SERAPHINEThe lingering scent of Maddox clung to my skin like a shackle, a reminder of the power he held over me. I tightened the robe around my body, smoothing the silk against my trembling hands. He had left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room we shared for his twisted games of control. Yet, this time, something was different. That name. The Border Girl. It echoed in my head like a haunting melody, pulling at strings deep within me I didn’t even know still existed. My heart thudded against my ribs as I stood motionless by the door. Maddox’s deep, commanding voice resonated faintly through the walls, just enough for me to catch fragments of his conversation with the servant boy.“Lieutenants… spotted her,” the boy had said, his voice quivering with fear. Maddox’s response had been colder than winter’s bite. “Follow me to my office. This is a conversation that cannot be had here.”The second of their footsteps grew faint as they moved down the hall. My breath hitched, and my fin
REED The morning was quiet, but Malcolm’s words thundered in my ears. I sat on the exotic leather couch in the living room, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, fingers steepled under my chin. Across from me, Malcolm paced the floor, his boots scuffing against the hardwood, his face dark with worry.“You’re sure they were Maddox’s men?” I asked, my voice low but firm.Malcolm stopped, turning to face me. “I know what I saw, Reed. They were at Elmswood Forest this morning—right before we left. Same uniforms, same insignias. Maddox knows about her and maybe he might know too much at this rate. Which means he is making a move.”A curse escaped my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck. Elmswood had been our safe house for weeks, and now it wasn’t safe at all. “Don’t you think Raiden might have sent them instead?” I asked, though the words tasted bitter even as I spoke them.Malcom’s brows furrowed as he considered it. “I don’t know. But whoever sent them is up to no good. The g
RAIDEN POVI should have gone to school. Hell, I even drove halfway there, my tires kicking up the dusty road as I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. But halfway through the winding path, something gnawed at me. The image of Seraphine sitting alone in that house—the cold, suffocating air of Maddox’s shadow looming over her—wouldn’t leave my mind.My hands clenched on the wheel as I imagined Maddox’s towering frame, his sharp, calculating eyes that could strip away your soul. If he suspected Seraphine was hiding anything, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d crush her. And the way things had been unraveling lately, I had no doubt he was already suspicious.“Damn you, Maddox Gray,” the curse slipped through my teeth as I slowed the car to a stop on the side of the road. My heartbeat was erratic, a mix of fear and dread pounding through me like a relentless drumbeat. I sat there for a moment, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Damn it,” I muttered, slamming my p
LIANA I stared at the wall Reed had just punched, the crack spreading like a spider web across the surface. For a second, I thought the entire house might collapse from the force of his fury. Then, just like that, he stormed off, his boots pounding against the floor, echoing louder than the thoughts swirling in my head. I blinked a few times, trying to piece together what just happened.“What’s his problem?” I asked, turning to the three men still standing awkwardly in the living room. Asher’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest. Callum was rubbing the back of his neck, and Malcolm—well, Malcolm was staring at me like I’d just grown a second head.No one answered me. They just exchanged glances like I was some kind of puzzle they couldn’t figure out.“What?” I pressed, throwing up my hands. “Did I say something wrong?”Callum’s jaw tightened, and he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “Unbelievable.” Asher shook his head and started walking toward
MADDOX’s POVThe air in my study was still, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the remnants of cigar smoke. The desk before me was cluttered with maps and papers outlining our borders, but my mind had shifted from the elusive “border girl” to the unfinished business I had left behind. Seraphine.I had been interrupted at the worst possible moment. My wife’s body, warm beneath me, her breath shallow and quick, had been the only thing anchoring my restless thoughts until that damn servant barged in with news that couldn’t wait. And now, as I pushed away from my chair, I was ready to pick up where we left off.The corridors of my castle were eerily quiet as I strode toward my chambers. The faint shuffle of servants echoed in the distance, but the moment they spotted me, they froze in place, their eyes lowered in fear. I smirked at their trembling forms; power was a drug, and I was thoroughly addicted.When I reached my room, I swung the door open, already prepared to demand Seraphi
CALLUM POVI stormed into the study, slamming the door shut behind me, the echo reverberating through the house like my boiling anger. My fists clenched at my sides as I paced the room, every word Liana had said replaying in my head like a broken record. If Raiden begged me properly, I’d take him back. What kind of nonsense was that? After everything, after we saved her, protected her, gave her a damn home! I felt like a fool for even tolerating her presence here.The door creaked open, and Asher stepped in, his usual calm demeanor masking whatever storm brewed inside him. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes narrowing at me.“You’re mad,” he observed dryly. “Don’t break anything this time.”I stopped pacing, running a hand through my hair as I glared at him. “Mad? Oh, I’m beyond mad, Ash. Did you hear her? If Raiden begged me properly!” I spat the words like poison. “After all he did to her? After he tossed her aside like trash, she has the audacity to
