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.
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
I felt the weight of her words settle in my chest like stones, one after another, until it felt like my ribs were cracking under the pressure. Augustus. My father’s name. She said it so calmly, but the sound of it in my ears made the ground shift beneath me. I couldn’t breathe properly. I wanted to believe her. Goddess, I wanted to believe her. I needed to. But every fragment of memory I had clung to me like fire and blood, like smoke curling around my lungs, and what she was showing me didn’t fit.I saw my mother again. Her hands frantic, dragging Terry through the smoke, screaming for him to move faster. I saw his small face, terrified and bright with stubborn courage. I heard my father’s voice, low and cold, and the words he drilled into me so many times when I was young: “Never trust them. Never trust the ones outside. They will betray you.” That voice wasn’t just a memory. It was a command etched into my bones. And now it was colliding with what Winter was saying. With the eviden
My breath stilled in my chest.Augustus.The name hit me like a punch behind the ribs. Every story my father told me this morning… every document… every warning… it all clicked together in a way that made my stomach twist.Tyron saw the change in my expression instantly. Of course he did. He always noticed the shifts I tried to hide.His jaw tightened. “Winter,” he murmured, voice low with suspicion, “what is that look?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t,not here, not in the middle of the trees with the entire training field a stone’s throw away. My pulse was pounding too loudly, and the weight of what I now knew sat like a stone in my throat.I reached for his hand.“Come with me,” I said quietly.He didn’t fight me. He didn’t even question it. He just followed,because somewhere deep down, his instincts knew too.We walked back toward the pack house in silence. The air felt thick, like the world was listening. When we reached the hallway near my room, I slipped inside and closed the door b
Winter POVI waited until the afternoon before going to the training field. The sun was warm and the ground smelled like grass and sweat and iron. Aria was sparring with one of the warriors and Asher was stretching out his shoulders. Tyron was standing near the center of the grounds with his arms folded and his eyes tracking their movements with that quiet calculating focus that always made me wonder if he ever truly rested.When I walked closer his eyes lifted and locked onto me. There was no shock. No confusion. It was like he had already known I was coming. Like he had been waiting.His voice was low and even."Are you training today or are you only here to stare at me"I felt a small breath catch in my throat. I crossed my arms to hide how uneasy I was."Maybe I came here because I wanted to see you"That actually made his jaw shift like he was holding back a reaction. His eyes darkened and softened at the same time. It was strange how he could be both intense and gentle all at on
Winter POVThe next morning I did not go to the training grounds. I did not even bother to check the field from my window. Aria had already texted me asking if I was running late and I stared at her message for more than a full minute without responding. I felt guilty but my chest was too heavy for weapons and sparring drills. I needed air. I needed clarity. I needed answers. And there was only one person who could give them to me.So I walked out of my room without even brushing my hair. My bare feet were quiet against the stairs and my heart thudded in a steady rhythm that felt more like stubborn determination than panic. My father had always been the one person who never lied to me. Even when it hurt. Even when I wanted to believe in pretty lies.I went straight to the upstairs hallway and headed toward his private office. My hand snapped up and I knocked once for formality then opened the door.And I regretted it instantly.Because my mother was on my fathers lap with her hands ta
WinterThe morning light bled softly through the curtains, gold spilling over the sheets, over his skin. Tyron slept beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his breathing steady and deep. I could feel the weight of his body against mine, the quiet warmth of it. There was something peaceful about watching him like that, unguarded, the sharpness of his face softened by sleep.But peace didn’t last long for me anymore.The night before still echoed in my head,his story, the pain in his voice when he spoke about Terry. Every word had sounded true, carved straight from his heart. But there was something about it, something small and unspoken that lingered at the back of my mind like a faint shadow.I turned slowly, watching him. His lashes brushed against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted. He looked nothing like the ruthless rogue who once stormed our borders. He looked human. Vulnerable. And maybe that was the danger.I slipped out from under his arm carefully, not wanting to wake him







