Penelope’s POVI stuffed the last shirt into my overnight bag and yanked the zipper shut. The clock on my nightstand read 7:15 AM—I’d barely slept at all, my mind racing about this visit I’d promised. Going back to Darkwood territory after all these years felt like walking into a cage I’d barely escaped.“Mom, where are you going?” Debbie’s small figure appeared in my doorway, Sparkles the unicorn dangling from her hand. Her bright green eyes blinked up at me, worry written across her little face.I knelt down in front of her. “Just for one night, sweetheart. I’ll be back tomorrow before you know it.”“But you never go away,” she whined, her lip jutting forward in that adorable way that never failed to tug at my heart. “Never ever.”“I know, baby.” I hugged her tight, breathing in her baby scent. “But this is important. Grandma and Grandpa will stay with you the whole time.”“Can I come too?” she asked, brightening at the potential adventure.My chest tightened. “Not this time. But I
Penelope’s POVI hurried up the steps into Sophia’s embrace. Her arms wrapped around me, strong and warm and nothing like Dominic’s cold ones. She still used the same perfume, a blend of lavender and spice that brought back bittersweet memories.“Look at you,” she said, stepping back to examine my face. “So beautiful and strong now. Nothing like the frightened girl who left us.”“Thank you for inviting me,” I replied, suddenly emotional. “I’ve missed you.”Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Come inside. We have years to catch up on.”The pack house interior was also unchanged with its clean marble floors, antique furniture, portraits of past Alphas lining the walls. The smell of lemon polish and old wood brought back a flood of memories, not all unpleasant.Sophia led me to her private sitting room, a cozy space with plush chairs and bookshelves that reached the ceiling. A tea service waited on a small table.“Sit, darling,” she urged, taking my hand. “Tell me everything. These years
Dominic’s POVFiancé. The word burned through my brain like acid. Her fiancé. Edward-fucking-Northern Crescent. That plastic smile, those hands touching her at the banquet, dancing with her like he had any right…I paced the study, fury making my claws extend and retract involuntarily. So many years I’d spent in this hollow existence, her absence a physical ache I couldn’t shake. Now she’d returned stronger, more beautiful, belonging to another…“Damn it!” I slammed my fist into the wall, and the plaster cracked under the impact. Pain shot up my arm, but I welcomed it—anything to distract from the tightness in my chest.A soft knock interrupted my rage. “Alpha?” Kelsey’s voice called through the door.“What?” I barked.She slipped inside, closing the door behind her. “I thought you might need company.”Her dark curls fell across her shoulders as she approached, hips swaying exaggeratedly. Years ago, I’d used her body to forget Penelope’s, but that hollow substitute had never filled t
Penelope’s POVI stepped into Sophia’s room, rummaging through the luxurious wardrobe.A deep burgundy wrap dress caught my eye. I pulled it free, the hanger scraping against the wooden rod. I’d just lifted it over my head, standing in my underwear with the new dress clutched to my chest, when footsteps sounded.I spun around. Dominic stood in the doorway, eyes widening as they met mine.“Get out!” I snapped, pressing the burgundy fabric against myself. “I don’t need any help.”His jaw tightened. Without a word, he turned toward the door, his hand closing around the brass knob. He twisted it sharply.Nothing happened.Dominic’s shoulders tensed. He tried again, jiggling the handle harder. His eyebrows drew together, confusion replacing his previous indifference.“It won’t open,” he muttered, yanking the handle with more force.I quickly slipped the burgundy dress over my head. “What do you mean it won’t open?”“I mean it’s locked.” He rattled the door again. “From the outside.”I rus
Penelope’s POV“It’s just biology,” I said, pushing against his chest. “My heat cycle is starting.”The lie tumbled out, my only defense against his knowing smirk. I forced myself to sound detached. “Hormones. That’s all this is.”Dominic pulled back slightly, his weight still pinning me to the bed. “Your heat cycle? Now?”“Yes,” I lied again, seizing the opportunity to create distance. “Surely you can smell it.”His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, testing my claim. Uncertainty crossed his features. “It’s…different than I remember.”“The years changed many things,” I said coldly. “Including how my body functions.”I took advantage of his hesitation to slide out from under him, standing on shaky legs. “I stopped loving you long ago, Dominic. Whatever physical reaction you think you detected is purely biological.”His eyes narrowed, and I saw the doubt and desire on his face. The room suddenly felt too small, the air thick enough to be cut with a knife.“You expect me to believe t
Penelope’s POVThe crash turned out to be Kelsey, standing at the shattered doorway with an axe in hand. Her eyes burned with rage and jealousy as she glared at me. Splinters of wood littered the floor around her feet, and the door hung from a single hinge, completely destroyed by her attack.“I knew it!” she shouted, her hands shaking around the axe handle. “You planned this, didn’t you? Trapping yourself with Dominic to seduce him! You couldn’t stand that he finally moved on, could you?”Dominic stepped between us, facing Kelsey. “Put the axe down,” he ordered firmly, his Alpha voice slipping into the command.“Why? So you two can continue whatever you were doing?” Kelsey spat, looking past him at me. Her makeup had smeared under her right eye, giving her a deranged appearance. “I saw how she looked at you at the banquet. This was her plan all along!”“We weren’t doing anything,” I said, adjusting my dress and keeping my voice even. “And if I wanted to seduce someone, I wouldn’t ne
Penelope’s POVThe scent puzzled me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I gripped the steering wheel, started the engine, and pressed the accelerator. The car rolled forward, gradually leaving Dominic’s pack territory behind. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road.“Years of training have made me extra sensitive to scents,” I murmured to my wolf as I drove. “But why would Kelsey’s scent be in my car? When would she have had access?”A trace of unease crossed my mind. Kelsey had always been vindictive, but tampering with my car seemed extreme even for her. I quickly pushed the thought aside, reaching for the stereo knob. Music blasted through the speakers, temporarily drowning out my concerns.The road curved, descending a steep slope toward the valley that separated Darkwood territory from the main highways. I pressed my foot on the brake pedal to slow down before taking the turn.Nothing happened.I pressed harder. The pedal went straight to the floor wit
Edward’s POVI stood in my laboratory, surrounded by equipment most wolves would never understand. Half-empty containers littered the counters. Many were crusted with dried residue. The room stank like a chemistry accident, like acidic fumes mixed with something rotten underneath.“Perfect,” I murmured, holding a serum up to the light. The viscous liquid shimmered green and blue, throbbing like it might jump from my hand. “Almost ready for mass production.”The body on the floor groaned softly. Not just anybody—Edward’s body. The real Edward, heir to Northern Crescent Pack.Or what remained of him.“Quiet now,” I scolded, kicking him without looking down. “The sedative should have kept you under longer. How disappointing.”I set the vial down and turned to my unwilling guest. The man’s face was a bloody mess—I’d removed most of his skin already, carefully preserving it for my own use. His muscles twitched beneath the exposed tissue, nerves firing randomly in his agony. He wouldn’t s
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