“I…I need time to think,” I said. “I feel overwhelmed, Dad.”He sighed. “Well, you should go to your room then. We’ll discuss the wolves tomorrow.”I nodded. “Thank you.”I made my way to my bedroom, barely noticing where I was going in my haze. As soon as I reached my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and exhaled slowly. The ceremonial dress felt suddenly heavy. Dominic’s face—angry, possessive, hurt—flashed through my mind as I moved toward the bathroom.I kicked off my heels, wincing as my sore feet touched the cool surface, and flicked on the bathroom light as I began removing my jewelry. Earrings, bracelet, the silver Moon Pack pendant that marked me as a princess.My fingers reached for the zipper at the back of my dress, pulling it down in one smooth motion. The fabric slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet.That’s when it hit me—the scent.I froze, flaring my nostrils. Dominic. His woodsy scent clung to my skin, where his hands had gripped my arms, my waist. The sce
(Penelope)On Saturday afternoon, I packed the last of my documents into my leather portfolio. The Black Forest council meeting demanded formal attire, and I’d chosen a navy blue suit that projected authority while remaining comfortable for the long session.“Everything’s ready,” I muttered to myself, checking my appearance one final time in the mirror.My phone alarm chimed, reminding me I needed to leave in fifteen minutes to arrive on time. The council wouldn’t wait, especially not for a female Alpha-Heir still proving herself worthy of respect.A small knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, expecting Marcus or one of the pack assistants.Instead, Debbie’s head peeked around the door, her green eyes wide and hopeful. She bounded into the room wearing her favorite yellow dress, hair neatly braided—clearly dressed for an outing.“Are you going somewhere, sweetheart?” I asked, zipping my portfolio closed.“With you!” she announced proudly, twirling to show off
(Penelope)I stared at Dominic, refusing to let his barb pierce my composure.“I wasn’t aware you were monitoring my schedule, Dominic,” I replied coolly. “How thoughtful of you to concern yourself with my punctuality.”“The council doesn’t run on Moon Pack time, Penelope. Some of us respect tradition.”“And some of us were handling actual pack emergencies rather than preening for an entrance,” I shot back.Around us, council members and pack leaders paused their conversations, attention drawn to our confrontation like moths to flame. The circular chamber, ancient and imposing under its vaulted ceiling, suddenly felt too small.Dominic stepped closer, invading my personal space. “What emergency? Another nail broken? Or did your new fiancé need help picking out his tie?”“My responsibilities are none of your concern,” I stated firmly. “You lost the right to question me five years ago.”“Lost the right?” He laughed harshly. “I still have every right. You may have broken our bond, but y
(Penelope) The council hall fell into silence after Alpha Kenneth’s revelation. Black eyes. Wolves that wouldn’t shift back. The implications sent chills racing down my spine.Alpha Gregory from the Western Lakes territory stood gravely. “Kenneth isn’t alone in his encounter. We captured one of these…abominations last week.”“Captured?” Alpha Benjamin looked shocked. “Is it still alive?”“If you can call it that,” Gregory replied grimly. “The creature fights against restraints day and night. Don't sleep. Barely eats. Just snarls and strains against silver chains that should have weakened any normal wolf.”“What about communication?” asked a female Beta from the southern territories. “Have any shown signs of intelligence or recognition?”Gregory shook his head. “Nothing recognizably sentient. It’s as though the wolf has consumed the human entirely.”“That’s not possible,” my father interjected firmly. “The balance between wolf and human is fundamental to our nature. Nothing can perma
(Penelope) The council meeting adjourned after three exhausting hours of debate and planning. Pack leaders dispersed toward the buffet laid out in the adjoining hall—a tradition after these gatherings.The scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and sweet pastries reminded me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I selected a modest plate of rare venison, roasted vegetables, and a slice of crusty bread.Most Alphas clustered in groups, continuing discussions from the meeting while their Betas hovered nearby. I deliberately chose an isolated table near the large windows overlooking the Black Forest.I sliced a piece of venison, savoring the rich flavor as I gazed out at the ancient trees. My phone lay beside my plate—I needed to check on Debbie soon. The memory of her tearful face when I left her with Ryan twisted my stomach.“This seat taken?”I didn’t need to look up. Dominic’s scent announced his presence. He placed his plate across from mine without waiting for permission.“Actually, I wa
(Penelope)I tucked my empty plate away and stood to leave when a heavy hand clasped my shoulder.“Leaving so soon?”I turned to face Alpha Reginald, one of the oldest members of the council. His silver hair slicked back against his scalp. His watery blue eyes raked over me appreciatively, lingering too long on places they shouldn’t.“Council business calls,” I replied coolly, stepping back to break his contact.“Surely you have time for one drink?” He produced a crystal glass of ruby-red wine, extending it toward me. His yellowed smile stretched across his face. “A toast to our new partnership against these mutant threats.”My instinct screamed to decline, but pack politics demanded certain courtesies. Reginald controlled three southern hunting grounds that Iron Mountain needed access to.“One quick drink,” I conceded reluctantly.He pressed the glass into my hand, his fingers lingering against mine unpleasantly. “Penelope, I’ve always admired your beauty and leadership, as well as a