LIANA’S POVI woke up to the golden streaks of sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the Benetts’ mansion. The light illuminated the room, soft and warm, but I felt anything but comforted. The bed beneath me was soft, the duvet cocooned around my frame like a protective shield, but my chest felt heavy. My heart ached. I rubbed my temples, hoping to massage away the sting of regret and self-loathing that had lodged itself there overnight.The memory of the previous day played on repeat in my mind. Reed’s expression—cold, distant, and devoid of the warmth I had begun to cherish—was burned into my memory. His silence had spoken louder than any words. If Raiden begs me properly, I’ll go back to him. A foolish statement, born of my own fear and anger, and now, the sting of its aftermath was unbearable. I had tried all through yesterday to get him to talk to me or at least to see me but all he did was shut me out like I was nothing to him. I sighed as I swung my legs off the bed, t
REED’S POVThe clock on the bedside table blinked 2:03 AM in bold red digits, a mocking reminder of how long I had been awake. I stood by the window of my room, staring out into the dark expanse of the Bennett estate. The cool night air filtered through the slightly ajar window, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside me. Her words echoed in my mind like a cruel refrain: If Raiden begs me properly, I’ll go back to him.My fists tightened at my sides as I leaned against the windowsill, the cold marble digging into my palms. The girl who had burrowed her way into my guarded heart had twisted the knife without even realizing it. I had opened up to her—let her see parts of me I kept hidden from everyone else. And in return, she had reminded me why I had vowed to keep my distance from people in the first place.By 2: 30 AM, I was pacing the length of my room, the soft padding of my bare feet against the wooden floor the only sound. My wolf growled faintly, a restless beast yearn
FOUR MONTHS LATERThe morning sun streamed through the sheer white curtains, casting a golden glow over the grand dining hall. The long wooden table was set with an elaborate spread—pancakes drizzled with honey, fresh berries, and a steaming pot of coffee. The scent of roasted bacon and buttered toast wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my swollen belly as I listened to the chatter around me. It had been four months since everything changed—four months since I had finally found my place, my home, my family. Reed sat to my right, his hand lazily tracing circles on my wrist as he spoke with Callum and Asher. My husband. The words still felt surreal, as if saying them would wake me from a dream. The mate bond between us had only grown stronger since our wedding, the kind of connection I once thought I would never have. “Callum can you please hand her another plate, it’s been five minutes since she asked for it,” Reed bl
ELIANA’S POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not the suffocating heat of fear or the numbing cold of rejection—just a steady, comforting warmth. It wrapped around my hand, grounding me before my mind could even piece together where I was.Slowly, I forced my eyes open.Blurry. Unfocused. The light overhead was too bright, making me wince. I blinked rapidly, willing my vision to adjust.Where am I? The ceiling above me was a bit familiar. The room smelled different, too—clean, with a faint hint of something I couldn’t quite place. Not the musky, indifferent scent of the packhouse I had come to despise. Then where…?And then it hit me. The pain. The sharp, unbearable pain that had gripped my body before I collapsed. My breath hitched as the memories flooded back—the searing agony, my vision darkening at the edges, the sound of my name being called in panic. Reed. Asher. My hand shot to my stomach. Still round. Still full. A shuddering breath escaped me. My baby. My baby was s
MALCOLM’S POVThe air in the room was suffocating.Not because of the space—we had more than enough of that in this damn house—but because of the weight of everything pressing down on us. The truth. The guilt. The realization that we had shattered something that could never fully be put back together.Callum and I talked on the way back home, but nothing could’ve prepared us for what we were walking into. Eliana was upstairs, unconscious. Reed had carried her in like she was the most precious thing in the world, like losing her would rip his soul apart. And it would.Because of us.Because we had believed what we wanted to believe. Because we had ignored the truth. Because we had taken the pieces of a story that suited our anger and ran with it—dragging Reed down with us. And now? Now, all we could do was sit in this damn living room, suffocating in our own regret while Asher paced like a man on the verge of shattering. His hands ran through his hair, gripping at the strands. His
