Hannah’s POVXavier's kiss was slow and demanding, drawing out all the right emotions in me. He led me away from Jackson's room and back to ours before carefully pulling my hose and plain white cotton panties down my legs.“Dear goddess, Hannah,” Xavier murmured, lifting my foot and biting the pad of my big toe. I gasped at the spark of electricity that shot through me and into my core.He left warm, soft kisses from my ankle up to my knee before lifting the other foot to do the same. I nearly climaxed when his teeth sank into the ball of my other foot.I watched him, my breaths coming in shallow, unsatisfying gasps, and my heart pounding. He pushed my thighs apart and kissed the soft flesh of my inner thighs.I watched him down the length of my body, my fingers knotted in the sheet beneath me. “I want to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I first saw you tonight in that black dress.”His deep blue eyes locked onto mine as his tongue worked slowly from the well of my
HANNAH’S POVI woke to the soothing sound of Xavier’s soft snores that morning. Next to me, my mate’s chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, his broad shoulders and chiseled features relaxed in slumber. Smiling, I brushed a stray lock of his dark hair from his forehead.“You’re even handsome when you’re snoring, you know that?” I whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear me.The memory of our pre-anniversary dinner date lingered in my mind—the soft candlelight, the exquisite Italian cuisine, and the way he ravished me afterward with his tongue. Everything about it still sent shivers down my spine. Leaning in, I brushed a soft kiss against his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.“Wake up soon, love,” I murmured, careful not to disturb him. I slipped out of bed, my feet meeting the cool hardwood floor, and began my morning routine.In the kitchen, early sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow. The sweet scent of pancake batter soon filled the air. Fr
Hannah’s POVAfter Xavier left, Jackson and I settled into his room for a morning of playtime. He was at his most imaginative, lining up his colorful blocks to build a tower he proudly called "Dada's big castle.""Momma, look!" Jackson exclaimed, stretching on his tiptoes beside the precariously leaning structure."What’s this, my little architect?" I said, holding my hands out to steady it. "Be careful, though—if it falls, you might get squished!"Jackson giggled, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. Before long, gravity won, and the castle came crashing down, blocks scattering everywhere. Instead of crying, Jackson burst out laughing, clapping his tiny hands."Boom! Dada's go boom!"I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “You’re right. Boom! Now, let’s see if we can make it even taller this time.”We spent the next hour building, knocking down, and rebuilding, the room filled with his infectious laughter. Eventually, his boundless energy began to wane. Jackson crawled into my l
HANNAH’S POVThe day of our anniversary felt alive, the air buzzing with an energy that seemed to seep into every corner of our home.Laughter echoed through the hallways, mingling with the hum of music, the clinking of glasses, and the soft shuffle of footsteps on polished floors.What began as an intimate gathering of our closest circle had grown into something grander—a celebration where our pack and friends came together in joy.The air smelled faintly of lavender and cedarwood, the signature scents of our people, blending with the rich aroma of the feast prepared in our honor.As I descended the stairs, the soft rustle of my gown brushing against the carpeted steps, my gaze locked with Xavier’s. His piercing blue eyes were like a beacon in the crowd, pulling me toward him.His lips curved into a small smile that sent warmth flooding through me, but it was his eyes—filled with adoration and pride—that made my breath hitch. Clad in a sleek black tuxedo tailored to perfection, he ex
Hannah’s POVThe music faded, leaving an expectant hush in its wake. Xavier’s commanding voice sliced through the silence like a blade—steady and deliberate.“Loved ones, friends, and pack members,” he began, his tone carrying a weight that gripped everyone’s attention. “Today, we celebrate not only our love but also the future of our pack.”He turned then, his piercing eyes locking onto Jackson, who rested against my chest—small and blissfully unaware of the world’s expectations. For a fleeting moment, Xavier’s expression softened, the intensity giving way to a flicker of pride and tenderness.“My son, Jackson, is more than just my child,” Xavier declared, his voice firm yet laced with affection. “He is the future of our pack.”A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered wolves. Uneasy whispers filled the room, their meaning clear even in fragments: Too young. Not even a Lycan. Is he serious? But none dared openly question Xavier’s authority. His presence was a force that demande
Xavier’s POVAs the last guests drifted out, their laughter fading into the cool embrace of the night, I turned toward Hannah. Her smile was still there, soft and steady, but her eyes betrayed her—a shadow lingering in their depths. The kind of shadow I’d learned to recognize.“You were incredible tonight,” I murmured, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her. My voice was gentle, a thread meant to pull her into me. “Everything was perfect, thanks to you.”Her lips curved faintly, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice calm but thin, as if she’d spent the last of her energy on the evening.“Hannah,” I pressed, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve seemed... distracted.”Her lips curved again, a shadow of her usual warmth. “I’m fine, Xavier. Just tired, that’s all.”I didn’t believe her, but I nodded, not wanting to push her in the middle of our farewell to the guests. Still, a pang of unease lod
