The sun had disappeared by the time we made the U-turn toward the coordinates from Mom's envelope. The fancy wax seal matched the wooden box it came from - some intricate design neither of us recognized.My stomach dropped when the GPS led us to an elite nightclub. The kind with velvet ropes and bouncers who'd laugh at you without a membership. We idled in the parking lot, engine running, while I tried to process this.Why would Mom send her little girl to a nightclub in Kansas?Xavier went to make some calls - probably his pack contacts - while I dug through my phone for info. When he came back, he voiced exactly what I'd been thinking: "We should get a hotel. Research this. There's no way your mom meant for you to come here."I pulled out without answering. Yeah, I was curious who he'd called, but asking would show I still cared. And I wasn't ready to admit that.Next stop: a dingy diner parking lot."I thought we were getting a hotel," Xavier said as I killed the engine.I shot him
"I'm showering," I announced the second we got to our room, already heading for the bathroom before Xavier could respond.The hot water helped wash away some of the road grime, but not the weight pressing on my chest. Where even was home anymore? I couldn't go back to either of my old packs like nothing happened. As steam filled the tiny bathroom, a hazy memory surfaced - a woman in a blue sundress, the fabric dancing in the wind. She called my name with that warm, safe voice I could barely remember anymore.Mom.I hadn't seen a photo of her in years. Hadn't heard her voice since childhood. All that remained was this ghost of a feeling - the love we'd shared before she disappeared.Shutting off the water, I realized my mistake. In my hurry to escape Xavier, I'd left my damn clothes bag on the bed. Perfect. Now what? Call for him like some helpless pup? Or walk out in a towel like it's no big deal?It should've been no big deal. He'd seen everything before. But everything was different
I woke up pressed against something firm but warm. Definitely not a pillow.Then the scent hit me - cedar and leather with that underlying musk that was unmistakably Xavier. My eyes flew open to find my face buried in his chest, one arm slung possessively across his torso, our legs tangled together like we'd been wrestling in our sleep.Oh. Hell. No.I tried to subtly extract myself, but his thighs were like steel traps pinning me in place."Watching you squirm is adorable," Xavier's sleep-rough voice rumbled above me. "But I've been awake for twenty minutes."I jerked back like he'd electrocuted me. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?""That's funny," he smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. His hair was deliciously messy, morning stubble shadowing his jaw. "Last I checked, you're the one who begged me to stay."My face burned. "I would never—"'Actually,' Dahlia piped up in my head, 'you totally did. Clung to his arm like a koala. It was pathetic.'Traitorous wolf.Xavier's
That voice..."Who is it?""AlphaXS32," Xavier answered.The door swung wider. The woman inside—veiled, draped in bohemian nonsense—turned away without looking at us. "Lock it behind you."Every hair on my arms stood up. I didn't know her... but I knew her. The way she moved. That voice. Even through the ridiculous costume, something screamed familiar.Her "apartment" looked like a witch's flea market exploded—herbs dangling from the ceiling, a cauldron bubbling over fake flames, pentagrams drawn in what I hoped was ketchup. She gestured vaguely at the clutter. "Sit somewhere."Then she turned. Our eyes met. A feather slipped from her fingers."MJ?" The name left my lips before I could stop it."Zo?" Her voice cracked.Xavier's head whipped between us. "Maisie?"Time stopped. The veil came off, revealing my best friend's face—paler than I remembered, dark circles under those mismatched eyes, but undeniably her.We crashed together like colliding stars. I clung to her, breathing in the
Xavier went scarily still. I squeezed Maisie's hand. "How long did you stay after?""One more day." Her laugh was hollow. "Stupid, right? I knew better but... he said he'd come back."A chill crawled down my spine. "What happened that night?""The knocking started." Maisie's pupils dilated at the memory. "Luca had a key. I didn't answer."Xavier frowned. "Good. Those doors are spelled. No wolf could—""They broke it down." Maisie's whisper cut through him.Impossible. Those safehouses could withstand a charging rhino. "How many?" I asked.Maisie shuddered. "A dozen. Maybe two.""Two dozen werewolves strong enough to break spelled doors," Xavier repeated slowly.I wrapped an arm around Maisie's shoulders as she trembled. "You're safe now. We've got you."But Xavier's gaze had turned glacial. "Maisie." His voice could've frozen hell. "How did you escape that?"The room temperature seemed to drop. Maisie shrank under his stare."Xavier!" I snapped. "Back off."He ignored me, leaning in.