REED’S POVI didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t wait for permission. The moment I saw her—Eliana, crumpled in the doorway, her body trembling, her skin pale and damp with sweat—everything else ceased to exist.I was at her side before my mind could even catch up, scooping her into my arms. She was so light. Too light.Her breath was uneven, shallow, her body barely responding.“Asher,” I barked, my voice tight with urgency. “We’re taking her out here.”He was already ahead of me, moving fast, clearing the way as I carried her through the castle halls. I didn’t care about the whispers, the wide eyes of pack members watching us go. I didn’t give a damn about their judgment or their curiosity. They had failed her. They had stood by while she was beaten, humiliated, starved. And now, she was barely clinging to life because of them. I would not fail her too. We reached the car, and I slid into the backseat with her cradled against me. Her head lolled against my chest, her face
ELIANA’S POVPain.It started as a dull ache, twisting deep in my stomach. I barely noticed it at first. My body had endured so much these past months—hunger, exhaustion, bruises, the sharp sting of words meant to break me. What was one more pain added to the pile?I thought maybe it was the weight of my dress, the heavy fabric pressing against my skin. That had to be it.I forced myself to stand, my fingers trembling as I reached for the laces of the gown. Each breath I took felt shallow, strained, but I ignored it. I just needed to change. Get comfortable. Then the pain would go away. I peeled off the dress, my breath catching as the cool air kissed my overheated skin. My body ached everywhere, my muscles screaming in protest. Slowly, I slipped into a loose gown, something softer, something that didn’t suffocate me. But the pain didn’t stop. I pressed a hand to my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs. This was different. A sharp, searing pain shot through me, knocking the
REED’S POVI didn’t know what to do.My body felt too heavy, my mind too loud. I wanted to scream, to rip at my skin until I felt something other than this suffocating regret. But nothing would change. No matter how much I hurt, no matter how much I wanted to turn back time, I couldn’t undo what I’d done.She hated me.I’d called her a whore.I’d let my rage speak louder than reason, and now I had lost her in a way that I wasn’t sure I could ever fix. Eliana had always been strong, but the woman I had just seen—this new version of her—she was unshakable. And I had pushed her there. I had driven her to the point where she didn’t just refuse to listen to me; she didn’t even care to. I pressed my hands against my face, dragging them down slowly. My chest burned, and the weight in my throat grew unbearable. I tried to swallow it down, but it rose like bile, hot and acidic. I sucked in a sharp breath, but it didn’t help. Then, before I could stop it, my vision blurred. A warm line of w
ELIANA’S POVThe dress felt heavier than it should have.Silk, soft against my skin, clean, free of blood—yet I still felt stained.I adjusted the cuffs of my sleeves as I walked down the corridor leading to the Grand Hall, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The path felt longer than usual, the air thick with tension, but I kept my head high. There would be no sign of weakness tonight.The investors were waiting. So was Ronan. My godforsaken Beta.The doors to the Grand Hall were already open when I arrived. The room was grand, high ceilings adorned with golden chandeliers, the long table in the center lined with crisp documents, and men and women dressed in sharp suits. Humans. Our potential business partners. My people were gathered too. The elders, the council, warriors standing at the edges like silent shadows. Asher was seated at one end, his expression unreadable. Raiden was on the opposite side, his arms crossed, eyes trained on me the second I entered. And then
ASHER’S POVI was losing my mind.Hours had passed since she walked out, and no one knew where the hell she was.I should have stopped her. I should have gone after her the second she stepped out with that bloodied gown clinging to her like a second skin. But I hadn’t. I’d been too stunned, too fucking caught up in my own emotions to move. Now, she was out there—alone, hurt, and wearing the same damn nightgown she almost died in. My hands curled into fists as I stormed across the main hall. Every available pack member was searching for her. Even Ronan, despite his silence, was out there looking. The elders were restless. Not because they cared about her, but because of the investors meeting. “Find her, now,” one of them growled at the warriors. “We cannot afford to miss this deal over one reckless woman.” I clenched my jaw. She wasn’t just a woman. She was their Alpha. My wife. Or at least, she had been. And they still spoke about her like she was nothing. I exhaled sharply, s
CALLUM POV The sheets were soft. The woman beneath me, softer. She moaned against my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair as her bare thighs tightened around my waist. I smirked, trailing kisses down the curve of her throat, my hands gliding over smooth, warm skin. “You’re insatiable,” she purred, her nails dragging lightly over my shoulders. I chuckled. “And you love it.” She didn’t argue. My lips traced down her collarbone, my fingers dipping lower when— Knock. Knock. Knock. I froze. The woman beneath me let out an irritated groan. “Ignore it.” I wanted to. Fuck, I really wanted to. But whoever was at the door was persistent. Knock. Knock. Knock.I clenched my jaw, pressing my forehead against hers with an exhausted sigh.“This better be good,” I muttered. Then, raising my voice, I barked, “Who the fuck is that?” There was a pause before a familiar voice answered. “It’s me, sir.” I sighed again. Benson. My butler. The man had impeccable timing. “What do you want?”