COBY’S POVI stormed out of the pack house, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. Fury coursed through my veins, hot and relentless. Xavier’s smug grin and Hannah’s unwavering stare replayed in my mind like an unforgiving loop.They thought they could strip me of my claim—my right to Jackson. My son. My flesh and blood. The air was crisp, biting against my heated skin as I stalked toward the quarters. The muted crunch of leaves beneath my boots barely registered over the roar of anger in my head.He thinks he can just name and parade Jackson as his heir? The thought was a match to the gasoline fueling my rage. He doesn’t know what’s coming.Xavier’s smug smirk flashed in my mind again, paired with Hannah’s cold, unyielding stare. My fists clenched at the memory. “My son Jackson will be my heir,” Xavier had said, his voice dripping with conviction. “He will be the next leader of this pack.”Hannah had stood beside him, beaming with pride. My son. My flesh and bl
COBY/VIVIAN’S POV*Coby*I followed Vivian, my curiosity blazing with each measured step. Her movements were deliberate, her presence magnetic in a way that felt maddeningly intentional. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in the crisp morning air, teasing my focus.Ahead, she approached the elder’s quarters, and my heart thudded as I recognized the destination—her mother’s residence.At the door, she hesitated, glancing briefly over her shoulder. My pulse quickened as I pressed myself against the rough bark of an oak tree. If she sensed me, she didn’t let it show. Instead, she knocked softly, and after a pause, the door opened. Her mother’s warm, melodic voice greeted her.“Vivian, darling!” Her mother embraced her with genuine affection, her laugh light and musical.“Mother,” Vivian replied with a small smile, her tone betraying no tension.I exhaled slowly, relief washing over me. Maybe I’d been too quick to assume she was off to see someone else. The quiet suspicion that had gnawe
COBY’S POVI leaned against the counter, arms folded, the cool edge pressing into my back as I stood there, silent. My eyes stayed on them—Hannah, her arms wrapped tight around Jackson, his head tucked under her chin like it was where he belonged.Her face was hidden, buried in his messy curls, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if she was smiling or holding back tears. Either way, I wasn’t part of it.Jackson’s laughter cut through the heavy silence like sunlight piercing storm clouds. It was bright, full, and innocent in a way that made my throat tighten.The sound pulled a smile from me despite everything, but it was fleeting. The joy in his laugh felt like a reminder of everything I wasn’t—everything I’d lost.“Can I have pancakes?” he asked, his small, hopeful voice breaking the quiet.“Pancakes?” Hannah repeated, tilting her head to look down at him with a teasing glint in her eye. “Hmm… what about broccoli pancakes instead? So healthy. So delicious.” Her voice was playful, soft—
HANNAH’S POVOnce inside, I led Coby to the dining table and gestured for him to sit. He sank into the chair heavily, as though gravity had claimed a special hold on him.Without a word, I poured him a cup of coffee. The kettle hissed softly, and the bitter scent of the brew filled the air. I placed the mug in front of him, the faint clink against the table the only sound between us. “Here,” I said simply.“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice rough and small. He wrapped both hands around the mug, his fingers trembling slightly. He sipped, his shoulders slumping further, as if the heat in the cup could thaw the cold inside him.I sat across from him, my gaze sharp and unwavering. He avoided it, staring into the dark liquid like it held answers he was too afraid to speak aloud.The Coby I remembered wasn’t this… diminished. He used to carry himself with a sharp-edged arrogance, always ready to cut someone down if it suited him. Now, that sharpness was gone, dulled to something that looked u
HANNAH’S POVI woke to the soft, rhythmic sound of Jackson’s breathing beside me, his little chest rising and falling with such perfect innocence that it made my heart ache. The pale sunlight seeped through the curtains, painting his face in a golden glow. For a moment, I didn’t move, just watched him—the curve of his cheeks, the flutter of his lashes.He looked so peaceful, and in that stillness, I found a fleeting sense of calm. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to his warm cheek, my lips lingering for a heartbeat.Slipping from the bed, I tightened my robe around me and padded silently to the bathroom. The cool splash of water on my face was like a reset button, wiping away the remnants of sleep. As I dried my face, the thought of pancakes floated to mind—unbidden but welcome. Jackson loved pancakes, especially with a swirl of honey.Back in the bedroom, I changed into Xavier shorts and leggings before pulling my hair into a loose bun.Humming softly, I headed to the kitchen, t
