HANNAH’S POVCecilia reached for me, her trembling fingers hovering inches from my arm. Her tearful eyes pleaded with me.“Hannah, please.” Her voice cracked like fragile glass. “You have to believe me. I didn’t know. I never imagined—”“Just stop!” I cut her off, my words sharp, though my voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I believe you, Cecilia. But do you think that makes any of this better? It doesn’t! Vivian is your daughter, and that makes it worse. She tried to kill my son!”Her tears fell freely now, streaking her pale cheeks. Her lips moved, grasping for words that wouldn’t come, but I didn’t want them. Couldn’t hear them. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating. I turned abruptly, leaving her drowning in her silence.In the hallway, Xavier stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a picture of tension waiting to snap. The moment his gaze landed on me, he straightened, his brows knitting together.“What happened?” he asked, his voice tight, coiled l
VIVIAN’S POVMy hands quivered as I raised them to knock on Eva’s door. The weight of dread pressed down on my chest, making each shallow breath feel like dragging air through a sieve.The street behind me was too quiet—the kind of silence that amplifies every stray noise. My thoughts spiraled. What if someone was already watching? What if they were on their way?Knock. Harder this time. My pulse hammered in my ears, the sound deafening.The door creaked open, and Eva’s sharp gaze pinned me in place. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching.“Vivian?” she said, her voice a little too calm, though curiosity hummed underneath.I didn’t wait for more. I pushed past her, stumbling inside like my legs could barely remember how to hold me up.“Close the door,” I rasped, my voice rough and strained.My knees buckled as I reached the couch, collapsing onto it. My hands flew to my face, and I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work. The room swayed.“Vivian.” Her voice was sharper now, la
VIVIAN’S POVThe air seemed to thin as Eva’s words sliced through it, cold and final. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. Surely, she couldn’t mean—“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” My voice cracked, raw with disbelief and desperation. “You’re just going to leave me and my mother to face this? Alone?”Eva’s expression didn’t waver. She leaned casually against her desk, arms folded—the picture of composed indifference. But there was a chill in her eyes that made my stomach twist.“Vivian,” she began, her tone maddeningly calm, “getting involved now would only implicate us further. That would bring trouble—not just for you, but for everyone here. You need to understand that. Running isn’t an option. Alpha Xavier has already tightened security. No one leaves this pack without his say-so.”Her words struck me like a hammer. Panic clawed up my throat, my chest tightening like a vise. My hands trembled, clenched into fists as I struggled to hold myself together.“So that’s
EVA’S POVAs soon as the door slammed shut behind Vivian, the air seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. A snarl tore from my throat before I could stop it—a raw, jagged sound that mirrored my frayed nerves.My hands clenched into trembling fists as I stared at the now-empty chair, the weight of her failure settling in my chest like lead."How could she screw up something so simple?" I hissed under my breath, the words cutting like a bitter knife. Poisoning a cake—it wasn’t rocket science. It wasn’t some elaborate spell requiring finesse. Just a drop of that substance, a quiet delivery, and we’d be free of this nightmare.Instead, we were careening toward disaster because Vivian couldn’t follow through.I raked my fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands in frustration. My pacing was sharp and restless, the old floorboards creaking underfoot as if groaning in agreement with the chaos swirling in my head.“Damn it, Vivian,” I spat, my voice sharp enough to cut. My shadow
EVA’S POVI arrived at Elijah’s house with my lungs on fire, each breath a ragged scrape in my chest. The cold air bit at my cheeks, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, urgency, and a single, unyielding thought: I had to reach him.When the house servant opened the door, I all but stumbled inside. His startled expression barely registered.“Miss Eva—” he started, but I brushed past him without a word, my boots echoing sharply against the marble floor.Elijah’s study was at the far end of the hall, a place I’d walked to countless times but never with this kind of dread pressing down on me. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else as I reached the door. Without hesitation, I shoved it open.The sight before me stopped me mid-step.Elijah sat at the head of a long oak table, his posture as poised and powerful as ever. But it wasn’t just him. Four elders from the pack council surrounded him, their lined faces snapping toward me in perfect, synchronized
XAVIER’S POVI stepped into the room, the faint creak of the door announcing my arrival. The air inside was heavy, charged with a tension that seemed to ripple outward the moment I crossed the threshold. My presence was a storm cloud—dark, looming—and I saw it reflected in their faces: every flicker of unease, every subtle shift of a foot.A servant showed me to the living room before disappearing down the hallway, likely to fetch his master, Elder Elijah. My eyes swept the room with practiced precision, noting every movement, every detail.Then I saw her.Beatrice stood near the far wall, half-hidden behind the stairs, as if she wished she could vanish entirely. I stared at her, memories flooding my mind. She was once vibrant, her laughter brightening even the dullest corners of a room. Now, she was a shadow of her former self—silent, fragile, yet trying too hard to appear composed.Ever since her son, Edward, had been convicted of a crime, she had withdrawn from everyone, retreating
