"Let's get a divorce." I threw the divorce papers at him. "Nina, you're exaggerating." He stared at me coldly. "You won't sign them? Fine. I'll take them to court. I'm sure the press will have a field day with that." ***For years, Nina has hoped that Jaxon’s coldness would thaw, that the bond they should have shared as mates would finally blossom into real love. However, when she got pregnant and was informed of the miscarriage, her heart was broken. Jaxon only loved his ex-girlfriend, and when Nina divorced Jaxon, he found out that she was the hidden Alpha heir of the Valens Pack. How can he win her back?
View MoreNina’s POVI stir awake to the warm press of Jaxon’s body behind me, his arm draped over my waist. His breaths are slow and steady, his chest rising and falling against my back. For a moment, I let myself linger in the stillness, the kind that’s familiar these days.The room smells faintly of cedar and lavender—Jaxon’s scent mingling with mine, comforting in a way I didn’t expect after everything we’ve been through. I glance at the window; the pale hint of morning sunlight filters in through the curtains, softening the sharp edges of the world outside.“Are you awake?” Jaxon’s voice is husky, laced with sleep.“Barely,” I murmur, tilting my head back to catch his gaze.His lips curve into a lazy smile, and before I can say anything else, he rolls me onto my back, his body pressing over mine. “Good,” he mutters. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”I laugh, the sound muffled as his mouth captures mine. It’s soft at first, a whisper of a kiss, but it quickly deepens, his hand tangling i
NinaThe house is quieter than I expected for a morning like this. The kind of quiet that wraps around you, soothing and heavy at the same time. I lean against the kitchen counter, watching the sun spill through the windows, painting the room in gold.Jaxon’s voice filters in from the living room, a low hum of conversation with Dominic. They’ve been working on some kind of strategy for the pack, a way to integrate the remaining members of the Silver Crescent seamlessly. Hearing him talk like that, so sure and steady, sends a warmth through me I didn’t think I’d ever get back.“Morning,” Callie says, slipping into the kitchen with a grin, her hair still damp from a shower.“Morning,” I reply, pouring her a cup of coffee. “You’re up early.”She shrugs, taking the mug with a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d check on Griffin before breakfast.”“How is he?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. I saw him last night, and he was fine—better than fine, really, but I still nee
JaxonThe air is thick with tension, every breath I take tasting like the promise of blood and chaos. I stand at the edge of the tree line, staring at Elijah’s stronghold. It’s a fortress, tall and imposing, and every instinct I have tells me we’re walking into a trap. Doesn’t matter. We don’t have another choice.It is only three days since he last gave us the slip, but Nina and I agreed that the longer we wait, the more he reinforces. This is the right time to hit again.I glance at Nina beside me. She’s all sharp lines and cold determination, her jaw set, her hand gripping the syringe so tightly I’m worried it might snap.“Ready?” I ask, my voice rough.Her eyes flick to me, and for a second, the mask slips. I see the fear there, the weight of everything riding on this moment. “Ready,” she says, her voice steady despite it all.Rylan steps forward, his usual cocky grin replaced with something grim. “We’ve got this,” he says, his eyes scanning the treeline behind us. “They don’t sta
NinaJaxon moves to my side, his hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure this out,” he says, his voice steady.I nod, but inside, I’m falling apart. Elijah’s right about one thing: time is running out.The smug bastard had slipped through our fingers like smoke, leaving behind nothing but chaos and a threat that sticks in my mind like a thorn.Jaxon sits across from me, his shirt ripped and bloodied. His knuckles are bruised, and there’s a cut across his jaw that’s still bleeding. He leans back in his chair, eyes shut, breathing heavily. For a moment, he looks like he might pass out.“Let me see that,” I mutter, grabbing the first aid kit from the table.He opens one eye, his lips quirking into something that might have been a smirk if he weren’t so exhausted. “You’re bossier than usual.”“Shut up and sit still.”I dab at the cut, my movements harsher than they need to be. He hisses but doesn’t pull away. “You don’t have to take it out on me.”“I’m not.” My voice shakes. Damn it. “I’m just
NinaThe tension in the air is so thick, it feels like we’re moving through molasses. The SUV stops just short of the perimeter of Elijah’s territory, and everyone’s quiet. Dominic’s hands grip the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. Lucas is in the backseat, checking the weapons one more time, his movements too sharp. Rylan is silent, his gaze fixed out the window, as if willing himself into a different headspace.Jaxon’s beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth. He leans in slightly, his voice low. “You good?”I nod, my throat dry. “Yeah.”He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. “Stick close to me,” he murmurs. “If something goes south—”“It won’t.” I cut him off, sharper than I mean to. “We’ve got a plan.”He stares at me for a second before nodding. “Alright. Let’s stick to it, then.”Dominic kills the engine, and the darkness around us feels alive. It’s like the trees themselves are holding their breath, waiting. We step out, weapons in hand, moving silently. Elija
