I couldn't stop grinning as I flipped another pancake. Burned. Again. It didn't matter, though. Lila sat on the kitchen bar, her legs swinging, watching me with a smirk that told me she was enjoying this way too much. I wasn't about to give up. Even if I ruined every single one, I was having too much fun pretending I knew what I was doing."You missed a spot," she said, pointing at the mess of flour and egg splattered across the counter."I'm just adding character to the kitchen," I replied, tossing another glob of batter into the pan with exaggerated flair.She laughed and folded her legs up under her. The sleeves of my shirt were too long on her arms, making her look even smaller and more comfortable. Like she belonged here. In my space. In my life."You're enjoying this way too much," I said, flipping a pancake that barely stayed intact."I'm enjoying the show," she replied, resting her chin on her hand. "You're very… committed to this failure."I picked up a fork and stabbed
I stood there staring at him. "I have to reject you."I heard the words. I understood them. But I didn't feel them right away. I had hit a wall, trying to wrap around what he had just said. "What… what do you mean?" I asked.Cast started pacing, his face twisting in a way I hadn't seen before. Broken. That's how he looked. Like he didn't want to say any of this, but he had to.His eyes met mine, and I knew. He wasn't going to take it back."I don't have a choice," he said quietly. "Linc… he needs to mark you. You can't bear my Luna mark anymore."I couldn't breathe. The room spun like someone had ripped the ground from under me. He was serious. He was actually going to do it.Reject me.Tears appeared at the corners of my eyes, and I forced myself to look at him, searching his face for something, anything to hold on to. But all I saw was regret. Pain. He wasn't going to fight this.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. "Will it hurt them?" I blurted out in a panic. Our b
CAST"Tomorrow," I muttered, hating myself as the word left my mouth.Her whole body seemed to go still. Like she was holding back everything she wanted to throw at me. That I deserved to have thrown at me. She walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there staring at the floor. I followed her out to the living room. She was sitting on the couch with her knees tucked under her chin. "Why tomorrow?" she asked as I walked in.I swallowed hard. I didn't trust myself to speak. If I started, I wasn't sure I could stop the flood of everything I'd been holding back. "I need one more night with you." I was barely able to mumble the words out.She sighed, but she didn't argue. Instead, I sat down beside her. Despite sitting so close, she felt rigid and distant. I reached for her hand. She let me take it, but her grip was loose. She was already slipping away, and it hurt so damn bad. I was losing her already. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, piece by piece, and there wasn'
LINC Lila was finally divorced. It was official. She could be mine now. I'd waited for this moment for what felt like forever, but the excitement didn't hit how I thought it would. Instead, there was this hollow fear settling in my chest. It wasn't that I doubted what I wanted—what I needed—but because deep down, I knew. She wasn't in love with me yet. Maybe she never would be. And as long as Cast was still in the picture, I knew she couldn't be. How could I compete with him? They had a bond. A real one. The kind that ran deeper than I'd ever understand. She didn't choose it, but it was there. No matter how much I wanted to be the one to fill the space in her life, Cast was the one still holding her heart. I knew that. I'd always known it. But I couldn't stand still anymore, waiting in the background, watching them live a life together while I sat with nothing. Still, as much as I wanted to tear them apart for good, I couldn't help but think back to the stories. The o
CAST We had spent the entire night on the floor, wrapped around each other. Every time I closed my eyes, fear would claw at me. It whispered if I let go, I'd wake up alone. The bond between us pulsated, more present than ever. But it was fading, slipping away with every breath we took.She hadn't left me, not even for a second. She had stayed curled around mine, both of us on the cold floor, clinging to what we had left. She wrapped around me like I was something worth holding on to. Like I deserved her. I knew better. I wasn't worthy of this. Of her.I looked at her. She looked peaceful but sp worn outIt hit me.This was it. This was our last night like this. Tomorrow, we wouldn't be us anymore. After tomorrow, I wouldn't have her like this, so close, so unguarded. We wouldn't be able to just hold on to each other. It wouldn't be the same.I shifted, moving slowly to slide out from under her. She stirred a little but didn't wake as I gathered her in my arms. Carrying her back t
I stood in the kitchen, shaking as I scrambled the eggs, trying to keep my mind from spiraling. It was so normal, cooking breakfast like I always did. But nothing about today was normal. Not with what was coming hanging over us like a shadow I couldn't escape.Cast sat at the table, watching me in silence. I placed the plate in front of him, my hands trembling slightly as I did. He smiled weakly. He picked up the fork, but I could tell he wasn't hungry. Neither of us were. Still, he ate a few bites, like he was trying to hold on to this last shred of normalcy before everything shattered.I sat across from him, staring at my untouched plate. "It's time," he said mumbled.I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth, unable to move. I knew this was coming, but hearing it made my stomach twist painfully. I set the fork down."I don't… I don't know if I can do this," I whispered as I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with the same pain I felt. For a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, we
