LOGINI woke up extra early today because there was a lot to do at work,hiring and signing new models, photoshoots for Vogue magazine, which came in yesterday, and taking calls from new clients overseas. Not to mention the grand openings of my new shops in France and Italy.
I am so glad we Kiara,she is one of the biggest influencers and she has been helping with our social media promotions.
Marcus was right—this was our biggest breakthrough, and we needed to work hard to keep it going.
Collen had just started shooting a new blockbuster movie, and thank God my designs were ready to be used.
I took a shower and dressed in a green summer dress and flats.
We were in the middle of spring, and the weather was a little chilly.
I looked out through the glass walls. The clouds were dark and foggy, signaling that it might rain at any moment.
I stepped into the kitchen to see Marcus already up, sorting through some files and papers.
"Good morning, Prince Charming," I said, kissing his cheek and picking up my coffee.
"Morning, Princess. How was your sleep?" he asked.
"The usual," I shrugged, and he sighed.
He knew I didn’t sleep a wink because of my nightmares.
He was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked.
"Nope, Kiara isn't available until Sunday. You?" he said, and I shook my head.
"Wait here. I’ll check it out," he said, standing up.
This place was the safest place ever. No one could trespass without alerting security.
I stood by the table, looking through Marcus’s files when a very familiar scent filled my nostrils.
Honey and wet sand.
I looked outside. Lightning began to strike, yet there was no rain.
Okay, maybe I was just imagining it.
"Honey, can you come here for a second?" Marcus called out. The only reason he called me like that was if a stranger was here.
I placed the files down and walked over to him.
I stopped in my tracks as the scent grew stronger, and with my reflexes, I was in front of Marcus in an instant.
I wasn’t imagining it.
My brother was here.
He stood in front of me, his expression a mix of relief and worry.
"Serene," he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe I was real.
"What are you doing here, Kaden? How did you find me?" I hissed angrily.
"Is that really what you’re asking me after all these years? Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you? How much we’ve tried?" he demanded.
My brother looked older, his long hair tied in a bun.
He was even bigger than I expected.
"I didn’t ask you to search for me, Kaden. How the heck did you find me?" I hissed.
"You’re not really hiding anymore, Serene. You’re a public figure now. Word spreads quickly," he said, his eyes shifting behind me.
"And who is this? He’s in most of your pictures," he asked curiously.
"I am her husband," Marcus said, pulling me closer to his chest.
I gave him a small smile before looking back at my brother, whose face was frozen in shock.
His eyes flickered to my ring finger, and his confusion deepened when he saw nothing there.
"Wife, huh? Does he know who you really are?" Kaden smirked, his eyes beginning to glow.
"Back away, wolf boy. No need to show me your wolf," Marcus smirked back, making Kaden step back in surprise.
"Of course he knows. He’s my husband, after all," I said, resting my head against Marcus’s chest.
"What are you doing here, Kaden?" I asked after a moment.
He sighed, his expression softening.
"The Alpha wants you back home," he said.
"Tell him I said no. I am no longer part of his pack."
"That’s not why I’m here. Mama isn’t well. She’s sick, Serene, and we’re afraid we might lose her. She’s requesting your presence," he said, and my heart clenched.
My papa was sick?
"What… What’s wrong with her?" I asked.
"We don’t… We don’t know," he admitted.
"Mama has become a ghost of herself. A lot has happened since you left, Serene."My stomach twisted.
"And papa?" I finally asked.
At the mere mention of his name, Kaden’s face broke.
"He’s… he’s dead, Serene. He died in a car accident with another pack warrior,while coming back home from a meeting from the neighboring pack. They both died on the spot. Nothing has been the same since then. That’s why you need to come back, Serene," he said, his eyes pleading.
I stared at him, my heart in turmoil.
"I… I need to think about it," I said in a small voice.
"Think about what, Serene? Papa is dead!. Mama needs you now more than ever. You’ve been selfish long enough, don’t you think?" His words stung like a slap.
"You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kaden. You have no idea what I’ve been through," I hissed.
"Oh? Then tell me what you’ve been through because right now, I don’t see it," he snapped.
I nearly clawed his eyes out.
I had to remind Ria that he was our brother.
"Get out. Get out now," I said, my voice low and dangerous.
"Please, Serene. Come with me before anything else happens," he urged, his tone shifting.
I frowned.
What did he mean by anything else?
No. I wouldn’t fall for his tricks.
"I won’t say it again. Leave!"
"You heard my wife," Marcus said coldly. "Leave before I call security and have you arrested. Believe me, this human world is nothing like the wolf world."
Kaden clenched his jaw, then exhaled sharply.
"Fine. I’m leaving—not because of what you said, but because I did my best to convince you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he said, staring into my eyes.
Then, before I could react, he was gone.
How dare they?
After so many years, he had the audacity to come here.
But… Papa is dead. I love my papa, no matter what.
"No. Don’t even think about going back to that place because I won’t let you," Marcus said firmly.
"But… But my papa… My papa is dead Marcus. My papa! I didn't even get to say goodbye. My papa!," I cried into his chest.
"Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out. But I won’t let you leave. Not ever," he said protectively.
