Court. Elijah had told me we’d be leaving today, that I didn’t need to pack—not that I had much to begin with. Honestly, I was relieved to leave this place behi
Piper’s POVI sprint down the hallway, my breaths coming in sharp, panicked bursts. The walls blur past me, the thick scent of antiseptic and blood clinging to the air, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.Please, let Zoe be okay. Let the babies survive.The thought of her lifeless, her babies lost forever to Serena’s dark magic, squeezes my heart, making it harder to breathe.I push through the clinic doors, and the sight before me makes my stomach drop.Zoe lies on the hospital bed, pale and fragile, her body covered in wires and IV drips. Ryder is sitting beside her, his large hand cradling hers, his thumb gently stroking her skin as if his touch alone could keep her anchored to this world.A sob escapes my lips before I can stop it.Ryder’s head snaps up, his tired eyes meeting mine. His face is etched with grief, exhaustion lining every sharp angle of his jaw. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgement before pressing a lingering kiss to Zoe’s knuckles. Then, he carefully places her
Her scream reverberates through the walls, sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. But I stay pressed against the cold surface, keeping up the act.Serena glares, her chest rising and falling. “I have lived a thousand years,” she hisses. “And I am so close to becoming truly immortal. If I have to destroy all of you a thousand times to get there, then so be it.”She gestures toward Zoe with a flick of her wrist. “Your friend and her unborn children? They’ll give me, what? A hundred years at most? But you, Piper…”She steps closer, her cold breath ghosting against my skin.“The baby growing inside of you… your soul…” She smirks, her voice dropping to a whisper, laced with something dark and triumphant. “That will unlock my immortality.”My entire body goes still.Did she just say…?I have a baby growing inside me?I’m pregnant? Right now?Fuck.A lump rises in my throat as I lift my gaze to Zoe. She meets my eyes with a tired, sad smile—a silent congratulations, though she looks like s
PiperZoe’s tear-filled eyes plead with me to run, but I shake my head, swallowing down the fear clawing at my throat. I won’t leave her—not to this monster.I turn slowly, facing Serena. She still carries the commanding grace of a Luna, but I see her for what she truly is now—a dark witch who feeds on humans.But it’s the blood-red necklace around her throat that draws my attention. Anna’s warning echoes in my mind. That necklace could be her weakness. But how the hell do I get close enough to take it?I take a deep breath, forcing my anger into a bitter laugh. "So, the whole story about the curse was fake?" My voice drips with disbelief. “All that talk about needing me to awaken my wolf, training me to be strong enough to bear twelve pups—it was all just part of your twisted plans?”Serena’s lips curl into a smirk, but something flickers in her eyes—just for a moment. Guilt? It vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared.“I see your friend has told you everything,” she tuts, shaking
The wind howls as I race through the forest, my paws barely skimming the ground, but no matter how fast I run, the unease in my chest refuses to subside.I try again to reach Piper through the mind link. Piper? Silence. Damn it, answer me! But there’s nothing—just an empty void where our connection should be.The mate bond is all over the place—one moment warm and steady, the next, flickering like a candle about to be snuffed out. It sends conflicting emotions surging through me—fear, urgency.I push myself harder, muscles burning, the trees blurring past me in streaks of green and brown. I need to get back to her. NowThen I see them.Dark figures moving in the distance, slinking between the trees. They aren’t wolves—aren’t anything I’ve seen before. Their forms shift in the moonlight—tall, grotesque creatures with elongated limbs and glowing red eyes that burn like embers. A low growl rumbles from my chest as I slow my pace, my muscles coiled, ready for a fight.One of them steps fo
"You lied, didn't you?" Anna rasps, her voice weak but laced with accusation.I arch a brow, tilting my head. "What?""You knew," she gasps, blinking rapidly as tears mix with the blood staining her face. "You knew that since Elijah marked you, you’d possess his strength and power. You knew you weren’t just human anymore. You tricked me into fighting you alone, knowing you would win." Her voice cracks, betrayal shining in her wide eyes.I roll my eyes, unimpressed. "Right now, Anna, I don’t think you have the right to be asking questions," I hiss, tightening my grip on her bloodied chin. "I’m the one asking questions here, dear, worthless Anna."She tries to push herself up, but her body fails her. With a whimper, she collapses back onto the bloodstained ground, her desperation evident as she turns her head, lips parting. "Help me," she croaks, weakly reaching out as if expecting someone—anyone—to save her."You think someone’s going to help you?" I seethe, stepping back. "Can’t you s
PiperFuck. Fuck. Fuck.If Serena truly was the same creature I saw in the woods, feasting on that poor human’s heart like it was nothing…And now she had Zoe in her captivity.That meant Zoe was next. She would eat her heart too—No. I refuse to believe it.Zoe and her babies were in serious danger.I clench my fists and lift my chin, meeting Serena’s unreadable gaze. "I know what you are." My voice drips with pure disgust.Her expression doesn't shift, but something flickers in her eyes—something dark and amused."Don't you dare lay a single finger on Zoe," I growl, stepping closer despite the instinct screaming at me to run. "Or I swear, I will kill you myself."She scoffs, her lips curling. "Kill me? You can’t even save yourself, little girl."My nails dig into my palms. “You think you’ll get away with this? If you harm me, Elijah will tear you apart. And if you touch Zoe, Ryder sure as hell will. But guess what? I won’t wait for them. I’ll kill you first.”Serena's smirk deepens,
Piper"It's all my fault—""Ryder, this isn't the time to blame yourself—""But it is my fault," Ryder repeats, his voice breaking as he falls to his knees, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His chest heaves with ragged breaths.I stare at him, speechless. Seeing someone as strong as Ryder—Elijah’s second-in-command, the fearless Beta—reduced to this shattered, terrified man is unnerving. But I know exactly what he’s feeling.Fear. Pure, gut-wrenching fear.Because if it were Elijah missing, I’d be losing my goddamn mind."If only I had stopped the search and returned to the Luna Court immediately after Elijah warned me," Ryder chokes out, shaking his head. "His message came urgently—he told me to go back, to stay close to you both. He knew something wasn’t right. He said it wasn’t safe. I should have listened immediately."A harsh, broken sob escapes him, and it’s painful to watch but we don’t have time for this.I push aside my own emotions and cro
PiperI push open the door to Elijah’s room, a grin stretching across my lips as Zoe’s exasperated groan follows me inside. Butterflies dance in my stomach as I step in, half-expecting to see him lounging on the bed, waiting for me.But the room is empty.I sigh, rolling my eyes. Of course, he’s making me wait.Typical.Still, I’m not surprised. He probably took my warning seriously and wants to avoid drawing suspicion from those nosy court ladies. Smart move. I shrug, deciding to take advantage of the extra time. A quick shower will do wonders—I want to feel fresh, soft, and irresistible when he finally gets here.I head to his bathroom, stripping down and stepping under the hot spray. The second his scent hits me, I smile. His shampoo. I lather it into my hair, letting the familiar smell soak into my skin. By the time I step out, I’m practically buzzing with anticipation.Wrapping a robe around my damp body, I run a hand through my wet hair. My reflection smirks back at me in the mi