As the afternoon light filters in, I finally manage to rise, my body aching as if it’s been hit by a train. I groan, rolling over to find myself face to face with Braden’s side, his ribs rising and falling with each breath, and my eyes drift to his birthmark. It an unusal mark and I have never seen it at this angle before. Up close, it looks more like… teeth marks. The color is darker red nearly purple, almost angry, and the outline is distinct, as if something once sank into his skin and left a permanent reminder. My finger traces it lightly, feeling a subtle indentation, and I swear it matches the shape of a bite.Sensing I’m awake, Braden stirs, his hand catching mine as he plants kisses on my fingertips, one by one. “Finally, you’re up,” he murmurs his dark blue eyes glinting at me, rolling us over until I’m beneath him, his lips moving to my collarbone and then lower. His body feels solid and warm against mine, but the questions circling in my mind refuse to settle.“Braden,” I s
When I come downstairs, the remnants of last night linger, a trail of red petals scattered across the floor and wax from burned-down candles pooled into solid puddles. The house feels heavy, thick with the memory of what happened. Braden is nowhere in sight, so I head to the kitchen, deciding to make myself a pot of tea to steady my nerves.Everything else has been cleaned up, and yet, last night’s intensity clings to me. I don’t like how out of control I felt, that desperate, clawing need. After learning Braden had been switching out my supplements, I can’t shake the suspicion that he’d slipped something into my drink. This morning, though, I feel more like myself, the haze worn off, and I’m grateful for it.I rake my fingers through my hair, waiting for the kettle to boil, trying to shake the memories of the night. Where is Braden? He couldn’t have gone out—unless he shifted. A dark thought edges in: did he go to see her? His mate? He doesn't have a mate! I shake it off, reminding m
I release a shaky breath, clutching my robe tighter around me. My jaw throbs where his fingers bruised my skin, his words echoing in my mind, sharp and bitter.Anger, betrayal, and shame churn within me, a nauseating mix of emotions, but I force it all down, trying to focus on the opportunity in front of me. Braden is gone, and this might be my only chance to find answers.I move quickly toward his office, my steps urgent but cautious, every soft thud of my bare feet on the hardwood amplifying the coil of nerves tightening in my stomach.I stop outside Braden’s office, my hand hovering on the door handle, my breaths shallow and rapid. I feel exposed, violated—the memory of his touch from last night still lingers on my skin, a reminder of his power over me. He thinks he can do whatever he wants because I’m his wife. As if my body is no longer my own but for his needs. Each time he calls me his wife, the words feel like a sentence, trapping me in this house.I peek through the glass spy
The small black box sits heavily in my hand, its contents sending a shock through me. Two teeth—long, sharp, unmistakably canine—gleam against the velvet interior. My pulse pounds as I stare down at them, a cold chill spreading through me. Why on earth would Braden have these? My mind races, piecing together fragments of memories, rumors, and whispered warnings.I can’t look away from the teeth, each one sinister in its perfection, preserved as if they hold some twisted significance. Are they trophies? A message? The image of Braden’s wolf flashes in my mind—larger than normal, powerful, almost too perfect. Are these his? Or… someone else’s? Why would he remove his? A thousand questions claw at me, each one darker than the last. My hands tremble as I close the box, securing the clasp and placing it back in its hiding place under the desk. I straighten up, my thoughts a tangled mess as I press a hand to my chest, feeling my heart race beneath my fingertips. Every nerve in my body scre
The realization settles like a weight in my stomach. Every moment, every step, every glance — Braden is scrutinizing it all, piecing together a narrative in which I'm the unwilling protagonist. I feel trapped, the walls closing in with each passing second, his warning echoing in my mind.I force myself to breathe, steady and quiet, even though my heart thunders against my ribs. My eyes dart to the window, my one remaining escape route, but the prospect of fleeing feels as dangerous as staying. I clench my hands into fists beneath the blanket, grounding myself, staving off the rising panic.Think, Claudia. You can’t let him see you’re afraid.After a moment, I push back the covers and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the cold floor grounding me. I rise slowly, moving to the closet to dress, my mind racing through possibilities, forming and discarding plans as quickly as they come.I tug on a sweater, the soft fabric feeling like a fragile shield. The unease twists tighter as I r