(Penelope)The drug still pulsed through me, but consciousness had mostly returned. My fingers traced the torn button on my blouse absently.The trees thickened as we approached Iron Mountain’s borders. Security cameras disguised as bird nests monitored every approach—a modern addition my father had implemented after several attempted infiltrations last year. “It’s quite uncomfortable, having those in your face,” said Dominic. “I still don’t have cameras at the packhouse.”“Maybe you should,” I observed simply. “Times change. Threats evolve.”He nodded thoughtfully. “The rogue wolves?”“Among other concerns.”The car rounded a final bend, bringing Iron Mountain’s massive boundary gates into view.Without warning, a piercing alarm shattered the silence. Red lights flashed along the perimeter wall.Dominic slammed on the brakes as dark figures materialized from concealed positions, surrounding our vehicle in seconds.“What the hell?” he growled, staring at the warriors who had seeming
(Penelope)“Edward met Debbie?” I repeated. “Without asking me first?”My father’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize you’d object. He’s your arranged mate, after all.”“Potential mate,” I corrected sharply. “And Debbie is my daughter—my responsibility. No one meets her without my permission.”“Penelope,” my father said soothingly, “you need to see the healer. We can discuss Edward’s visit afterward.”I shook my head stubbornly, ignoring the way it made the world swim. “I need to see Debbie first.”“The drug in your system—”“Is fading,” I insisted, though my unsteady legs argued otherwise. “I promised her bedtime stories.”My father sighed, recognizing the futility of arguing with me on anything concerning Debbie. “At least let me help you to the house.”I accepted his support reluctantly as we made our way up the stone path to the main house. Pack members nodded respectfully as we passed, though their gazes lingered on my disheveled appearance.“What exactly did Ryan tell Edward abou
Dominic's POVWe walked into the restaurant. The noise hit me first—kids yelling, parents talking, plates clanking. Families packed every table. The place wasn't fancy, but it looked clean and welcoming.Kids ran between tables while parents tried to make them sit down. A little boy at the table next to the door threw a piece of bread that hit his sister in the face. She screamed, and their mother scolded them both.I smelled melted cheese and fresh bread. My stomach growled. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and after the competition, I was starving.“This is nice,” I said quietly to Penelope. “Being out together like this.”“Don't get used to it,” Penelope said. She kept her eyes forward, not looking at me.A waiter in a black uniform spotted us standing at the entrance. He walked over, notepad in hand.“Table for three?” he asked with a smile. His name tag said “Mike.”“Yes, please,” Penelope said. She kept one hand on Debbie's shoulder.“Right this way.” The waiter picked up three me
Penelope’s POVThe cool tile wall pressed against my back. Dominic stood over me, so close I felt his breath on my face. My heart pounded hard in my chest.He leaned down and sniffed near my neck. “I smelled it when I walked out,” he said in a low voice. “You want me.” He pulled back to look at my face. “You say you hate me, but you still know my size and favorite color.”I bit my lip, fighting the feeling that ran down my spine. “Don’t think so much of yourself,” I whispered angrily. “Debbie wanted to buy it for you.”Dominic’s knee suddenly pushed between my legs, his hard thigh muscle pressing through the thin fabric of my pants. The touch made me gasp.“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” he whispered in my ear.His smell—like pine trees and cold winter nights—wrapped around me. It was so familiar. My body moved toward him before I could stop it.I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. “My daughter is outside,” I said sharply.Dominic stepped back. Something flashed i
Penelope’s POVDebbie waved her trophy in Tommy’s face, bouncing so hard her shoes squeaked on the pavement. Her red hair whipped around as she jumped. She flashed her gold medal in Tommy’s eyes.“See? I told you we’d beat you!” Debbie yelled, grinning from ear to ear. She held the trophy higher, making Tommy step back.Tommy’s face turned the color of a fire truck. He stomped one foot hard on the ground. “You only won because your ice cream uncle cheated! He broke all the thorns! That’s against the rules!”“Did not!” Debbie yelled back, clutching her trophy tighter. “He was just braver than your daddy! Your daddy was scared of the pointy things!”Tommy’s father stood ten feet away, pretending not to hear. His face darkened with each word. His competition outfit still looked clean, unlike Dominic’s blood-soaked clothes.I rubbed my forehead. The sound of children screaming made my head pound. I looked at Dominic, who stood nearby watching the kids fight. A small smile played on his lip
