Nina"You don't have to do this, Nina," Lucas pleads for the umpteenth time.We are heading toward the scene of the incident, and I insisted on coming along with the rest of the pack despite Dominic's warning of the macabre details of the death."I want to. I'm the alpha, it's my responsibility to be there for my pack," I reply firmly.The tension is palpable as we approach the clearing where the attack took place. The scent of blood and death hangs heavy in the air, making my stomach churn.I survey the scene, taking in the broken branches, the patches of torn earth, and the splatters of blood on the ground. My wolf stirs within me, restless and angry at the injustice that has been done to our pack.Lucas puts a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me. "Are you ready for this?" he asks quietly.I nod, steeling myself for what I am about to see. As the alpha, I must stay strong for my pack, even in the face of such horror.We step into the clearing, and my breath catches in my thr
Jaxon I'm disappointed that Nina would think of me as such a monster. I heard of the attack this morning, and from the horrid details, I'm hurt that her suspicion landed on me."I had nothing to do with the attack on your pack," I say earnestly.I watch her, looking for signs that she doesn't believe me, but all I can see behind those piercing blue eyes is a blank stare. It's like she's searching for something in my gaze, something that will confirm her suspicions or put her at ease. I can't blame her for doubting me; after all, our history is fraught with misunderstandings and miscommunications. But this is different.No matter how hurt I was, I could never go after her pack that way. It's just wrong not to mention, evil."Nina, you have to believe me," I implore, closing the distance between us until we're only inches apart. Her floral scent wraps around me, intoxicating and familiar, stirring memories of our times together.She looks up at me, her eyes flickering the uncertainty a
NinaI quickly walk away from Jaxon's office, my heart hammering in my chest. I knew this was going to happen. It always does. Not that I regret it. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and my body can't seem to get enough of him, but the reminder that someone was dead and the other at the brink of death shook me out of the reverie.I can't be having sex with him when my pack is in danger. I have to put all my issues with him to the side and focus on finding the attacker.When I get home, I take a quick shower to get Jaxon's scent off me.I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, and stare at my reflection in the mirror. The confusion in my eyes mirrors the chaos in my thoughts. I can't help but think about what just happened with Jaxon. It was intense and unforgettable. There was something different about the way he handled my body. It wasn't the usual rushed need to get off. Instead, he was deliberate and attentive, as if he truly cared about my pleasure and satisfactio
JaxonElijah and I stand mere inches apart, both of us barely holding back, my wolf pacing inside, urging me to finish this, to show him who’s in control. But then Nina’s voice cuts through, sharp and resolute, freezing both of us in place.“Enough,” she snaps, her voice commanding every bit of authority she has. “This isn’t some damn brawl in an alley. Both of you need to act with some decorum. You’re not rabid wolves fighting over scraps.”I try to calm the instinctive anger bubbling inside, clenching my fists to hold back. I watch as Nina’s gaze shifts, landing first on Dominic. She gives a small nod, silent but understood. Dominic steps forward, his posture protective, his eyes flickering from me to Elijah, daring either of us to make another move.Elijah, though, just stands there, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His gaze turns hard as he locks eyes with Nina, and I notice the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way he holds himself with that silent accusation. “Coming
NinaAs the last of the murmurs fade, I take a shaky breath, standing straighter, trying to command what’s left of my composure. Jaxon’s words hang in the air, acidic, branding me in front of everyone as if I’d invited his possessive display. I’m humiliated, furious.Elijah turns to me, looking visibly uncomfortable. He glances around at the lingering wolves, who are all clearly just as stunned by what they witnessed. “Nina,” he mutters, looking anywhere but directly at me, “I really should go. This… wasn’t what I expected.”I grab his arm before he can turn away, my fingers pressing against his forearm just a bit tighter than I mean to. “Elijah, wait. We need to talk.”He pulls back a little, his face guarded, but he stays.I lift my chin, forcing my voice to hold that unbreakable, Alpha tone. “Everyone, go. Now.” My voice is steady, projecting strength, a command not to be questioned. The remaining pack members, who had been glancing between Elijah and me, disperse reluctantly, murm
NinaI walk into the family room, my heart racing as I see everyone waiting for me—my father, Dominic, Griffin, Lucas, and Callie. Lucas looks confused, clearly not up to speed on what just happened, but the others… they already know. They’re watching me closely, their faces a mix of concern and judgment, and it takes everything I have to hold my head up high.I take a deep breath. “I know what happened today… wasn’t my finest moment.” I’m not sure how to say it, so I just push forward. “It was a mistake. I’m not proud of it, but I need you all to understand—Jaxon and I are over. Whatever was left between us, it’s done.”Dominic crosses his arms, his gaze hard. “You think it’s just that simple?”I press my lips together, trying not to flinch under his stare. “Yes, Dominic. It is that simple.”“Oh, come on, Nina,” he snaps. “Jaxon’s an Alpha, and he’s not one to just… let things go. Especially after what happened.”Lucas, looking between us with confusion, finally cuts in. “Wait, hold
