I stood outside Declan Lincoln's sleek office in downtown, a few streets over from Cast's. I had an appointment, but my nerves had me frozen in place. The receptionist hadn't even let me in yet. I buzzed the intercom once more and waited.
Nothing. I pressed the button again. Still nothing. I sighed in frustration. I was about to turn away when a man walked past me, glancing down at his phone. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, dark against his smooth, deep brown skin. Our eyes met. He stopped mid-step. "Lila?" I blinked, taking in the sharp features of his face. "Luca?" He smiled wide, stepping toward me. "Wow, I didn't expect to see you here. It's been ages." "It really has," I replied, the pressure in my chest easing slightly at the sight of an old friend. "You work here?" "I do." He held up his ID badge, flashing it at the door's scanner. It beeped, unlocking the entrance that had refused me just moments ago. He opened the door and gestured for me to enter. "Senior legal associate now. And you? What are you doing here?" "I'm trying to meet Declan Lincoln," I said, stepping inside the calm lobby. "But they won't even buzz me in." Luca shook his head. "You wouldn't believe how many times that happens. The firm is tight on security, especially regarding powerful clients." "Sounds like Castor," I muttered under my breath. Luca looked at me. "Wait. Castor Roman? The Asshole Real Estate Investor Alpha that owns half that damn city? Damn girl, you bagged a big one." "Soon to be ex," I said. "I'm trying to get a divorce, but no one wants to go against him." Luca's expression darkened slightly as he looked at me. "Lincoln's a tough guy to deal with. He's smart but not the type to take risks. Are you sure this is your best bet?" "I don't have any other options," I replied. "Castor has his hands in everything. No one wants to help me." Luca sighed, glancing toward the reception desk. "Let me handle this. I'll get you in." He strode over and spoke to the receptionist, flashing his badge and convincing her that I had an appointment. She hesitated, glancing between us before finally nodding. "Ms. Roman, right? You can go up." "Thanks, Luca," I said with a smile. He nodded. "Good luck, Lila. You'll need it." I made my way to the elevator. I entered a quiet hallway lined with glass walls when the elevator dinged. The door at the end bore "Declan Lincoln" in sharp, silver letters. I pushed open the door. Inside, Declan Lincoln sat behind an enormous mahogany desk, his dark brown hair perfectly styled and his blue eyes sharp as he looked at me. He was tanned and broad-shouldered. His presence filled the room effortlessly. I had read about how he could handle even the messiest of cases, but now, sitting before him, I wasn't as sure. Could he really help me? "Ms. Roman," he said, motioning to the chair in front of him. "Please, sit." I took a deep breath and sat down. "I need help." He didn't respond immediately, just studied me, then leaned back in his chair. "I'm aware of your situation with Castor Roman. But I'll be honest with you, Mrs. Roman. Taking on a case involving him is... complicated." "I'm not asking for anything complicated," I muttered. "Just a divorce. I'm done being his wife. Done living in his shadow." He cocked his head to the side. "You signed a prenup, didn't you?" I nodded as I swallowed hard. "Yes, but I don't want his money. I just want out." Declan leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. "I've dealt with men like Castor before. He won't make this easy for you." "He doesn't have a choice," I declared. "I'm not staying with him." "And what's Castor's stance on this?" "He won't let me go," I admitted. "He thinks I owe him something. And now..." I paused, considering how much to say. I couldn't tell him about the pregnancy. Not yet. "Now, he's making demands. He wants me to give him an heir before I can leave." Declan's expression didn't change, but I could see his demeanor change. "An heir, interesting. And you're struggling to get pregnant?" I hesitated. "Something like that." He studied me, then shook his head. "Lila, I'd like to help you, but Castor Roman has connections in every corner of this city. I can't take your case without a conflict of interest." "What conflict?" I asked, leaning forward. "Name one." He hesitated but couldn't answer. "So you're just scared of him like everyone else in this town. Got it." I stood, feeling a boldness surge inside me. This wasn't like me, but I couldn't sit here and let him dismiss me. Not after everything. "Thanks for your time, Mr. Lincoln. I'll find someone who isn't afraid to stand up to him." I turned to leave, my entire body trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I wasn't sure if I was being brave or stupid, but it felt good to stand up for myself finally. As I stepped out onto the street, I didn't get far before I saw him. Castor stood across the sidewalk, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel his anger from where I stood the second he saw me. He crossed the street in long, determined strides, and I only had a moment to brace myself before he grabbed my arm. "You think you can just go to a lawyer? This close to my office, Lila?" he snarled, yanking me toward his building. "Trying to sneak around behind my back? You're not leaving me, Lila. Not until you give me what I want. I thought I'd made that clear." I struggled to pull free, but his grip tightened around my wrist, and I was yanked more each time I resisted. I looked around. People stared, but no one dared to help. Castor had that effect on people. Fear. Power. No one would stand against him, not even for me. "You're hurting me," I said through gritted teeth. