JaxonI hang up the phone with Max, my CFO. “Just hire whoever you think is best,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “We can’t afford to tank right now. Not with everything at stake.”I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples. My head’s spinning with numbers, reports, and the shitshow that is my life. Just when I think I can catch a break, the door swings open, and my mother walks in, wearing that look. You know the one.“Hey, Mom.” I manage a tight smile.“Jaxon,” she replies, voice bright, but her eyes have that calculating gleam. “How’s everything going?”“Just peachy,” I mutter, barely making eye contact. “What were you doing getting dinner with Scarlett?”She flops down in the chair opposite me, a small smile playing on her lips. “Oh, we were just catching up. You know how it is.”“Yeah, well, I don’t want to hear about it.” I cross my arms, feeling the heat rising. “What’s the deal with you two?”“She’s a good candidate to be your Luna.” Mom’s tone is all business now.“S
NinaI’m in the living room with Dominic and Lucas, trying to hash out this deal with Ashwood. My brothers are huddled around the coffee table, frowning like someone just shat in their cereal.“Look, we need to be strategic here,” I say, tapping the papers scattered in front of me. “Thorne isn’t going to roll over just because we asked nicely.”Dominic crosses his arms. “That asshole only cares about power. We can’t trust him.”Lucas nods. “We should keep our guard up. He’ll stab us in the back.”“Yeah, I get that,” I snap, “but we can’t afford to be dicks about this. We need to play nice for now.”Suddenly, a loud commotion erupts at the main gate. My brothers exchange worried glances.“What the hell was that?” I ask, straining to hear over the noise.Dominic stands up. “Stay inside, Nina. We’ll check it out.”“Don’t you dare—”But they’re already rushing out the door, leaving me standing here like an idiot.I wait, pacing back and forth. The noise escalates, and I’m about to scream
NinaThe door swings open, and I don’t even bother looking up. I’m too pissed. But the familiar scent of leather and woodsmoke tells me it’s my father. Great.“I’m not in the mood, Dad,” I mutter, still staring at my phone like it’ll solve my problems for me.He lets out a long sigh as he steps into the room. “I heard about your argument with Dominic.”My fingers clench around the phone, my temper flaring up all over again. “Seriously? Does everyone need to be in my business?”“He’s worried about you, Nina. We all are.”“Worried?” I snap, finally lifting my head. “I’m the fucking Alpha, Dad. When is everyone going to start respecting that?”His expression softens, but I can see the weight behind his eyes. “Nina, we all respect you.”“Could’ve fooled me,” I mutter, crossing my arms and leaning back against the couch. “Dom treats me like I’m still that scared kid, and you’re not any better. No one actually listens to me.”Dad walks over and sits down across from me, hands resting on his
NinaI wake up, horny as hell.Again.This isn’t normal. This can’t be normal. I flip over in bed, kicking the sheets off in frustration, but it only makes it worse. The cool air hits my skin, and my nipples harden instantly. My mind flashes to Elijah—his hands, his mouth, the way he kissed me like he owned me all those years ago.No. No, no, no. I groan, pressing my thighs together, trying to fight off the rising heat between them. This isn’t fair. Jaxon’s still in my heart, and I’m here thinking about a kiss from a decade ago like it was yesterday.I give up the fight. My hand slips down, finding that spot that’s been throbbing all morning. I close my eyes, and despite myself, my brain conjures up images of Jaxon—his strong hands, the roughness of his voice when he says my name, the way his eyes darken when he looks at me now. It’s wrong, but I’m already too far gone. My fingers move faster, my breath catching as I tip over the edge.For a moment, the tension eases, but the guilt se
NinaI don’t sleep that night. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop, tossing and turning, my skin burning hot under the covers. Callie’s words keep circling in my head. She doesn’t get it. She’ll never get what it’s like to have someone’s name practically etched into your bones, to carry a scar they left behind.Jaxon did that. And Elijah? He’s this strange reminder of a piece of my life that I can’t let go of yet.I stare at my phone, then type it out before I can stop myself: He’s not Jaxon.It’s barely a minute before Callie replies, blunt as hell: No shit, Nina. He’s not supposed to be.I exhale, my head falling into my hands. She’s right, of course. Elijah isn’t Jaxon. He’s not even close. But that’s what’s fucking me up. Elijah is a symbol of my past, and Jaxon was supposed to be my future. That’s all twisted up now—ripped away before I got the chance to fully live it.Another buzz, and Callie’s words hit like a punch to the gut: You can’t stay stuck in the past forever, babe. You’ve g
JaxonI wake up hard, again. Half-asleep, my hand reaches over, searching for her warmth. I know she’s gone, but some part of me still thinks she’s going to be there, curled up beside me. The bed is cold, empty, and the reminder hits harder than I expected.My mind drifts to memories I thought I’d moved past, replaying the few times we actually did fall into bed together. They were rare enough that each one is etched into me, sharper and more painful than I care to admit. I used to tell myself we’d work it out, that she’d understand what it meant to be married to someone like me. Now, lying here alone, the truth’s obvious: I took her for granted, and she’s gone. And there’s no one to blame but myself.I throw off the covers and head to the shower, hoping the hot water will help clear my mind. But the memories follow me. Her laugh, her scent, the way she’d look at me like I was the only one who mattered. They hit me harder than the water pounding against my shoulders. My jaw clenches,
NinaI stare at the mess of clothes on my bed, chewing on my lip, hands hovering over yet another dress I pulled from the closet. Black satin? Red silk? Am I really going on this date, or is this some half-assed attempt at proving I’ve moved on?I drag a hand through my hair, glancing at my phone lighting up on the bed. Jaxon’s name flashes across the screen, again. Fourth time today. I let it ring, feeling my stomach twist. If I pick up, I know damn well I’ll just cancel this whole date. And I can’t do that. I need this. Even if it’s a mistake.With a frustrated sigh, I drop the black dress and go for something simpler—deep emerald green, a sleek, fitted style that hugs in all the right places. At least if I’m making a bad decision, I might as well look like I’m enjoying it.I slip it on, smoothing it over my hips, and stare at my reflection. Alright, Nina. Breathe. It’s just dinner. But I can’t ignore the knots in my stomach or the ridiculous urge to check my phone every five minute
NinaI finally pull up to the gate, a wave of anxiety washing over me. The driver glances back at me through the rearview mirror. “You sure you wanna go in?”“Yeah,” I say, straightening my shoulders. “Just go ahead. I’ll be right in.”He raises an eyebrow. “Alright, but don’t mention this to anyone, okay?”“Promise. I’ll be fine,” I assure him, my stomach twisting as I watch him nod and drive on.As I step out of the car, I spot someone leaning against a parked vehicle. My heart skips, and then sinks all at once. It’s Jaxon.“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, striding toward him. My pulse quickens—not from excitement but from a mix of anger and confusion.He pushes off the car and strides toward me, the worry etched on his face. “Nina, why are you crying? Who the fuck made you cry?”I push him back, trying to create some distance. “What do you mean? What are you doing here? Do you have a fucking death wish?”“You weren’t picking up,” he snaps, frustration bubbling under th
Nina’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