Penelope’s POVSunlight stabbed through my eyelids, forcing me awake. Pain throbbed in my head, my neck, everywhere. I blinked against the brightness, trying to make sense of unfamiliar surroundings.Not my bedroom. Not a hospital.I lay in a large four-poster bed draped with rich burgundy curtains. The room had expensive furniture that was minimalist but clearly high-end. It looked expensive but soulless, like a hotel room nobody lived in.Panic shot through me as memories flooded back. The car crash. The brakes failed. That monstrous plant-wolf creature attacking me. And then, Edward appeared from nowhere.I sat up too quickly, making my head spin and my vision darken momentarily. My body protested every movement with sharp reminders of yesterday’s trauma. My hand went to my throat, finding tender spots where the creature had gripped me.I slid from the bed, wobbling slightly as I made my way to a nearby mirror. In the reflection, I caught sight of strange marks circling my neck—fain
Penelope’s POV“You know about the mutations?” I asked, surprised.“I’m just guessing,” Edward said, shrugging. “That werewolf had a very distinctive form, completely different from normal werewolves. The plant integration was unlike anything I’ve seen before.”I frowned, recalling the horrifying creature—part wolf, part plant. “It controlled plants somehow. Made vines grow to hold me down. No normal werewolf has that ability.”“Fascinating,” Edward murmured, then quickly added, “and terrifying, of course. I’ve been following news about the detention camp run by the Council. Some reports mentioned similar mutations, though nothing quite this advanced.”“The council needs to know about this immediately,” I said. “If there are more of these things out there…”“Agreed.” Edward nodded. “But first, you need to recover your strength.”He leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my neck. “Your scars are glowing. Did you notice?”I touched the marks again. “I noticed. They’ve been like this since I
Chapter 31: Secret StoragePenelope’s POVI froze at the sound of Edward’s voice. It came from directly behind me. I hadn’t heard him approach, but now he stood just feet away, his face tight with anxiety. His usually calm composure had slipped, revealing something darker underneath.“Why not?” I asked, hand still on the doorknob. “What’s behind this door?”.“Just a storage room,” he said, stepping forward quickly. He pushed the hidden door closed with a firm click and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing interesting in there—just business documents and financial records.”The swift change in his demeanor raised red flags. Whatever lay beyond that door was important enough to make him nervous.“Financial records kept behind a false bookshelf?” I asked skeptically.“Security precautions,” Edward replied smoothly. “The business attracts espionage. Can’t be too careful these days.”I nodded, pretending to accept his explanation, but my suspicion only deepened. His heartbeat
Penelope’s POVI turned my back on Dominic, deliberately excluding him as I continued my discussion with the council members.“As I was saying,” I emphasized pointedly, “this creature had control over plants. It generated vines from the forest floor to restrain me.”Alpha Kenneth leaned forward, absorbing every detail. “And you believe this was a deliberate attack? Not random aggression?”“It seemed targeted,” I confirmed. “Too coincidental to find me right after my car crashed.”Dominic stepped into my line of sight. “Penelope, you can’t seriously believe Kelsey tried to kill you.”I stared through him as if he were invisible. Alpha Oliver gave me a sympathetic glance before addressing the council at large.“We should increase patrols near pack borders,” he suggested. “If these advanced mutations are occurring naturally, we need to contain them.”“And if they’re not natural?” I asked pointedly.Silence fell across the room as the implication sank in.Dominic moved closer, invading my
Dominic’s POVI watched Penelope and Edward walk away arm in arm, rage boiling in my veins. The casual way she leaned into him, the deliberate show for my benefit—it cut deeper than any knife.“Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the nearest wall, relishing the pain that shot through my knuckles. Blood smeared the stone as I pulled back, breathing heavily.Five years. Five years I’d spent in this hollow existence, and now she paraded her new relationship in front of me like I meant nothing. As if our bond—broken or not—had never existed at all.I closed my eyes, fighting for control. My wolf thrashed against its cage, demanding I chase after them, challenge this Edward directly.“Hello, Mister?” a small voice interrupted my thoughts.I opened my eyes, looking down to find a little girl staring up at me. No more than five years old, she clutched a small backpack shaped like a wolf, her green eyes wide and anxious.“Mister, have you seen my mommy?” she asked timidly.I crouched down to her lev
Penelope’s POVI spotted them from across the courtyard. Dominic bent down, talking to Debbie.My heart slammed against my ribs. Time seemed to freeze as my worst nightmare came tue before my eyes. My daughter chatted animatedly with the one person who must never know she existed.“Debbie!” I yelled, running toward them. My ankle twisted on the uneven ground, but panic numbed the pain. “What the hell are you doing here?”Debbie jumped, startled by my tone. She clutched her stuffed wolf backpack tighter. “Mommy!”I grabbed her arm, harder than I meant to. A red mark bloomed on her skin. “You shouldn’t be here. Who brought you?”“Uncle Ryan,” she said, her lip quivering. “Don’t be mad. I wanted to surprise you.”I scanned the area frantically. No sign of Ryan. That traitor. I’d fire him the second I got home.“I saw a kitty cat,” Debbie continued, words tumbling out fast. “A really cute one. I went to pet it, and when I came back, Uncle Ryan was gone.”“And you just wandered off? After
Dominic’s POV“That’s none of your business,” Penelope snapped, her green eyes blazing.I moved closer, backing her against a stone column. “Then why does she call Edward ‘Daddy’?”“She doesn’t.” Her nostrils flared. “You’re delusional.”“I heard her.” My voice rose. “She saw him coming and yelled ‘Daddy’!”“You’re hearing things.”“Why lie? Too embarrassed to admit you’ve replaced me so completely? New mate, new daddy for your kid?”“Edward isn’t her father,” Penelope hissed. “But he’s been more of one than her real father ever was.”“And who is that? Some random wolf you fucked after leaving me?”Her palm cracked against my cheek. It rang out so loudly people turned to stare. “Don’t you dare.”I grabbed her wrist before she could strike again. “Hit a nerve?”“Let go of me,” she snarled.“Tell me who he is.”“Go to hell.”“Is it someone I know? One of your father’s pack?” I tightened my grip. “Or did you leave already pregnant?”She jerked away, rubbing her wrist. “My life after you i
Penelope’s POVMy jaw ached from clenching my teeth during the confrontation with Dominic. My pulse still hammered against my throat as I tried to steady my breathing.Council members hurried past me, their whispers following like little daggers. They’d witnessed everything—Dominic’s possessiveness, my rejection, Debbie’s existence revealed. The political fallout would be a nightmare. Pack alliances hinged on less scandalous revelations than my secret child.At least she was safe.Ryan barreled toward me. His eyes bulged with panic, red blotches covering his neck. His normally slicked-back hair stood in disarray, as if he’d been tearing at it. Clearly, he was still searching for Debbie.“Princess!” He skidded to a stop, gasping for air. “D-Debbie—I can’t—she was right beside me and then—” He bent over, hands on knees. “One second checking a security alert on my phone, and she—she vanished!”“Calm down, she’s safe, but how could you?” I hissed, digging my fingernails into my palms to ke
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