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "You'll come home with me right now, or I swear, I'll make your life a living hell. You think you can embarrass me like this? Go to a law firm in the same damn town, Lila? You're my wife. My property. And you'll do what I say now." "Let go of her." Castor froze as his head snapped up. Declan Lincoln stood on the steps of the law firm, his eyes locked on Castor's hand around my arm. "This is none of your business," Castor said, his grip tightening until I yelped. "It is now," Declan said, confidently walking down the steps to where we stood. "If you have any issues with my client, Mr. Roman, you can take them up with me. But you will not touch her again, or I will have you arrested." I stood there, stunned, as Declan reached out and pulled Castor's hand from my arm with surprising ease. Castor just glared at him. "You're making a mistake," Castor growled, stepping back. "This isn't over, Lila." With one last threatening look, he turned and stormed down the street back to his office. Declan stood beside me, staring at him until he was out of sight. "Are you all right?" I nodded, though I wasn't sure if I believed it. "I will be." He nodded. "Good. Because this isn't going to be easy, Castor Roman doesn't back down. But neither do I."Castor's message came in the late afternoon, just when I started believing I could have a peaceful evening. I gripped my phone tightly as his words glared back at me. "If you want the divorce, meet me at seven. We'll settle this once and for all. Your lawyer will be here and everything." I should have known better. I should have sensed that something was off. But I was too desperate for it to be true, too hopeful that he had finally given up and was ready to let me go. So, I pulled myself together, dressed in a white sundress that clung to my curves from the weight I was already gaining, and headed to the address he gave me. The elegant building was tucked away in the heart of the city, its tall windows glowing with warm light. Inside, the space buzzed with energy. It was a large ballroom filled with high-ranking werewolves from all over. Something was wrong. My stomach twisted as I stepped inside, scanning the room. Castor appeared by my side almost immediately, gripping my
LINC POV - I watched from across the room as Lila slapped Castor hard, loud enough to make the entire banquet hall fall silent. The crowd parted, murmuring in shock as she stormed away, her white dress stained and clinging to her body. Castor stood there, frozen, his face contorted with anger, but he didn't follow her. Not this time. He knew better. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she pushed through the crowd and disappeared through the doors. She was different from the women I was used to seeing in these circles. She was strong, bold, and unpredictable. As she made clear, she didn't back down even with her husband, her soon-to-be ex-husband. I had come here tonight expecting nothing more than the usual pleasantries, the familiar politics of pack life. But Lila? She had turned everything on its head in a matter of seconds. Castor had miscalculated if he thought he could control her forever. I excused myself from the conversation I had barely been listening to and mad
Linc had given me a lifeline, and I knew I had to take it, but walking into yet another law firm felt like admitting how tangled my life had really become. I stood outside the building, staring up at its sleek glass façade, fighting the instinct to turn around and run. But I couldn't keep running from this. Castor had to be dealt with, and I couldn't do it alone. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The receptionist didn't even glance at me twice this time as I told her I had an appointment. She buzzed me through, and before I knew it, I was sitting across from a lawyer who looked like he belonged in some glossy magazine. Everything about her was polished, from her pantsuit to how her hair was styled. She reviewed the paperwork I'd brought. "So, you're the one Lincoln recommended," she finally said, setting the papers down. I nodded. "Yes. I assume Mr. Lincoln already told you about my situation." The lawyer smiled. "I know enough to understand this will be a tough case. Ca
I spent days searching for a job. Each morning, I woke with a knot of anxiety in my stomach, knowing that I would face another round of rejections. The world outside Castor’s grip was cruel, and I had never realized how dependent I had been on him. The rejection was hard to take. I didn’t have a degree, and my resume was little more than a blank page. Most companies barely let me finish speaking before they cut me off. Some knew who I was the second I introduced myself. “Lila Roman? Castor Roman’s wife?” The interviewers would stare. They didn’t say it outright, but I could tell they were afraid. Afraid of hiring someone tied to the most powerful Alpha in the city. I wasn’t a person to them. I was Castor’s property, even if I was trying to leave him. No one wanted to be caught in his orbit. No one wanted to take the risk. I tried to hold onto hope. I couldn’t go back to Castor, not after everything. But the weight of the rejections piled up, making me feel smaller each day. I w