I shiver as the cold breeze cuts through me, my eyes fixed on Braden. His gaze lingers on me, sharp and probing, and it takes every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing, to keep my hammering heartbeat from betraying me. The words echo in my mind like a drumbeat: He knows. He knows what I found in his study.Braden takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine with practiced ease. The press of his lips against the back of my hand sends a chill skittering down my spine. His soft smile feels out of place, disarming me completely. My nerves are frayed, the events of the past few days clawing at the edges of my sanity. And now this—the charming façade he wears like armor—is unraveling me further.“It’s time for bed,” he murmurs, pulling me close. His warmth, once comforting, now feels suffocating. I force myself to lean into him, to pretend I still belong in his embrace. But my mind races. I need answers. Does Braden have a mate? And what do my hospital records reveal?I just have
Hours later, Braden’s steady snores fill the room, a sound that grates against my already raw nerves. I lie motionless beside him, my thoughts swirling. Mates are supposed to feel each other’s emotions. If he still had a mate, wouldn’t she sense his betrayal? That must mean he rejected her. But why, then, is the mark on his skin changing? Marks aren’t supposed to grow.Who is she? What did he say to her? What does she think of me?The thought of her burns in my mind. She must know. She must have seen it all—the pack functions where I stood by his side, the public kisses, the announcements of my pregnancy. The very thought makes me sick. How could she bear it? How could I?The bed dips as Braden shifts, his body pressing closer. He hooks a leg over mine, anchoring me to him, and I feel the weight of his control. Everything he does is deliberate, calculated. I can feel it now, see the cracks in the illusion. But what is his endgame? Why me?I was only seventeen when I met him, with no m
I keep walking, forcing each step to carry me closer to the orphanage. Braden would question why I’m so jumpy, so I force myself to appear calm, even though my insides are a storm. My palms are slick with sweat, my breathing too quick. Every noise feels sharper, every shadow deeper, my senses on high alert. Even my wolf stirs uneasily, her presence pressing against the edges of my mind.I keep my gaze forward but subtly scan my periphery. The snap of another twig stops me cold. My heart stutters, but a moment later, a fox scurries across the path in front of me, its bright orange fur catching the faint sunlight filtering through the trees. It pauses, looking at me with wide, curious eyes, before darting back into the woods.A small smile tugs at my lips. I’m being paranoid. Clearly my acting skills are far better than I reaslised or perhaps Braden doesn't know what I found in his office and so has no reason to suspect me. The smile fades as I approach the library nestled on the outsk
Epliogue Part 2Thirty Years LaterToday is the day Grey finally moves out of the castle. My youngest is ready to explore the world on his own. None of the other kids have moved far, not really. But this feels different. This is him leaving. He won’t be under our roof anymore. And even though we have centuries together, it doesn’t make this any easier. My heart still aches at the thought of his absence echoing through the halls.What doesn’t help is the fact that Gaia and I both believe his mate is her daughter, Summer. Which means he’ll be hours away from us, living at the New Moon Pack. Gaia and Reid are thrilled at the idea. Honestly, I sometimes suspect Gaia’s been nudging fate with her magic… except her spells have no effect on Summer, and Grey never seems to react to any of Gaia’s not-so-subtle hints that they should mark each other.Summer and Grey have been inseparable since they were little. Every year, we’d spend the summers with the New Moon Pack, or Gaia, Reid, and Summer w
Epilogue Ten Years LaterThose years with Braden feel like nothing more than a distant memory. There was a time I couldn’t imagine being happy or free like I am now. That’s not to say the nightmares don’t still come—those nights I jolt awake in a cold sweat, heart racing, lungs gasping for air as if I’m still trapped in that hell. But all it takes is a glance into the storm-grey eyes of my mate, and the past fades like smoke. I’m here. I’m safe. It’s over.The last ten years pass in a blur. It’s only when our son arrives that I truly feel the weight of all the children I lost. Pregnancy, as joyful as it is, terrifies me. I dread something going wrong, haunted by the possibility that Braden’s poisons still lurk in my blood, waiting to strike. That's really when the nightmares came once again. The birth is… intense. I’d like to say it went smoothly. But Leo, on the other hand? I see clumps of his thick dark hair littering the hospital floor by the time the nurse is telling me to push.