I placed my hand over Maisie’s, trying to offer some comfort. I could feel her trembling under my touch, her fear and sorrow almost palpable.“We did escape together. We were chased. We ran together,” Maisie began, her voice slow, like she was trying to piece together what happened, but it was hard. “Then, what went wrong? Luca was ordered to protect you. He would never abandon the post,” Xavier’s voice broke through, filled with a mix of confusion and concern.“For a couple of days, everything was quiet. We were staying at one of your safe houses up North. And then, one night he left to get some firewood.” Maisie paused, her face tightening, like she was reliving that moment. She took a shaky breath before continuing, “He never came back.”“What do you mean, he never came back? Did you go looking for him? Where did he go?” Xavier pressed, his voice more insistent now.“I waited for him until dawn,” Maisie replied, her eyes looking distant. “I swear I have no idea where he went or why
Narrator's POVZoe and Xavier listened to the detailed account of events that Maisie had gone through with full attention. Zoe worried about her friend and pitied everything Maisie had to go through. Zoe blamed herself for pulling Maisie into her problems. After all, Maisie had to give up such a grave secret in front of so many people because Zoe's father's life was on the line. Xavier, on the other, was worried about his friend just as much as he was worried about Maisie. At least, Maisie had made it. Xavier had often checked with Jacob (his secretary) about Luca and nobody had heard anything since Maisie and Luca had escaped from the Werewolf Council Headquarters after Mr. Simmons' case."Maze. How did you get away from them?" Zoe asked softly. Maisie sighed and didn't meet the eyes of her friend. It was hard enough thinking about that. But talking about it all made it more real and unbearable."I'm not exactly sure what happened next. I swear, I just closed my eyes for a second.
"I thought you were taking me out of this jungle. Did you just bring me to your home? Or the center of the jungle?" Maisie asked confused but stepped closer nonetheless.The roots of the huge tree were spread on the forest floor. The moment Maisie accidentally stepped on a protruding root and slipped, falling face-first to the forest floor. She tried to hold something in vain. There was nothing to stop her from falling as she saw the ground get closer. Again, she closed her eyes but tried not to scream. Screaming had brought her problems so far.She fell, but instead of hard and moist ground, she felt a soft, dry, furry rug on her face. It still hurt but not as much as falling into the insect-infested forest floor might have.Confuzzled, Maisie opened her eyes and quickly got up only to stop stunned.She was now in a different location. The open jungle had vanished and she now stood in a cozy cottage that looked very normal at first glance.Then, she noticed the brown bird that had l
Xavier's POVOkay, Zoe was mad. She was so mad she hadn't just confronted Fiona, she had worn my shirt for it, and hadn't even glanced my way before walking out of the room.The only part that made my heart flutter was my shirt. She was marking her territory, and it was so attractive. She had accept
Zoe's POVI stood gawking speechlessly for a moment. All my rage dissipating into disbelief. She had made herself at home already."Would you like to come in?" Her soft, calm voice brought me out of my trance, and my brows furrowed.I walked in with my head held high, "I will do whatever I want in M
Zoe's POVI couldn't sleep. How could I? How could anyone after being humiliated in public with the news of a promised wife of my mate right before my vows of coronation? I had controlled my tears when the ceremony was interrupted. I couldn't lose it in front of a hall full of strangers for whom I
Xavier's POVMy cuffs are rolled. My top button is undone. My hair is messy from all the times I have run my hands through it. I have no idea where my coat is. My feet are more sore from all the pacing than when I was tortured in Riverwoods. It's looking terrible. Zoe hasn't come out of her room. O
Xavier's POVI paced around the room. Lady Aroosa and Fiona were sitting calmly with their backs straight and serene expressions.Pack lawyers, related officials, pack elders, and Lady Aroosa's whole entourage were all gathered in the same meeting room where I had sentenced my father and his allies
Xavier's POVEverything was going great. Zoe had memorized each bow and each step beautifully. She was graceful, gorgeous, and simply perfect. After signing the papers, she was officially a member of Blood Crescent. I was elated by the way the ceremony progressed.It was hard to keep the smile from
Zoe's POVThe day was here. It was the big day. How did it creep up on me so soon?Taking deep breaths to calm myself down, I waited in my room for Olivia. Xavier had been overseeing all the preparations. Everyone who was everyone in Blood Crescent and the neighboring packs was going to be present.
Zoe's POVThe next couple of days passed in a blur of learning loads of new information, meeting new people, and adding input about the coronation. It was a little overwhelming, but I tried to keep it all together. I was not going to be ungrateful for the one good thing going on in my life. Blood C
Zoe's POVI was standing in front of the mirror, still unable to believe that the gorgeous girl staring back at me was me. I kept thinking how my life was changing once again. I was never the ambitious one. My only hope used to be to awaken my wolf and become a patrol guard to my old pack. Those da