Eva’s POVI paced the length of Elder Elijah’s study, my arms wrapped around myself like a shield. The air in the room was heavy and oppressive, pressing against my chest until my breaths came shallow and uneven.Every creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet felt deafening in the suffocating silence. My mind churned with dark thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last.What if Vivian broke? What if she told Xavier everything? What if he’s out there right now, ready to tear everything apart?My hands trembled uncontrollably. I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the polished wood as if its solidity could keep me grounded. It didn’t.My heart thundered in my ears—a relentless drumbeat drowning out reason. For a moment, my vision swam, and the room spun as panic clawed its way up my throat.The sudden creak of the door shattered the silence. I whipped around, nearly stumbling in my haste. Elijah entered, calm as ever, his movements deliberate and composed. The d
Elijah’s POVAs the door clicked shut behind Eva, I dragged a hand over my face, the weight of frustration pressing into my temples. She was chaos personified—volatile, impulsive, dangerous. A storm barely contained, and I was the fool trying to keep it from breaking loose.I moved to the window, tugging the heavy curtains aside just enough to catch a glimpse of her. She was scurrying down the walkway, her coat flapping like the wings of a frightened bird. She didn’t even glance back. Typical.“Damn it, Eva,” I muttered under my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. If she didn’t keep herself together, it wouldn’t just be her downfall. She’d take me down too.The sharp knock at the door snapped me from my spiraling thoughts. I straightened, smoothing the front of my shirt with deliberate precision before opening it. Beatrice stood there, her expression carved from ice, though the fire in her eyes betrayed her fury.“She’s gone,” she announced, stepping inside without waiting for an i
HANNAH’S POVWith a quiet hum, I stepped into our bedroom, feeling something I hadn’t in days—lightness. It was fragile, tentative, like the first glimpse of sunlight after a storm, but it was there. A welcome change from the heaviness that had settled in my chest for too long.Laughter floated up from downstairs—Jackson’s high-pitched giggles mixing with Xavier’s deep, teasing voice. I could picture them perfectly: Jackson, all wide eyes and determination, his little legs pumping as he ran, Xavier deliberately holding back just enough to let our son think he was winning.A soft smile pulled at my lips. These moments—these stolen, ordinary joys—were the ones that mattered. They were the anchor when everything else threatened to drift too far.Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair and decided I had time for a quick shower before joining them. My body ached for the warmth, the release. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the dresser and made my way to the bathroom, nudging the d
HANNAH’S POVThe first thing I noticed when I stirred awake was the absence of warmth beside me. My fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over cool, empty sheets where Xavier should have been. My brows pulled together as I blinked against the lingering haze of sleep.He was always the last to leave our bed, keeping me tucked against him until I was fully awake—like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting me go too soon. But lately, he barely slept in.I parted my lips, about to call for him, when a deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the house. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a presence—rich and full—vibrating through the walls and settling in my chest like a heartbeat I had come to rely on.Then came a burst of high-pitched giggles—wild, unrestrained, and utterly contagious.Jackson.A slow warmth unfurled inside me, wrapping around my ribs like a gentle embrace. Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I pushed back the covers and stepped onto the cool wooden floor, drawn to the sou
XAVIER'S POVEventually, I forced myself to shut off the water. Drying off quickly, I pulled on a pair of pajama pants, the fabric cool against my damp skin.When I stepped into the bedroom, Hannah was already curled up on the bed, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet room. She looked up, sleep heavy in her gaze, and offered a tired smile.I climbed in beside her without hesitation, wrapping her in my arms. She nestled against me with a sigh, her warmth seeping into me, grounding me. Her scent—wildflowers and something unmistakably her—wrapped around me like a lullaby. My wolf rumbled in satisfaction, his restless energy finally easing.She pressed a lazy kiss to my chest. “You okay now?”I tightened my hold, burying my face in her hair. “I am now.”Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin—a silent comfort, a silent promise.“Then sleep,” she whispered.For the first time in hours, maybe even days, I let my eyes close. The world outside was still spinning, still filled wi