JaxonI’m not sure what I expected when we came together tonight. Maybe a few more words, more arguing about how stupid this whole thing is. But it’s just the two of us, sitting in the quiet of Nina’s room, and I can feel the tension hanging between us. She’s not ready to forgive me. I know that. But right now, I don’t care. We’ve got bigger shit to deal with.“Jaxon.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s trying to keep everything in. I can tell she’s thinking a million things, but she won’t say any of it. She never does when she’s worried.I turn to face her, shifting on the bed to face her fully. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”She hesitates for a moment before looking me in the eye. “I’m scared. You know that, right?”I nod slowly. “Yeah. I can tell. Hell, I’m scared too.”She rubs her eyes, looking worn. I wish I could take all the weight off her shoulders, but I know I can’t. Not now. Not with Elijah breathing down our necks. “I’m not afraid of the fight,” she says, her voice
NinaLucas raises an eyebrow, his skepticism written all over his face. “What happens if it doesn’t go according to plan? Because let’s face it, Griffin is still in danger. He’s not out of the woods.”I swallow hard, the weight of his words sinking into my chest. “If it doesn’t go as we hope... then we adapt. We fight. We fight for Parker. We fight for Griffin. And we fight for everyone else Elijah’s hurt.”The room quiets, the tension settling in. It’s a lot to ask, but I need them to understand. We’re all in this together, whether we like it or not.“And I need to know something,” I add, my voice sharper now, but still steady. “If you’re going to fight by my side, you need to know that fighting with me means declaring war with Elijah. I’m not forcing anyone. If you’re here because you think you can back out when things get tough, then now’s the time to say it. I need warriors who are ready to stand without fear. No second-guessing.”A low murmur ripples through the crowd. Some of th
Nina“You heard him, Dominic,” I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. “I need a minute. To think. This is too much.”Lucas steps forward, his face a mask of frustration. “But Nina, we can’t keep delaying this. We need to act now. He’s already trying to manipulate the entire pack.”“I know,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I need a second. Just a second to process everything that’s been thrown at me. I can’t make a decision when my head’s spinning like this.”There’s a beat of silence, and I can feel the council members’ eyes boring into me. I’m their Alpha now. They’re waiting for me to lead. But right now, all I want to do is scream.“Fine,” Dominic says, his voice low, a mix of concern and frustration. “But we can’t wait too long.”“I’m not waiting,” I reply, my voice finally softening. “I just need to think. Please.” I push my chair back, standing up, feeling the weight of it all settling on my shoulders.The meeting dissolves in murmurs as I walk toward the door. I
NinaThe council room is tense. The air feels heavy, like a storm is brewing. My family fills one side of the long wooden table—Dominic, my father, and Lucas. They’re all focused, their eyes scanning the room, waiting for what comes next. No sign of Jaxon. No Callie. It’s just us—here to figure out the next steps, the next move for our pack.My mind is heavy, burdened with the weight of everything happening. Griffin’s barely holding on. My ex-husband is human, weak, but still the man I loved. And Elijah... Elijah’s out there, somewhere, probably planning his next move. I don’t trust him, but I have no choice. The council needs answers, and I need to make sure we don’t lose control.“Dominic,” I begin, my voice steady but the nerves creeping in. “What’s the plan?”He gives me a quick glance, his eyes serious. “We need to call a council meeting, figure out how we’re moving forward. We’re at a tipping point, Nina. We can’t afford to keep guessing.”“Agreed,” I say, nodding.As the room q
NinaI sit at the table, staring at the untouched glass of wine in front of me. The restaurant’s dim lighting should feel romantic. It doesn’t. Not when I’ve been sitting here alone for an hour.I glance at my phone, unlocking the screen just to make sure. Nothing. No texts, no missed calls. No Jaxon.Typical.It’s our anniversary, for fuck’s sake. Three years. Three years of marriage to a man who barely looks at me. I check my phone again, even though I know there’s nothing there. Maybe some part of me is still holding out hope, which is fucking pathetic.I sip the wine, trying to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I don’t even like wine, but here I am, drinking it like I’m in some kind of perfect marriage, pretending I have a perfect husband. Meanwhile, Jaxon’s probably stuck in some meeting, or worse—with her.My thumb hovers over Instagram. I shouldn’t check it. I know I shouldn’t. But I do anyway. It’s a habit I’ve fallen into, one that makes me feel worse every time, bu...
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