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
My nose wrinkles as I turn the page, the paper so thin it’s nearly translucent, the faint imprint of the text on the opposite side teasing my eyes. The first hundred pages discuss the purpose of a mate—a union of equals, meant to strengthen and empower. Each quality, each gift, designed to make a couple an unstoppable force.I think of Braden and how his promises of love were nothing more than chains, binding me to his will. Every whispered word, every tender touch, was a calculated effort to control me, mold me into something he could use. As I read, the truth sharpens with every line: Braden isn’t my mate. I had been so content for him to be just my husband and with mates being so rare ... I never suspected he might have one. The book explains that discovering a mate isn’t a sudden, magical lightning bolt—at least not for the woman. For high-ranking males, like Alphas, the bond manifests immediately, usually at a pivotal moment in their lives. For some, it’s when they first assume
That can’t be right. I’m not marked, and yet Braden and I conceived. We were going to have a baby. The issue wasn’t that we weren’t marked—it was because of those supplements he gave me. My heart races, the weight of Asher’s words pressing down on me. “You’re an alpha wolf.”If I’m an alpha, then how could I have possibly conceived without going into heat? That defies everything I’m reading. The squeak of the trolley wheels echoes faintly as I lean back in the chair, my fingers gripping the armrests. The quiet of the library feels heavy, almost oppressive, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath.I glance back at the book and notice a footnote: Chosen mates. Unlike fated mates, it says, the bond of a chosen mate isn’t unbreakable or eternal. It explains how, under certain conditions, she-wolves in chosen bonds can go into heat and conceive—but only if specific rituals are followed.I scoff quietly. Braden and I never did any of this.The book lists the methods in cold, cli
I slam the book shut, the echo loud in the stillness of the library. Dust blooms in front of me, making my nose wrinkle as I sneeze. My chest tightens as I stare at the worn cover, my mind churning. There’s only one way to know the truth—whether I’m an omega or an alpha wolf. I have to shift.The thought sends a ripple of unease through me. When was the last time I shifted? The memory is so distant it feels like it belongs to someone else. My fingers tremble as I strain to shove the heavy book back onto the shelf. The wood creaks under its weight, the sound breaking the oppressive silence.The trolley wheels squeak as they roll past again, and I glance over my shoulder. The librarian glides by, her face impassive, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She seems to float, her movements eerily smooth, her presence more ghostly than human. A shiver crawls up my spine. Creepy.I give her a quick smile, but she doesn’t acknowledge me. Shaking off the unease, I hurry toward the spiral staircase, t
The bushes rustle, and my breath catches. A guard emerges, his uniform stark against the backdrop of trees. His sharp eyes rake over me, and I force myself to remain calm, even as my pulse hammers in my ears.“Is everything alright, Miss Scott?” he asks, his tone sincere but curious. He’s new—thankfully—which might mean he’s unaware of how closely I’m usually watched. Still, his timing couldn’t be worse. He must have seen me rushing from the library, walking too quickly, too purposefully.I plaster on a bright smile, hoping it hides the turmoil inside. “Yes, thank you. I’m well.”His skeptical gaze lingers a beat too long, and my stomach knots. Before he can mind-link anyone, I quickly add, “The library felt a bit stuffy, so I came out for some fresh air. I was just going to take a moment before heading home.”He hesitates, clearly uncertain. I can see the doubt in his expression, but I keep my smile steady. Finally, he nods, though his eyes remain watchful.“I’ll wait with you,” he of
I pad down to the stream, my paws stirring up dirt and sending small pebbles scattering as I draw closer. Every step feels natural, instinctive. The wind threads through my glossy black fur, a sensation so comforting it makes me want to pause and relish the moment. My wolf wants to howl—her excitement bubbling over—but I suppress her urge. We need to stay quiet, unnoticed. She doesn’t like it, but she understands.Still, her joy is infectious. Everything feels brighter, sharper. The light filters through the trees in shimmering patches, and I marvel at how vivid the world is through her eyes. Every scent tells a story—the damp earth, the distant tang of pine, even the faint trace of animals that passed through hours ago. As we near the water, the soft trickle grows louder, the sound as clear as if it were inside me. The air smells clean, like fresh rain.But beneath the sensory joy, doubt lingers. What am I? The question won’t let me go. It feels like the answer will shape the rest of
Three days. It’s been three days since I took the heat serum, and the doctor is coming later to test if it worked. My body aches and burns, a raw, relentless pain that makes me wish I’d never gone through heat at all. It’s horrific—like a train has barreled through me, over and over, leaving nothing unscathed.I don’t have the energy to move. I’m sprawled across the bed, limbs heavy and useless. Beside me, I hear Ansel snoring softly, his arm draped over my waist, one hand possessively squeezing my swollen breast. I wince. Everything is sensitive—my skin, my muscles, even the light piercing through the curtains feels like needles in my eyes. Worse, I can feel my power suppressed, trapped beneath the weakness that clings to me like a second skin.My stomach twists. If the results aren’t what Ansel needs… I know this time, there’ll be no changing his mind.A weight settles over my chest, heavier than his arm. I need this to work. I need to be what he wants. But I’ve done everything I ca
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,