It was my third week working at the diner, and I had settled into the job as much as possible. The early morning rush was relentless every single day, and the nausea hit harder some days than others.My breasts and back ached constantly, and my feet were sore from standing all day, but I forced myself to push through. I needed this job. The symptoms just reminded me of why I was pushing so hard.I wiped down the counter, my thoughts drifting to Cast. Even after everything, his influence refused to leave me alone. The whispers around town and the way people stared when they recognized me came back to him.The ex-Luna, now just a cook in some dingy diner.That's what they saw. What they whispered.As I scrubbed harder, trying to focus on anything else, the door slammed open against the wall as it was forcefully opened. The force of it startled me, and I didn't need to turn around to know who had just walked in. My parents had found me. I froze.“Delilah Montez Roman!” My mother's voice
CAST - The memory of Lila's face that day haunted me. She looked at me, eyes steady, as she told me she was leaving. At first, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was just a phase, that she'd come back, see reason. But she hadn't. And the longer she stayed away, the more I panicked. "Mr. Roman, the Blakely contract needs your signature," Maya, my assistant, called from the doorway. I barely glanced up. "I'll get to it later." It came out harsher than I intended, but I didn't care. The frustration was too much. Maya knew better than to push when I was like this. I heard the door click shut behind her as she left me alone with my thoughts. I stood and started pacing the length of the office. I couldn't get Lila's face out of my mind. The cold, determined way she'd looked at me before walking out. At first, I thought she was bluffing, that she'd return. She had to, she was my fated mate. My Luna. The mother of my child. But she didn't, and that's when the panic set in. Slamming
Browsing through the maternity section made everything feel surreal. Tiny outfits hung on racks, each a reminder of the life growing inside me. I trailed my hand over a little onesie, imagining my baby wearing it. I hadn't planned on being here, in this aisle, pregnant and alone, but here I was. And somehow, despite everything, I was managing. "Look at this one," Indy said, holding up a pair of tiny overalls with a smile. She had been my rock through all of this. We were in Statesboro, far enough away from Augusta that I let myself relax a little. No one knew me here. No one would look at me and see Castor Roman's runaway Luna. I could just be Lila, a pregnant woman preparing for her baby. "Those are adorable," I said, reaching out to feel the fabric. It was soft, so perfect for a newborn. I imagined my baby in them, snuggled in my arms, safe and warm. For a moment, the reality of my situation faded, and I allowed myself to feel happy. Indy nudged me with her elbow. "You're go
The phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, the lawyer's name flashing across the screen. "Hello?"There was a pause, longer than it should've been. I could feel it coming. Bad news."Mrs. Roman, I'm sorry. I can't continue with your case." "What? What do you mean you can't continue?""I'm dropping it. There's... too much at stake for me. For my firm. Castor Roman has too much influence. No one is willing to go up against him. No one. I'm even struggling to get basic things from the clerks."I leaned against the counter as the room started to spin. "So you're just giving up? After everything I've told you?""I'm not giving up, Lila. It's not about that. It's about survival. I can't risk this. And, if I'm honest with you, I don't think any lawyer in this city will take your case. He's just too powerful."Castor. Castor is always controlling something. "So that's it? He wins because you're scared? You're just letting him take everything from me?""You're smart, Lila. You knew this was
DECLAN - We took the long way back to the packhouse. It took far longer than the ten minutes I'd agreed to. Suki was going to give me hell for that. She’d probably time it down to the second and bring it up at dinner, then again at breakfast. I was already prepared to ignore the first three times before I gave in to whatever atonement she had planned. Honestly, I was looking forward to the punishment. Gaia and I fell into old habits. She challenged me to spot tree knots shaped like animals. I told her she was making them up when she did. She called me arbitrary and pronounced it correctly. I lobbed a pinecone at her head. She caught it, grinned, and tucked it into my hood when I wasn't looking. It was familiar. Just two people who used to know every inch of each other, finding the quiet rhythm again without forcing it. When the porch came into view, I slowed. "You and Dorian should stay," I paused. "The east wing at the Roman packhouse is yours if you want it. No strings. Just.
