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
NinaThe doorbell rings, slicing through the silence like a knife, and my stomach flips in response. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, as I walk toward the door. My pulse quickens, and I can feel the butterflies stirring—something that hasn’t happened in a long time. I run a hand down my dress to smooth it out, even though I know it’s perfectly in place.When I open the door, there he is. Elijah. Standing there in a sharp suit, looking every bit the picture of someone who’s used to being in control. His eyes slide over me, and I catch the brief flicker of admiration in his gaze, that same assessing look I gave myself in the mirror earlier. He’s checking me out, just like I did him. But the difference is, I feel it. I feel it in the air between us, crackling like static.“Damn,” he says, his voice low and rich, with just a hint of awe. “You look incredible.”I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms in a way that I hope comes off as confident, though I can feel the warmth creep
NinaI sit down at the breakfast table, my eyes flicking around at the empty seats, the lingering heaviness from last night still hanging in the air. My family is here, but it feels like something’s missing. The house is quieter than usual, and it’s starting to feel too damn big for just us.For the first time, I really feel my mother’s absence in this table.Callie’s at the counter, flipping through her phone, looking distracted. Lucas is half-eating a piece of toast, half-poking around with his fork. Dominic’s sitting across from me, still in his usual quiet, brooding mode.I take a sip of my coffee, my fingers trembling slightly. The doorbell rings, and I’m kind of thankful for the interruption. My stomach twists, though, as the courier comes in with another damn bouquet. I know who it’s from before they even say the name.“Elijah?” I mutter under my breath, watching as the flowers are placed in front of me. A mix of red and white roses, a card tucked into the arrangement.“Wow! Di
NinaI walk into the office, tossing my coat onto the back of the chair. It’s already a mess of papers and overdue work, but I can’t focus on that right now. Not with everything that’s going on.The phone rings, slicing through the silence, and I glance at the screen. Elijah’s name flashes across it. I don’t even think, just answer.“Hey, Elijah.”“Hey, you,” he says, voice smooth. “How’s your day going?”I lean back in the chair, propping my feet up on the desk. “It’s been... rough. Funeral stuff. You know.”There’s a quiet pause on the other end, like he’s weighing his words. “I was thinking... maybe I could take you out tonight. Dance a little, take your mind off things?”I bite my lip. I want to go. I want to forget the heaviness of today. But my family needs me. “I can’t. I’ve got to be with my family tonight. We’re going over everything for the funeral.”“That sucks,” he says, sounding genuinely disappointed. “Okay, what about lunch then? I’ll come pick you up.”I glance at the
JaxonI lean back in my chair, staring out the window. The city’s skyline is nothing new—just the same familiar view that always makes everything feel like it’s miles away. It’s been like this for days, really. Numb. Like I’m stuck in a loop of shit that keeps piling up, and I’m just here, holding it all together with a thread.Rylan storms into my office, his usual stormy expression on his face. No “hello,” no knock. Just him, barging in like it’s his place, like he owns the damn thing.“Got a minute?” His tone is clipped, serious.I don’t even look up from the paperwork on my desk. I don’t want to hear it. Not today.“Yeah, make it quick,” I mutter, hoping he’ll get the hint.He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.“I heard the rumor,” he says, voice tight. “You and Scarlett? Back together?”I let out a long sigh, pushing the papers aside. “I don’t care about rumors, Ry.”But he’s not done. He doesn’t take the hint like he should. “You should. People are talking, and the pack’s getting re
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