EVA’S POVThe sharp knock at the door tore through my sleep like a blade, yanking me from a fragile dream. I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and pressing my face into the pillow, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and leave.The knocking came again, harder this time, rattling the thin door. “Whoever it is, go away!” I shouted, my voice thick with sleep and irritation.“Eva! It’s me—please, open up!”Vivian? Her voice cracked, raw and unfamiliar, and an uneasy prickle shot through me. I dragged myself out of bed, my head foggy as I stumbled across the room.She never sounded like that—not Vivian, not the girl who could chew someone out without breaking a sweat.When I pulled the door open, whatever I was about to say died in my throat. She stood there, trembling, barely holding herself upright.Her hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands, and her oversized shirt—definitely not hers—hung awkwardly off one shoulder. But it was her eyes that hit me the hardest. They were swolle
VIVIAN’S POVThe night was alive with tension, each breath of wind carrying the weight of my choices. The six guards surrounded me in a loose circle, their postures sharp, hands resting near weapons that might as well have been unsheathed.Their eyes burned with the kind of suspicion that came only from long, hard training. Predators. My wolf stirred beneath my skin—a coiled spring of instinct and fury. I swallowed it down with a low growl, a sound that straddled the line between warning and restraint.This wasn’t the time. Not yet.I pulled air into my lungs, slow and deliberate, willing my wolf to retreat. The shift back to human form hit like a vice tightening around every bone in my body, each joint snapping into place with brutal finality.When it was over, I stood there bare and trembling, the cool night air a sharp reminder of how fragile this form could feel. My breaths came unsteady, but I forced my voice to remain calm. Steady.“I’m Luna Vivian, wife of Alpha Coby of the Cri
VIVIAN’S POVThe taillights vanished into the yawning dark, swallowed by the endless stretch of road. A lump rose in my throat—sharp and suffocating—and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.My chest hitched as I choked down a sob that threatened to claw its way free. He’d done it. Coby had really left me—abandoned me—without a second glance, without a shred of hesitation.The cold pressed against my skin like icy needles, but even that was nothing compared to the hollow ache churning inside me.The forest loomed beyond the crumbling pack house, its gnarled branches clawing at the moonlit sky like skeletal fingers. Shadows pooled beneath the trees—dark, alive—and my gut twisted.Rogues could be out there, lurking, watching, waiting. I shivered, but not from the cold. The fear pressed down on me, heavy and relentless, making my pulse race and my breaths come shallow.“Get a grip,” I whispered, though my voice barely broke the silence. My legs felt leaden as I forced them to move, each step
COBY’S POVThe car hurtled down the desolate road, the growl of the engine loud but not loud enough. The chaos in my mind was deafening. My fingers clamped around the steering wheel, nails biting into the leather. My jaw ached from clenching so hard.I had done it. Finally. I had walked away from her for good.But her voice—raw, broken—clung to me like a ghost. “Coby, please! Don’t go! Don’t leave me like this!”Her scream had shattered something inside me, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get back. Even now, the memory of it tightened around my chest like a vice. But I couldn’t stop. Not after what she’d done.The name came unbidden: that damn Elijah.Just thinking his name made my blood boil. How could she? After everything we had been through, after everything I had sacrificed for her, how could she betray me like this? I slammed my hand against the wheel, the sharp pain in my palm doing nothing to ease the rage burning through me.She had stood there, tears streaming down her face
VIVIAN’S POVHis grip on my throat faltered, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across his stormy eyes. I gasped, dragging air into my burning lungs, coughing as if it might stop the world from spinning.“For us?” His voice dropped to a low growl, quieter now but seething with danger.“Yes!” I choked, my words tumbling out through tears that burned hot trails down my cheeks. “Everything I did, Coby, I did for us. Do you think I wanted this? That I—” My voice cracked, and I gritted my teeth, forcing the words past the lump in my throat.“Do you think I enjoyed it? Being near him, letting him think he had control over me? I hated every second of being with him. But I thought—” I faltered, my voice trembling like brittle glass. “I thought if I gave him what he wanted, we could have his resources and support. It was the only way. For us. For our future.”His fingers twitched, loosening slightly, though they lingered at my throat. His breath was uneven, his chest heaving with restrained rag
VIVIAN’S POV“What truth are you talking about, Coby?” My voice came out sharper than intended, the sharp edge of fear making it crack. I couldn’t help it—the way he’d been acting, the things he’d been saying—it wasn’t like him.Coby didn’t answer. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked deeper into the ruins, his boots crunching over broken glass and rotting wood.“Coby!” I called after him, my voice rising in pitch—a mix of frustration and panic. My pulse thudded in my ears as I watched his retreating figure. He was acting so strange, so... off.Whatever madness had taken hold of him that night, I had to stop it. I needed to drag him out of that place before something terrible happened—something we couldn’t come back from.He was slipping away—both physically and emotionally—and I couldn’t let that happen. Not now.I hurried after him, stumbling slightly as I tried to navigate the broken remains of the house. The scent of damp wood and decay filled my nostri