DECLAN - "I'm sorry." I looked over. She kept her eyes forward. Hands shoved into the front pocket of her hoodie. Shoulders stiff. We walked side by side. The trees closed in around us while the porch lights faded behind. Neither of us said anything for a long time. Our feet crunched through the undergrowth. The breeze rolled between us. I didn't try to close the space. Neither did she. But neither of us veered away either. The remains of the old house peeked through the trees. Blackened beams and collapsed stone still scattered across the clearing. A skeleton. A memory. "For how I rejected you. And for not telling you why." I didn't answer until we reached the house. "You didn't just reject me. You vanished." She flinched. "I know." "So why?" She took a deep breath and stopped walking. Her eyes stayed on what was left of the front steps. "I'd gotten the call. The implant was finally approved, and they found a werewolf doctor who could do it. It was scheduled. It was final
DECLAN - That was her fated mate.It was written in the way he tracked her every move, in how he hovered just close enough to guard but not crowd. His posture said protector. His eyes, sharp and constantly scanning, said no one would get within reach unless she wanted them to. He moved like he'd been made for that role. Like every instinct in his body had clicked into place the moment he met her.He moved like he already belonged next to her.Judson finally spoke. "This going to be a thing now? Fated mates falling out of the sky onto your porch?" Then he squinted. "Wait. No way. Dorian?"The other man stepped forward, arms crossed. "Judson."Judson huffed. "Damn, talk about the sky falling. Of course it's you."Gaia looked between them. "Wait. How do you know him?"Judson tilted his head toward Dorian but didn't look away. "Med school. He was top of the class. Never let anyone forget it. Ever."Dorian crossed his arms. "And you were always one sarcastic comment away from getting kic
DECLAN - "You're not gonna pout if I drink the last one, are you?"Judson didn't even glance over. "Only if you waste it."I reached for the bottle closest to him, smirking when he didn't try to stop me.Crickets chirped loudly in the trees. The house behind us had finally gone still. It was peaceful.A lazy row of empty beer bottles lined the railing like some halfhearted scoreboard. Judson leaned back again, one ankle hooked over the other, shoulders loose. That rare kind of settled that only happened when nothing needed to be said.We were both quiet. Not the kind of silence that needed filling, just the kind that held space. The kind that made it really easy to notice how much I liked having him here. Judson wasn't soft, but he didn't crowd either. There was something about the way he held space, like he understood exactly how not to mess it up. I hadn't realized how rare that was until I felt it.Until headlights swept across the tree line.Judson didn't move, but I straightened
DECLAN - I squinted. "So... you left your pack?"Judson shook his head. "Not really. My sister's mate stepped in. Human guy, believe it or not. Doctor. Weirdly chill. He helps now with the medical side, which freed me up to go to college and train properly. They all said it made sense. I guess... I just haven't thought much about what I was gonna do after."He paused, then shrugged. "Now I get it. I wasn't supposed to leave the South yet. I was supposed to be here. Meeting her. If I'd been back in North Carolina, this wouldn't have happened. Or it would've taken years."He looked out toward the trees. "So no. I didn't leave them. I just followed where I was needed next."I blinked. "You live on the Riverwalk."He grinned. "I know. Kind of perfect, right? It's loud on the weekends and peaceful at sunrise. Plus, amazing food within walking distance."I stared at him.He raised his bottle. "Look, I didn't plan to meet my mate while helping chart bloodwork samples in a borrowed lab, but