Things are finally settling down and becoming normal again. Leo and I work hard, but we play hard too. It’s exactly how I always pictured my life would be when I was younger—only now, it’s my reality.“There you are, baby. I’ve been looking for you.”I’d know that voice anywhere. Every hair on my arms and along my neck prickles to attention. My stomach drops.“No… no, you’re dead.” I whisper because it's the only thing that makes sense. I spin around, heart thundering in my chest. He stands there—Braden—his dark blue eyes gleaming with a sinister glint, his wolfish grin carved across his face like a predator who’s already won. I know that look too well now. Nothing good comes from that look. He strolls toward me, each step slow, measured, powerful. I stumble backward until the wall presses into my spine. My breath stutters. It doesn’t make sense. He’s dead.He stops just in front of me, reaching out to toy with a strand of my hair. His fingers are deceptively gentle until they tight
I feel a squeeze on my hand as silence creeps in, thick and heavy like a storm about to break. Even Erin glances our way, her eyes narrowing as if she can see straight through me—like there’s a neon sign on my forehead flashing the word Lycan.The crowd shifts subtly, a ripple through the mass of bodies. I follow it with my eyes until I see him—a man at the back moving with unnatural smoothness, like a shadow cutting through the haze of murmurs and hushed breathing. One of the guards. I recognize him; he usually works the front gate, stopping intruders from ever getting this far.He’s coming closer. Step by step.My pulse thunders in my ears.Should I pull Claudia behind me? Should I shift? Should I fight?I count the seconds, heart pounding, my beast snarling just under the surface. Claudia’s grip tightens on my hand—iron strong. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.The man climbs the stairs to stand before us. My beast pushes forward, hackles rising, claws itching to tear through
We’ve called a pack meeting, and nerves twist in my gut like a coiled serpent. Claudia told me to come clean—about who I really am. It’s not that I don’t want to. This has been my pack for years; it’s my home. I know these people. I trust them. They’ve had my back through everything. But knowing I’m a lycan means other packs might come for us. They always do. No one likes someone stronger, faster, who heals quicker than the rest. Envy breeds discontent, and I don’t want to paint a target on my back—not when we’ve finally found peace. Not when we are about to have a family. At the same time, we need to explain what’s happened—why Gaia and Reid have left the Blood Moon pack, and why we’ve both been missing for the last few weeks. I’m getting ready now, trying to tame my hair from where Claudia’s fingers pulled at it through the night. I smooth down my shirt, ensuring it’s pressed just right before tightening my belt.Claudia appears in the doorway, her long, dark hair cascading like in
She sucks me deep, taking me into her throat with a moan that vibrates through my entire body. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, lapping up the precum already leaking from me. Her hand works in perfect rhythm with her mouth, pumping and twisting as she sucks me off like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do.“Fuck, love,” I growl, my hands tangling in her hair as I thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with a desperation that matches her own. She gags slightly but doesn’t pull away, taking every inch of me like a fucking champion. The heat of her throat squeezes me, and the pressure coils tight in my gut, my balls heavy and aching.But she’s not done yet.She pulls off my cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and shining with spit as she crawls up my body. Her tits brush against my chest, soft and maddening, leaving streaks of heat on my skin. She kisses me deep, and I taste myself on her tongue—salty, musky, and so fucking her. She reaches between us, guiding my co
We make it back to the Blood Moon pack in record time. Claudia falls asleep early into the car journey, with Erin joining her shortly after. Erin snores the entire way home, the sound sharp and grating, but it keeps me awake.It may have taken us a long time to get here, but I know now—nothing is going to come between us again. We are having a pup. Something I hadn’t dared to dream of, especially so soon. After everything Claudia has been through—every miscarriage, every tear, every ounce of pain—I had no expectations. I was happy just having the two of us for a while. But now? Now, everything is different.It does put a slight hitch in my plans, though. I need to check the library to see if it’s still possible. I want to change Claudia into a lycan. It’s a grueling process and there are risks, but after the time I spent away from her—after how Braden altered her mind so she no longer recognized me—I can’t risk anything like that happening again. More than anything, I want time with h
The BBQ goes well — the pack loves Gaia, and maybe they always have. She’s been here from the beginning, after all. She is one of them. With Reid by her side, I know that whatever lingering trauma she carries, he will be there to catch her if she stumbles. The two of them are annoyingly cute together.Leo’s arms are wrapped around me as the five of us settle into the quieter part of the garden, drinks in hand, our bellies full — probably more than full. I swear we’ve eaten twice our body weight. The smell of smoked herbs and charred vegetables still hangs in the air, making my mouth water despite the feast. And I’m eating for two now, so there’s always room. At least that is my excuse.“I think I’m going to like it here,” Reid muses, scratching his chin. Gaia is draped lazily across his lap, gazing at him like he’s hung the moon itself. He toys with her wild hair, curling it around his fingers, and the two of them look so achingly content it almost feels like we’re intruding.“I guess
There is a pack BBQ being set up in the garden of the Alpha mansion. The intricate bushes, towering trees, blooming flowers, and the gentle trickle of the pond all add to the loveliness of the day, but there is a hum beneath it, something stirring beneath the surface. To my surprise, Gaia is already in the thick of it, directing where the marquee and BBQ station are to be placed. She even has a few guards digging up part of the garden for a hog roast, their shovels biting into the earth with sharp, rhythmic thuds. There’s a pep in her step as she waltzes through the preparations, her eyes scanning every detail to make sure the decorations are just to her liking.I can’t help but wonder if everyone in the pack is secretly relieved now that Braden is gone — or if Gaia is using her persuasion magic to ease them into the transition. I can’t be sure. The energy feels too smooth, too compliant. But perhaps I am overthining it. When she spots me walking across the lawn, she runs toward me,