I woke up first. We'd slept, clinging to one another the rest of the day and night. We clung to one another like we could physically hold the bond intact still. Like it wouldn't break if we didn't let go. Everything around me was the same. The same bedroom, the same bed, the same man lying beside me.But something wasn't right. The stillness felt strange. Everything felt strange. I lay there blinking at the ceiling, trying to figure out what exactly had changed. His arm was still around my waist, and the bed still smelled like him, but something between us was different. It just wasn't the same. The pull that always drew me closer to him, that electric spark, had dulled. It hadn't disappeared entirely. I still loved him, but the intensity was gone. Like a thread that had frayed at the edges.I glanced over at Cast still asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looked peaceful, but the bond between us... it felt broken. I could feel the gap, the hollow space wh
CAST - I stood in the hallway, staring at the bathroom door she had slammed shut behind her. Everything was falling apart faster than I could keep up with.Less than a day had passed since I'd rejected her, and it already felt like something inside me had been ripped away. I could feel this constant pain in my chest, the void left by the bond that used to be there. Now, it was gone.And it was my fault.All my damn fault.She had pulled away from me like I was poison. I couldn't blame her. Hell, I wanted to pull away from myself. The way she'd flinched when I tried to kiss her, like I was about to burn her. It felt like the final confirmation of everything I feared. She didn't want me anymore, not in the way she used to. Not in the way that mattered.And why should she? I'd ripped her apart. I'd rejected her.I couldn't shake the image of her face, the way she whispered, "I'm sorry," and rested her head on mine. Like that could fix anything. I barely looked at her when I muttered,
DECLAN - I startled awake, breath catching hard. My body tensed, expecting the usual flood of images, the heavy, sinking feeling that came every time I crawled out of sleep. But there was nothing. No nightmares. No flashes of Gaia. Just quiet.Suki was still curled up beside me, the blanket barely covering her. She had gotten too hot in the middle of the night and tossed her shirt somewhere across the room. I stared for a long moment, wondering if she did it to torture me. Maybe it was on purpose, a test of how much self-control I had left. I had spent two weeks fighting every urge, pulling back when I wanted to push forward. That was ending tonight.The second I recovered from the shift, I was taking care of this. I was done waiting. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she knew it. In every way I could. I was relieved she was still asleep. Still so peaceful. I probably talked in my sleep the entire week. I did that a lot as a kid. I still did when I was stressed. Dad used t
DECLAN - I swore she was about to lean in and mark me. My whole body jerked, already reacting to what I thought was coming. Then she didn't. The absence of it hit just as hard. Something close to desperation cracked through my chest. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Every breath felt heavier than the last. Every second dragged. I was losing it. Literally losing it.Suki straddled my lap, pushing me against the mattress. Pressure kept me there, but it wasn't enough to settle the fire running through me. My fingers tightened on her thighs, trying to maintain some level of control here. Nothing worked. The burn spread. Every nerve turned razor-sharp.Her hands moved down my arms like she could pull me back. "Breathe."I tried, but the air seemed to be stuck in my throat. "I can't."She dug her fingers in my skin. "Yes, you can."My teeth clenched. "Suki..."She kissed me, dragging me under before I could stop her. My body jerked into hers, chasing the only thing I could think of.S
SUKI - The night before the full moon arrived, and the energy in the air felt thick enough to choke on. His body didn't fully understand what was coming yet, even if he did. Every instinct in him was preparing for something it had never gone through before. Luckily, I was here to help.My shifts were different. The moon didn't force them on me. I chose when to let my wolf out, when to embrace what was inside me. On the full moon, I wanted to shift. It felt incredible, like everything inside me clicked into place. But I didn't have to. He did. And it hurt. Really bad the first time.I had never understood why werewolves got the short end of the deal. Why their shift had to be something brutal, something to survive rather than something to embrace. If I could take that part away for him, I would. But I wasn't the one in the family with connections to the moon goddess. Declan paced through the Riverwalk house like he was trying to outrun something. He stretched, rolled his shoulders, a