Xavier's POVThe moment I stepped through the door, exhaustion didn’t just hit me—it crashed into me like a wrecking ball, rattling every bone, dragging at every muscle. The weight of the day had settled deep, turning my limbs sluggish, my thoughts heavier than stone. But then I saw her.Hannah.She stood in the living room, her arms loosely crossed, her fingers tracing absent patterns along her sleeve. The second her eyes met mine, something in them shifted—worry, relief, love—all colliding in that single, unguarded moment. And just like that, the crushing weight on my chest lightened. Not gone. But lighter.Her arms tightened around me, like she was holding me together. “You’re late,” she murmured against my shoulder, her voice laced with concern.“I know.” My voice was rough, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands resting lightly on my chest. Her touch was warm, grounding. “You look like hell.”I let out a breathless chuckle, but i
Eva's POVThe gown tore apart in his hands, the delicate silk splitting with a sound that was both sharp and soft—like a secret being revealed. It fell to the floor, pooling around my feet, leaving me bare under his hungry gaze. His eyes burned as they traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, which rose and fell with each shaky breath I took.My nipples hardened under his stare, aching for his touch, and a shiver of vulnerability ran through me. But then his hands were on me, rough and demanding, and that vulnerability turned into something hotter—something desperate.His fingers dug into my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, twisting them just enough to send sharp, delicious waves of pleasure through me.I moaned, my head falling back, my body arching into his touch. "Fuck, yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. The ache between my legs grew unbearable; my clit throbbed with every tug of his fingers.I reached for his shir
EVA’S POVSomething flickered across his face—satisfaction, maybe. Victory. Whatever it was, it sent a cold shiver down my spine.His smirk widened as he stepped aside. “Smart girl.”I stepped past him, my pulse hammering. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside. A weight settled over me like a second skin. Had I just made a deal with the devil?The air inside was thick—warm, slightly humid, carrying the scent of cologne, whiskey, and something else. Something dangerous. Coby took a slow step toward me, his gaze never leaving my face.“You made the right choice, Eva.” His voice had softened, smooth now, coaxing.I forced a small, tight smile. “I figured.”He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as if he were peeling back my layers, searching for hesitation. I didn’t give him any.Then, abruptly, he clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet room.“Well, that calls for a celebration, doesn’t it?”I blinked. “A celebration?”A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Of
EVA'S POVThe door clicked shut with a quiet finality, but I stood frozen, staring at it as if Coby might walk back through any second. My breath hitched, my chest tight. My hands trembled—damn it.I clenched them into fists, pressing my palms hard against the cool, chipped counter. The kitchen felt smaller, like the walls were closing in, trapping me in the echo of his words."Then you’d better hope Elijah never talks."His voice played over and over in my mind—calm, certain—like he already knew how this would end. And maybe he did. Because if Elijah talked—if he told Xavier everything—my name would come up.I wasn’t innocent.I never told Vivian to poison Jackson, but I knew who gave the order. I knew what she planned to do, and I let it happen. I let her get caught. And I told myself it wasn’t my problem.But now? Now it was my problem.I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my temples. Think. I needed to think. If I went to Xavier and told him Elijah gave the order, Elijah
COBY'S POV“You really think he won’t throw you to the wolves?” I pressed. “Now that he’s backed into a corner? If naming you buys him even a second of freedom, do you honestly believe he won’t do it?”Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “I didn’t do anything.”“Doesn’t matter.” I tilted my head, watching her carefully. “All that matters is what Xavier believes. And right now? You’re one loose end away from being tied up.”Eva raked a hand through her hair, her breaths uneven. Her sharp, guarded eyes met mine with something dangerously close to desperation. “And what do you get out of this?”I held her gaze. “Justice.”She scoffed. “Bullshit. You want Elijah gone, and you’re using me to make it happen.”I didn’t deny it. I didn’t have to.A long, heavy silence stretched between us. The weight of her choices settled over her like a storm cloud—thick and suffocating.“And if I say no?” she finally whispered.I let a slow, knowing smile creep onto my face. “Then you’d better pray Elijah ne
Coby's POVI walked out of Xavier’s office with measured steps, my face a mask of calm. But the moment I turned the corner, my entire body seized with a violent tremor. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms—sharp and grounding.Damn it all to hell.He knew. Xavier fucking knew the truth. But how?The way he looked at me... No, it was not a vague suspicion. Xavier had looked at me like a blade pressing against flesh—slow, precise, cutting deeper with every second. His voice had been steady, but his words carried weight—deliberate and heavy with unspoken certainty. He wasn’t just fishing. He was baiting me.I forced a slow breath through my nose, but the walls of the packhouse seemed to inch closer, pressing against me, suffocating. The air felt thick, charged with something unseen. I could still feel the weight of his stare on my back, branding me long after I’d left his office.I needed to think. Fast.Shoving open the door to my quarters, I shut it behind me with a sha