Jeremy pov Snow fell softly outside the pack house windows as Rose brought our sixth child into the world on a peaceful winter morning. Unlike her previous births, this one felt like a gentle whisper – her wolf guiding their youngest into existence with practiced ease. "One more push, love," I e
Alexander pov The acrid smell of burning oil assaulted Alexander Matthews' enhanced senses before the tow truck even pulled into the lot. He wiped his hands on the shop rag tucked into his back pocket, his wolf stirring beneath his skin at the approaching vehicle. Something about this one felt dif
"He tried to pull me from my car. I got scared, so I pulled in here. I didn't mean to run, "she sniffles, and I gather her close and purr. "Where are you hurt, sweet girl?"I ask, and she starts crying. Her face goes into my chest, and my wolf starts pacing. He wants out to beat that fuckers ass. I
Beth pov Beth Howard stared at the fluorescent lights above her hospital bed, trying to ignore the whispers that filtered through the partially closed door. Her head throbbed where it had struck the window, and each breath sent sharp pains through her ribs, but neither compared to the hostility ra
Alexander pov Alexander Matthews had never struggled to control his wolf before. But standing in the hospital corridor, listening to the snide comments about my mate, my canines threatened to descend. The bitter scent of jealousy and spite from the nurses' station set my teeth on edge. "Did you
Beth pov I was picking at my hospital breakfast when two detectives entered my room. One was local – I recognized him from yesterday's brief interview after the crash. The other wore a crisp FBI windbreaker and carried herself with federal authority. My fork clattered against the tray as my hands
Beth pov The discharge process took longer than expected, giving me plenty of time to second-guess my decision to accept Alex's offer. I stood in the hospital room, clutching the small bag of belongings his dad had retrieved from my apartment, and tried to quiet the voice in my head, screaming tha
Beth pov The scream tore from my throat before I was fully awake. In my nightmare, I was back in that storage room, but this time, the traffickers caught me. James River's cold eyes watched as his men dragged me toward a waiting van, past rows of terrified girls I had failed to save. I bolted up
I pushed deeper, my mind sifting through the fragments of truth revealing themselves. A wall in my vision began to crumble, showing what lay behind. "There's something else," I said, voice strained with effort. "Something coming. Something you're afraid of." Serena began to struggle against her
Grace pov I sat in the pack's conference room, my daughter asleep in the portable bassinet beside me. Three days had passed since the attack. Three days of heightened security, of pack members taking shifts outside our temporary quarters in the Alpha's compound, of Liam barely sleeping as he divid
I was on her in an instant, delivering a kick that sent her sprawling. The gun trained steadily on her head, and I approached. "Who sent you? What Council?" Her eyes, still glowing with werewolf power, narrowed. "The Lunar Council. The true authority. Your pack is nothing." A crash from outside
Liam pov I paced the confines of the panic room, my shoulders hunched with restrained energy. The call to our Alphas had been brief. Help was coming, but not soon enough for my liking. Four pack members were converging on our location, still fifteen minutes out. Warriors were also moving in. "St
The woman lunged just as the distant roar of a motorcycle engine cut through the night—Liam, coming home far earlier than expected. He bought a motorcycle so he could race home faster. "He will remember everything," I said, feeling the certainty of truth in my words. "And he'll remember what yo
Liam pov I fuck Grace for hours needing to feel her against my body as the thought of the Institute wanting her as well. Grace was a truth seer, and our daughter may have her gift. This scares me for her and Sophia because both are now targets. "I love you," I murmured to her sleeping form. I al
Grace pov They were targets because of what made them special—Sophia's dual nature, my perceptive abilities, the extraordinary bond that had survived even memory loss, and physical separation. Yet those same qualities provided the strength and resources to counter the threats they faced, creating
The absolute certainty in his voice flowed through our bond with warming force, his protective commitment unwavering despite the controlled expression of his wolf's aggression. I leaned into his strength even as I provided my own in return, our partnership reinforced rather than diminished by this n
Grace pov He knows," I said quietly, moving toward the door to meet my mate, recognizing through our bond the particular quality of protective rage that now flowed between them despite the physical distance. Liam entered the cabin with barely controlled fury evident in every line of his body, hi