DECLAN -When we pulled into the driveway, Dad and Linc were already waiting.They didn't speak, but I felt something in the way they stood there. At the time, I'd figured they were just sizing up Judson, doing the protective dad routine. But now, after everything Judson had said, it clicked in a way that made my chest feel too tight.They already knew.Not just about Judson. About what he might be. About how important he was going to be. Just like they'd known about Mom. Just like they'd kept it all quiet. For me.I'd spent so long thinking I was figuring all of this out on my own. That the timing was random, or fate, or whatever the hell else. But maybe it wasn't. Maybe Cassy hadn't just guided me.Maybe my whole damn family had. Perhaps they'd been walking beside me the entire time, keeping quiet so I could come to it on my own.Judson wasn't the surprise.I was.They stood at the edge of the porch, arms crossed, matching unreadable expressions locked in place. The second we still,
I stepped forward and stifled the growl as best I could. "Hey. Get up. Now!"The guy startled awake. "What?"Tory shot up in the bed, wide-eyed. "Declan, no! No, wait! This is... this is Judson."She looked panicked. But not afraid. Not at all."He's... he's my..."I stopped. Everything shifted. I looked at her. Looked at him. Looked back."You're mate."She nodded.I took a breath. Held it. Then stepped forward and stuck out my hand. Judson stood, still looking like he expected me to deck him. He shook my hand. I shook his harder.Tory glanced between us, then spoke up. "He's a nurse practitioner here. Was walking past the ICU when I first came in. Caught my scent in the hallway and almost dropped his coffee."Judson rubbed his hand where I'd gripped it "I tried to play it cool. Avoided eye contact, walked the long way around, you know, the usual 'don't poke the angry fathers and big brother' protocol. I thought I was being slick about it too. Barely even looked at her. Just nodded a
We didn’t leave the woods.Not that day. Not that night. I didn’t want to, and neither did she.We ran until our legs trembled. We played, circling and snapping at each other’s heels, tackling and wrestling in the mossy patches of clearing. We swam again, slower this time, more tangled up in each other than anything else. We lay in the grass and the sun, curled together, drowsy and content.And then we shifted.Over and over.Human, wolf, back again. Each shift smoother than the last. No moon. No pain. Not really. Not like the pain I had braced for my entire life. Just choice. Pure choice and ability. The power that came with it was almost addictive. I always wondered what they meant when saying the power overtook the pain. It was raw. It was strong. I loved it.And I loved her.We didn’t talk much, not out loud. But we didn’t need to. We were in each other's heads and had no plans to leave. When we shifted back to skin, we couldn’t stop touching. Couldn’t stop reaching. It was like
It hit all at once.One second I was halfway to my knees, still trying to breathe through the pull of her shift. The next, my ribs cracked outward and my body folded. I didn't fall. I collapsed.The pain was nothing like the moon-forced change I'd endured before. This wasn't guided or timed. This was raw. A hundred fractures all at once, my limbs pulling and twisting, muscles screaming as they rearranged.I couldn't stop the sound that tore out of my throat."Cassy!"I didn't even know what I was asking. Just that I was begging. My mind reached for her. I was desperate and frantic.Her voice came, faint and steady."You're never selfish, so you would've never asked."Bones popped in my jaw. My fingers stretched, then broke, shifting in crooked bursts. I slammed my hand into the dirt and gritted my teeth against the next snap. My skin burned. My eyes blurred.Oh shit.Did she make me...Cassy... Did you do this?Another bone cracked somewhere deep in my back, cutting the thought in hal