Edward’s POVI slammed my fist onto the stone table, cracking it down the middle. The Rogue counselors flinched, their mutilated bodies hunching forward in the torchlight.“Incompetent fools!” I roared. “Hundreds of my creatures—destroyed! Months of planning—wasted!”The emergency meeting in the underground den had gone poorly from the start. Failure reports poured in from every territory. The defensive efforts of the wolf packs had decimated my mutated army faster than we could replace them.“Rogue King,” a counselor ventured timidly, his half-rotted face barely visible beneath his hood. “Perhaps we should reconsider our approach. The direct attacks aren’t working as expected.”I glared at him, enjoying how he shrank back into the shadows. “And what brilliant strategy would you propose instead?”The counselor’s mouth opened and closed several times. No sound emerged.“As I thought,” I sneered. “Useless.”I paced the length of the gloomy hall.. Twenty Rogue counselors sat at the long t
Penelope’s POVI watched Debbie rush onto the winners’ podium, her curls bouncing in the sunlight. Her face glowed with excitement as she waved frantically to everyone watching. The referee handed her a shining medal, which she immediately held up high above her head.Pride swelled in my chest, momentarily overwhelming my confusion about Dominic. She looked so happy, so triumphant. This was what mattered—her joy, her confidence. Not my complicated feelings about her father.“Look, Mom!” she called, bouncing on her toes. “It’s real gold! Or at least it looks like it!”I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She deserved this moment of glory after working so hard in practice.Debbie suddenly turned toward me, eyes wide and hopeful. “Mom!” she called, waving me over. “Mom, can we take Uncle Ice Cream out for dinner tonight? To celebrate? Please?”Her pleading expression caught me off guard. Before I could respond, she’d already bounced off to collect her medal certificate, leaving me standing
Penelope’s POV“I’ll get you both to the finish line,” Dominic promised, his voice low. “I’ll make sure you win, even if it costs me.”I snorted, adjusting my blindfold as we continued through the tunnel. “How noble of you.”“This way,” he murmured, guiding me around another bend. “Five more steps, then we’re out.”I counted silently, and sure enough, the air changed on my fifth step. Brightness filtered through my blindfold as we emerged from the tunnel.“We made it!” Debbie cheered.I yanked off the blindfold, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight.The final challenge stood before us now—a dense briar patch stretching thirty yards across. Thorns longer than my fingers jutted from every twisted branch. A few families already circled the perimeter, fathers searching for the safest path through.“Rules are simple,” the referee announced. “Cross the briars to reach the finish line. Parents must protect their cubs from injury.”Tommy’s father probed the edge of the patch with a sti
Penelope’s POVI rubbed my sweaty palms against my competition shorts as we approached the suspension obstacle. The referee stood ready, whistling between his lips, watching us take our positions at the starting line. Other families lined up alongside us.“Ready?” the referee asked.I felt Debbie jump at my side, her small hand squeezing mine. “We’re gonna win, right Mom?”I forced a smile. “We’ll try our best, sweetheart.”The referee blew his whistle, the shrill sound carrying across the entirety of the field. Families sprang into action all around us.“Both of you, hold onto me,” Dominic ordered, dropping to one knee. He gestured toward his neck and waist. “I’ll carry you across.”I froze, glaring at the direction of his scent through my blindfold like he’d grown a second head, but I could only see darkness. I heard the other fathers already hoisting their children onto their backs, but none attempted to carry both child and mother.“Mom, come on!” Debbie tugged at my arm impatientl
Penelope’s POV“Next up, solo agility course for five-to-six-year-olds!”Debbie bounced on her toes, already moving toward the starting line with the other cubs. The first events were individual showcases, allowing each pup to demonstrate their skills before the parent-child relays began.“Good luck, baby!” I called out, watching her scurry to her position.The moment she was out of earshot, I turned to Dominic. “Why were you at her training camp?”His jaw tightened. “What?”“Don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Debbie told me you visited her training camp. What were you doing there?”“I wasn’t—”“She said you played games with them. That you were watching her.” I stepped closer, keeping my voice low but intense. “Were you spying on my daughter?”Dominic’s expression shifted, resignation replacing his initial denial. “Fine. Yes, I went to the camp.”“Why?” I demanded.“You know exactly why,” he replied, eyes locked on mine. “I needed to know if she was mine.”My heart hammered against my ribs
Penelope’s POVI checked my phone for the twentieth time, anxiety agitating my stomach. Still no messages from Edward. No calls. No explanation for his absence.“Mom, when is Daddy Edward coming?” Debbie tugged at my shirt, her bottom lip quivering slightly.She wore her competition uniform—a miniature version of the traditional pack hunting gear, complete with the Iron Mountain insignia.“Soon, baby,” I lied, dialing his number again. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail, just like the previous attempts.Around us, the Rainbow Claw camp was on the go. Families gathered in the assembly area, parents helping their cubs stretch or practice last-minute techniques. Everyone had two parents present—everyone except us.“But the competition starts soon,” Debbie insisted, her green eyes filling with tears. “Tommy said we can’t play if we don’t have a dad. He said we’ll be disqualified."“Disqualified,” I corrected gently, smoothing her hair. “And Tommy doesn’t make the rules.”B