SUKI - We ignored Gaia's birthday entirely. Neither of us spoke about it. Didn't acknowledge the date when it came and went. I'd say I hoped she had a good birthday, but that would be a lie. Instead, we swam in the river.The water was cool and clear, wrapping around us like something separate from the real world. Declan came alive in it, shedding the weight he had been carrying for weeks, moving through the currents like his body was remembering what it felt like to be free.He caught me from behind, dunking me before I could react. I sputtered to the surface, wiping water from my face just as he dove again, disappearing beneath me. A second later, hands gripped my waist, dragging me under. I fought, twisting against him, but he was stronger. Faster.I let him win.He pulled me close, his mouth brushing against mine just as we broke through the surface again. His lips hovered, teasing, waiting. My breath tangled in my throat, but I didn't make him wait long. I pressed into him, wat
SUKI POV - The first few days at the Riverwalk house had been quiet. Not silent, Declan didn't do silent, but calmer. Softer. Far less dramatic. I had expected the grief to eat at him, to turn him sharp, reckless, and impossible to handle. And while the anger still lingered, and he did seem ready to snap at any second, he let me help him. Let me take care of him. Let me put him back together piece by piece.He let me shove him toward the hammock when he was too exhausted to argue. Let me force water into his hand when he was too stubborn to take care of himself. Let me sit beside him and force-feed him, watching to make sure he ate every bite. I cleaned the cuts on his knuckles when he got too lost in his head and hit something he shouldn't have. I massaged the tension from his shoulders when he just couldn't relax. I patched up every wound, physical and otherwise, without him having to ask.He just let me take care of him. Let me curl into him at night when I knew the nightmares wer
SUKI POV -I had known Declan was mine for almost two years. Mine. No one else's. Mine in a way that made my blood hum, made my instincts lock onto him like nothing else ever had. I had known, deep in my bones, that I would kill for him, die for him, claim him in a way no one else ever could. He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him, even if he hadn't realized it yet.The realization hadn't come all at once. It wasn't like lightning striking or some earth-shattering moment of clarity. It settled in quietly, creeping in the way instincts always did. Slow, steady, undeniable once it was there. One day, Declan was my best friend, the person I fought beside, the one I trusted above all others. And then I looked at him, really looked at him, and I knew.He was mine.It happened on a night that should have been unremarkable. We were training late, running drills under the dimming lights, both of us pushing ourselves long past exhaustion. He had yanked off his shirt, sweat dripping dow
My brain would not shut up. I told myself to stop thinking about her body, but it was useless. I was standing there, naked, grieving, trying to process everything, and yet, all I could focus on was the way the water ran over her skin. The way her muscles flexed with every slight movement. The shape of her waist, the way her hips curved in a way that made something in me lock up. Fuck. Everything in my lock up. I gritted my teeth, staring at the tile, trying to drown out the thoughts. She was my best friend. My mate. And I felt like an asshole for noticing her like this, especially right now. But my body did not care. My instincts did not care. They did what they wanted, dragging my focus back to her over and over. She sighed and turned with the loofah in her hand. She looked down, then back up, her grin turning downright smug. "Damn, Dec. You're really going through it, huh? Looks like all the blood in your body decided it had more important places to be." I groaned. "Can you j
"She did not even care." The pain ripped out of me, raw and shaking, breaking apart between sharp breaths. "I tried. I did everything I was supposed to. And she just walked away. Like I meant nothing."Suki did not flinch. Mom did not look away. They sat beside me, letting me fall apart without stopping me. Letting me feel it."She was not even my mate," I choked, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes like I could stop everything from spilling out. Like that would somehow make the tears stop. "I knew that. I knew it the second I saw her. But I still tried. I still did the right thing. I still honored the bond she forced on me. And she just... dropped me. Like it was easy. Like I was disposable."I tried to sit up, but my body refused. "I told myself I could make it work. That I could be what she needed. That I could be enough. And she did not even hesitate. She let me love her, let me stand by her, let me put my whole life on the line for her. And the second she was done with
Cold tile pressed against my cheek, biting against overheated skin. A dull pounding slammed through my skull, relentless, shoving me back into awareness. The room spun in slow, nauseating turns. My limbs refused to cooperate, heavy, disconnected, caught somewhere between exhaustion and the aftermath of last night. For a second, I didn't know where I was.The bath mat was back hanging neatly over the side of the tub like it had never been on the floor with me. My boots sat beside me, lined up perfectly. My shirt was gone. The stale stench of sweat clung to my skin, but a fresh t-shirt and jeans sat folded on the counter, waiting. Someone had been here. Someone had seen me like this.I was covered by an actual blanket. The air felt cooler than before, the AC humming softly in the background. Someone had turned it on while I was passed out.I forced myself up, muscles stiff, movements slow. Light spilled through the half-open door, too bright. The person who undressed and cleaned up afte