NinaI wake up, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve actually slept. My head’s fuzzy, everything’s heavy, like the world’s been sitting on top of me all night. I roll over, squinting at the clock. 7:30 a.m. I drag myself out of bed, hands gripping the edge of the mattress like I’m holding onto sanity.Fuck. My whole body aches, not from anything physical, but from the emotional hangover. Elijah. That conversation. I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore.I shuffle into the bathroom, splash water on my face, and stare at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes, hair a mess. Yeah, today’s gonna be a blast. I sigh and quickly get dressed—black jeans, an oversized sweater. Nothing fancy. Just… existing.Downstairs, I find Dad already at the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee like he’s been awake for hours.“Morning,” I mumble, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee.“Morning, kid. You sleep?” he asks, his eyes flicking to me over the rim of his mug. His gaze is kind but
NinaI’m staring at a report on my screen, the words blurring together as my fingers tap aimlessly against the desk. I’ve read the same line three times, but it doesn’t matter. The numbers and charts are just noise now, background static to the thoughts crashing around in my head. The morning’s already been long, but it feels like it’s dragging, each minute stretching into the next. I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion, the lack of sleep, or the weight of everything else hanging over me, but I can’t focus. It’s like I’m moving through molasses, every task an effort.Elijah’s texts are still open, sitting like a weight on my screen, a constant reminder of everything I don’t want to deal with. The bouquet of roses he sent sits there too, just beneath his messages, their vibrant colors mocking me. I can practically smell them—a sharp, sweet scent that does nothing but stir up emotions I’m not ready to face. His messages are still waiting for a response, but I don’t know what to say. I’m n
NinaI wake up gasping, my throat raw and dry, and my body drenched in sweat. The nightmare still lingers, clinging to me like a second skin. My chest is tight, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s horribly, horribly wrong.I sit up, wiping my face with the back of my hand, but it doesn’t help. The images from the dream are burned into my mind. Jaxon. His body, lifeless, sprawled across the cold ground. Blood pooling beneath him, his eyes vacant, distant. His mouth… he was calling my name. But he wasn’t alive.I blink hard, trying to push the images away, but they won’t leave. They’re too real. Too vivid.Shit.I glance at the clock. It’s late, too late to be awake. I should be getting some sleep, but my heart won’t let me. My head is too loud, too full of that nightmare.I slide out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor, the chill a stark contrast to the sweat on my skin. I don’t bother turning on the light. I don’t want to see anything—just the dark, just the silence. I s
JaxonThe forest is quiet, too quiet. I should’ve known better than to come this far out alone, but I needed space—needed to think without my mother’s voice in my ear or the constant demands of the pack weighing on me.The moon filters through the dense canopy above, casting patches of silvery light onto the damp earth. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me like it knows something I don’t. Maybe I should’ve stayed at the estate, drowned my thoughts in another bottle of whiskey instead of chasing solitude. But here I am, miles from anywhere, surrounded by trees that all look the same.“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head. My boots crunch against the leaves as I trudge forward. The wind shifts, carrying a faint scent—familiar but wrong. It’s sharp, acrid, and tinged with something metallic. Blood.I stop, scanning the shadows. Nothing moves, but the scent lingers. It’s close.“Who’s there?” My voice echoes through the stillness. Nothing. Not even the usual rustle of wildlife.My hand insti
NinaI nod, but it’s more for show than anything else. I’ve known this was coming. I’ve known it since my father started grooming me for this role, all those years ago. But it’s different now. This isn’t about power. This isn’t about being Alpha for the sake of it. This is about survival. My survival. Our survival.My father leans forward, eyes locked on me. “We’re not doing this half-assed, Nina. This is the real thing. Tonight, you take control. You step up, or you step aside.”I meet his gaze, my jaw clenched tight. There’s no stepping aside. Not now. Not when everything is on the line.“I’m not stepping aside,” I say, my voice firm. “I’ll do it. I’ll take control. But I need a plan. I need more than just hope.”Dominic’s face softens slightly. “We’ll work out the details. But you need to be crowned first.”I nod again, my mind racing. The weight of the situation hits me all over again. Tonight. I’ll officially be Alpha. It’s what I’ve always been prepared for. But nothing prepares
NinaI’m sitting at the breakfast table, watching the steam rise from my cup of coffee, the scent of it mingling with the freshly baked pastries on the counter. The usual breakfast crowd is here: my father, Dominic, as well as Lucas, Griffin, and Callie. We all sit in silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air, like we’re all just waiting for something to break.My father’s the one to crack the silence, as usual. “Have you heard from the asshole?” He asks, glancing at me with a look that’s a mix of irritation and curiosity.Griffin snorts from his spot beside Lucas, looking at my father. “Which one?” His tone is a mix of sarcasm and genuine amusement, but I know better than to take it lightly. There’s a lot of history wrapped up in those words.My father doesn’t even acknowledge Griffin’s snark. He just keeps his eyes on me. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”I take a long sip of my coffee, dragging out the moment, not wanting to answer. The asshole in question?