"Okay, but we need to double security. My brother was here, and I know more will come. Especially him," I said, referring to my nightmare,my monster.
"No one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I’m here," Marcus vowed, pulling me closer.
But I knew…
I knew this wasn’t the end.
Winter's POV The air shifts.I feel it before anyone else notices.It’s the same way I feel storms coming before the first cloud appears. The same way the earth hums differently before a quake. Something is wrong in the atmosphere. Something is bending.Tyron is holding his mother now.His body is stiff at first , like muscle memory has to kick in, like he doesn’t remember how to be the boy she’s crying for , then his arms come around her and everything in his chest caves in.I see it in the way his jaw tightens.The way his eyes squeeze shut.That isn’t just relief.That’s pain that’s been buried so deep it doesn’t know the way out.My hand slowly lowers from his arm as she hugs him, but my body doesn’t move. I stay right there, close enough to feel his heat, close enough to feel the tremor running through him.Then I look at her.At his sister, Lynn.And thenMy eyes drop to the bundle in the other woman’s arms.The baby.The world narrows to that small shape wrapped in cloth.The
I rushed toward my mother, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs it actually hurt.What are they doing here?How the hell are they here?Is my father with them?Is this part of his plan? Is he stupid enough to bring them into enemy territory where they could be slaughtered on sight?“Oh, my baby boy,” Mama wailed as soon as she saw me, stumbling forward with tears on her face.The guards snapped into action, stepping in front of her instantly, blocking her path with their spears.My wolf exploded inside me, furious, protective, a storm trying to rip outward.“Hey!” I snarled, stepping in front of them, my voice vibrating with threat. “Don’t be harsh with her. She’s my mother!”A ripple of gasps sounded behind me.Damn it. I forgot Winter and her family were all standing there. I forgot where I was. I forgot whose land this was.“What…?” Winter whispered, her voice barely audible behind me.I closed my eyes for half a second, dragging in a breath through clenched teeth.I didn’t ev
Tyron POVThe dawn was cold and sharp, the way it always was before a storm. I had been awake for hours, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, listening to the house breathe around me. My wolf prowled at my feet, restless, sensing the tension in the air, sensing my heartbeat thrumming like a war drum.I couldn’t tell Winter,not yet. I couldn’t say the words out loud. She would have protested, begged me to stay, tried to stop me, and I wouldn’t allow it. Not when the risk was this high. Not when I finally understood the full weight of what my father was planning. Augustus,my father, the Beta, the man who had built this chain of fire I was chained to,was moving his pieces. He had already set the attack in motion. And I couldn’t let Winter pay the price for a war I had unknowingly unlocked.I had spent the night mapping my escape, calculating every variable, every possible reaction. The spell she had bound me with,intended to anchor me to the pack,was clever, but it had a
Winter POVEver since that day in the library ,when everything I told Tyron had shattered the version of his life he’d clung to, there had been a distance between us. It wasn’t sudden, like a storm rolling in. It was subtle, a shift you could only notice when you cared enough to look. He had been distant in conversation, answering me with clipped words. He was distant in bed, though I knew it wasn’t me,it never had been. It was him, trapped in the shadow of the revelation, carrying the weight of a betrayal so deep it had been part of his bloodline all along.I tried to give him space, but space had only made the distance grow. The closer I got, the further he seemed to drift, like smoke slipping between my fingers. I couldn’t stand it. I hated seeing him carry all that pain alone, and yet he wouldn’t let me in.It was why, after Casey’s son was born, I had noticed something else. Tyrone had begun spending hours in the nursery, standing by the window, watching the boy sleep. He wasn’
Casey's POV The morning of our wedding dawned soft and golden, and I felt the strange flutter of nerves and excitement coiling through me. My belly was already rounded from four months of carrying our child, and every glance at Louis made the world around me feel like it had sharpened into perfect focus. He stood there, waiting, dressed in the ceremonial whites of our pack, his eyes quiet but steady, scanning me like he could see the exact rhythm of my heartbeat.“Casey,” he said softly when I approached, reaching for my hand. His touch was warm, grounding. “You’re beautiful.”I laughed, a little breathless, because he always had this way of stripping all the fear from me. “Louis, you’ve been saying that every day for the past four months. Are you sure it’s not just habit?”He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “Habit? Maybe. But also truth.”The ceremony was intimate. The pack gathered around in a circle of soft earth and scattered leaves, the sunlight filtering th
I stumbled out of the room, my chest tight, like the air itself had turned against me. The woods stretched around me, pale shafts of light cutting through the trees, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. My wolf circled me, its movements sharp, tense, mirroring the chaos rattling my chest. The bond was picking up Winter’s pulse, her quiet despair from earlier, and my wolf couldn’t soothe her. Neither could I.I sank to the ground, fists digging into the dirt, the soil pressing against my nails as if grounding me. My heart felt raw, shredded, torn between memory and truth. I replayed everything Winter had shown me , the papers, the reports, the survivor lists, the mission orders. The black-magic crest. Every detail was a blade twisting in my gut.My father , the Beta , the architect of deception.I closed my eyes, trying to reconcile it with the boy I remembered. I saw Terry, young and reckless, flinching as smoke and fire consumed the walls around us. I saw my mother, frantic, dragg







