JaxonI’m staring at the map in front of me, the one outlining the borders between the Silver Crescent Pack and the Valens Pack, but none of the lines are making sense. My mind’s all over the place, and no matter how hard I try to focus, it keeps circling back to the same thing.Her.Nina.Fuck.I run a hand through my hair, frustrated as hell. I’ve got a meeting with my council in twenty minutes, but I’m not thinking about the territory disputes or the pack politics we’re supposed to be discussing. I’m thinking about her. About how I need to fix this shit between us, and about how it’s spiraling out of control.“Jaxon.”I don’t even hear the door open. I glance up, and there’s my mother, standing in the doorway, looking at me like she’s about to give me one of those long, disappointed lectures. Again.“You’re distracted,” she says, stepping inside like she owns the place. She’s always so fucking composed, always with that cold, calculating look on her face.“I’m fine,” I mutter, turn
JaxonI sit across from Scarlett at some overpriced restaurant, staring at her, but not really seeing her. She’s talking—about what, I have no fucking clue. Something about a new deal she’s landed, maybe? I don’t care. I take a sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from the bullshit around me.This dinner was a mistake. I knew it the second I agreed to meet her, but I’m here anyway, hoping for... what? Closure? Distraction? Fuck if I know.Scarlett leans forward, her hand sliding across the table to touch mine. “Jaxon, are you even listening to me?”I look at her, blinking like I just woke up. “Yeah, I heard you.”She gives me that sultry smile, the one she’s used a hundred times before to get what she wants. “You don’t seem like yourself lately. What’s going on?”I shrug, leaning back in my chair, feeling the weight of the past few months pressing down on me. “Just a lot of shit going on.”Her fingers trace patterns on my wrist, and I don’t pull away. Not yet. She’s playing th
NinaThe Valens Pack’s high-profile event is a swirl of lights and laughter, the atmosphere electric with excitement. I stand in front of the mirror in my room, adjusting the dark emerald dress that clings to my curves perfectly. It’s elegant, with a plunging neckline that I usually wouldn’t dare to wear, but tonight feels different. Tonight, I’m reclaiming my power.“Damn, sis,” Dominic says from the doorway, arms crossed as he leans against the frame. “You look stunning.”“Thanks,” I reply, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Just trying to keep up with the standards around here.”He smirks, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “You’ve got this. Remember, you’re an Alpha. Act like it.”I nod, forcing a smile, but inside, I’m a mess of emotions. I’ve been back in the pack for weeks, but every time I step into a room full of powerful Alphas, the pressure builds. Everyone expects me to be a leader, to move on. But Jaxon lingers in the back of my mind, his presen
NinaI stand in the conference room, a map of our territory spread out in front of me, and it’s like something has clicked into place. I’m no longer just the Alpha heir. I’m the Alpha heir, ready to take charge. My father’s finally entrusted me with a major decision regarding our territory expansion. It’s a big deal—our pack hasn’t grown in years, and if we’re going to remain powerful, we need to secure more land.“Okay, Nina,” my father says, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression both proud and expectant. “What are your thoughts on the Ashwood territory? They’ve been struggling lately. We could offer to help them out in exchange for a share of their land.”I nod, looking at the map and trying to connect the dots. “If we approach them with a joint venture, it could benefit both packs. We could help them with their resources, but we also need to negotiate something solid. I think we should start by offering medical support for their wolves. The last time I checked, th
NinaLater that night, I step into the gathering. The atmosphere is lively, the energy contagious. Laughter rings through the air, and for a moment, I let myself relax. I greet familiar faces, feeling the warmth of camaraderie wash over me.But as the night progresses, the heat surges through me again. My wolf stirs restlessly, the scents around me—fresh pine, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of other wolves—amplifying my need. I can’t shake the feeling of being out of control, and as I excuse myself to get some air, I can’t help but think of Jaxon.“Hey! You okay?” Griffin calls out, catching up with me.“Yeah, just needed a breather,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s a bit overwhelming.”He nods, concern etching his features. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”“I’m not pretending,” I retort, crossing my arms. “I just... I’m fine.”“Right,” he replies, clearly not buying it. “Just don’t push everyone away, alright? You’ve got a pack that cares about you.”“I know,
NinaThe heat is unbearable. It’s like a fire under my skin, something primal, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, it’s always there, pulsing and demanding. Being an Alpha female means the heat hits stronger than it would for others. My body craves something I refuse to give in to. I’m more pheromonal than ever, and it’s like every single person around me can sense it. I can’t think straight. My wolf is restless, pushing at the edges of my control, and no matter how hard I try to shove her back down, she’s clawing her way out.This isn’t just some ordinary desire. It’s instinct. A need to mate. It’s biological, wired into me. And for Alpha females like me, it’s overwhelming. Every scent, every brush of air feels intensified, and my mind keeps drifting back to Jaxon. Damn him.I walk into the meeting room, doing my best to keep my head straight. My father is already there, looking over a stack of papers. I sit down, trying to breathe normally, to act like nothing’s wrong, but th
NinaIt’s too late in the night for me to be doing this.I hate that I am even doing this.I’m barely breathing as I stand outside Jaxon’s office door, my heart racing so fast it feels like it might explode. This is a mistake. A massive, stupid, reckless mistake. But I can’t stop myself. My body’s on fire, my wolf clawing at the surface, and I know I’m too far gone to turn back now.The heat is unbearable, my skin alight with need I don’t want to admit. Every nerve in my body is screaming for him, and no matter how much I tell myself to turn back, my legs keep carrying me forward. I shouldn’t be here.But I am.I knock on the door, my fist hitting harder than I mean to, as if trying to burn off the frustration clawing at me. A part of me hopes he won’t answer, but that hope dies the second the door swings open.Jaxon leans against the doorframe, shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. That stupid, infuriating smirk.“Nina,” he drawls, his voice
Nina“Jaxon,” I whimper.His grip tightens, and for a brief moment, I think he might hesitate. But then he pulls back, only to thrust forward again, deeper this time, and I can’t stop the moan that spills from my lips. He curses under his breath, his control snapping as he sets a brutal pace, each movement pushing me further into the wall.“This what you wanted?” he growls, his voice rough and edged with desperation. “For me to ruin you?”I can’t answer, can’t think. All I can do is feel—his hands gripping me like I might disappear, the heat of his body against mine, the way he moves inside me like he owns me. My nails scrape against the wall, my head falling forward as the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s unbearable.“Say it,” he demands, his voice a sharp contrast to the steady rhythm of his hips. “Say you wanted this, Nina. Say you wanted me.”I shake my head, stubborn even now, but the plea that escapes my lips betrays me. “Jaxon—”“Say it,” he snaps, his ha
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