JaxonThe room is too quiet. All I can hear is the soft, steady rhythm of Scarlett’s breathing as she sleeps. It’s peaceful, almost too peaceful. But underneath the calm, there’s this gnawing guilt that eats at me, the weight of it sitting heavy in my gut.She’s hurt. She didn’t deserve any of this. None of it. All she did was love me. But I couldn’t return it, not the way she needed. I wasn’t capable of that. She deserved someone who could give her everything, and I—fuck, I wasn’t that guy.I sit on the edge of her bed, just watching her, trying to figure out what went wrong. Was I always like this? Always this selfish? This caught up in my own bullshit that I couldn’t see how I was hurting her?The door to the room creaks open, and I don’t have to look to know who it is. My mother’s presence fills the space, heavy and cold. She walks in like she owns the damn place, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.I turn to face her, and she doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. “She d
NinaI sit in the office, the room thick with the tension I can’t shake. My brother, Dominic, leans against the door frame, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He’s worried. I can see it in his eyes, and it irritates the hell out of me. But I don’t let it show.“Listen,” he says, voice low, like he’s trying to soften the blow. “The pack’s uneasy. You know they’re not stupid. Two dead wolves and not a word from anyone? It doesn’t sit right with them. There’s too much silence.”I rub my temples, trying to focus on his words but my mind keeps drifting back to Jaxon. The shit between us is... complicated. I’m done with the back and forth, but I can’t shake the thought of him. His voice. The way he looks at me. All of it’s stuck in my head. I push that aside for now. This is bigger than him.“I get it,” I mutter, trying to make sense of what Dominic’s saying. “But right now, the pack has to know I’m in control. I’m the Alpha, whether they like it or not.”Dominic nods, but I can see the concern s
JaxonI’m staring at Rylan, watching him as he slowly starts to come around. He’s still groggy, looking like he got hit by a fucking truck, but at least he’s breathing. Thank god for that. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the tension that’s been clawing at me ever since I pulled up to Nina’s territory.“Rylan,” I grunt, sitting beside him on the couch. “You good?”He blinks a few times, his eyes flicking open and then squinting against the light. His hands twitch like he’s trying to move, but his body’s too weak for it. “What... happened?”I watch him carefully, waiting for him to fully snap back. His eyes land on me, and I see the confusion there. “You’ve been out of it for a while, man,” I mutter. “How do you feel?”He shifts a little, groaning as he tries to sit up, but he’s still not all there. “Fucked up, Jaxon... But... I’m okay.” He looks at me, his voice barely above a rasp. “I... woke up a few minutes ago. Thought I was gonna die for a second.”I swallow hard
JaxonThe next day, I arrive at Nina’s territory with my pack in tow, my nerves buzzing in that way only a fucking mess can make them. She’s been playing games with me, pushing my boundaries, and it’s time to stop it.The scene is familiar, almost comforting in its brutality—Nina’s people look like they expect a fight, but there’s no way they’re ready for what’s coming. I don’t give a shit if they’re armed or not. They won’t stop me. No one gets to touch my pack.Especially not fucking Rylan.I stop in front of her, my boots digging into the dirt like I’m marking my territory. My jaw is tight, fists clenched at my sides, but I don’t look at Nina just yet. Instead, I focus on the way Rylan stands beside me. His face is pale, the color drained from his lips. He looks like shit. His hands twitch at his sides, but I know what he needs. He needs out. He needs to get the fuck out of here and back where it’s safe.“Jaxon,” Nina calls, her voice sharp like she’s trying to hide the panic she’s
NinaI stand outside Dr. Julian’s office, staring at the door. I can hear my breath in my ears, feel the tension twisting in my chest. My father’s words echo in my mind. “You need to handle this, Nina. Rylan can’t die in our territory. If he does, it’ll cause a mess we can’t control.”I swallow hard and knock twice, the sound too loud in the quiet hallway. No response. I knock again. My stomach twists, and I feel like I’m walking into something I can’t undo.“Come in,” a voice calls from the other side, calm, steady. Dr. Julian.I push the door open, my hands shaking despite myself, and step into the sterile, white-walled room. The faint smell of antiseptic hits me like a punch to the gut. Dr. Julian’s sitting behind his desk, glancing at a set of papers. His eyes flicker up to meet mine, and he smiles softly—too softly.“Miss Romano,” he greets me, his voice steady but guarded. “What brings you here?”I blink, feeling the weight of his eyes. I’m not sure I even know what I’m asking f