Unable to stay in the house a minute longer, both for shame and for something else I don’t want to think about in too much detail, I’m grateful when I hear my phone beep. It’s Gaia, asking if I can help her with the kids at the orphanage as she’s not feeling well. I quickly send her a message, checking if she’s okay. She replies that she’s fine, just going for some checkups because she thinks she might be pregnant. A pang shoots through my chest at her words, but I manage to wish her congratulations.Even nearly a month later, I’m still struggling to cope with the loss. Although, it feels like I lost more than just the baby that day.Pushing away the dark thoughts, I quickly dress, ensuring I look presentable. A white shirt, tailored slacks, my hair pinned up, and my signature red lipstick. I look like me, but as I gaze in the mirror, I wonder when I’ll feel like myself again.Descending the old, creaky stairs, I hover near Braden’s closed office door. My hand rises to knock, tempted
I can feel the hush of voices in the air, a quiet buzz that fills my ears and begs me to listen. Despite knowing it’s not right, I can’t resist the pull to eavesdrop.My breaths come slow and shallow as I inch closer, my ears straining to make out the words floating through the air. But as I peer through the narrow crack, my heart is pierced with a sharp sting of betrayal. The bitter taste of shock and hurt spreads across my tongue as I see Braden standing just inches away from... Gaia?The sight is like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling.My eyes widen in disbelief as I struggle to comprehend what I am seeing. Worse, I notice that Braden has her face cupped in his hand, his thumb dragging along her lower lip in a way that is far too intimate. The two of them are locked in a deep, intense gaze, completely oblivious to anyone else around them.I can’t make out Gaia’s face as she is turned to face him as they gaze at each other. I jump back, far too shocked to even process what I’m
When I arrive at the orphanage, the noise and chaos hit me immediately, but it’s a welcome distraction. Sia waves at me as I step inside, a warm smile on her face.“Glad to have you back,” she says, passing me a clipboard. “We’ve got a lot of little ones to care for today.”I nod, slipping into the familiar routine. As I feed, change, and play with the children, the ache in my chest begins to dull. There’s something soothing about caring for them, their innocent faces oblivious to the turmoil I’m going through. I focus on their needs, on the simple tasks that keep my mind from spiralling into darker places.At some point, Gaia appears. She looks a little pale, her long blonde hair tied in a messy bun and even her clothes look less chic than normal, but she smiles when she sees me, her entire face lighting up. “Hey, thanks for helping out again,” she whispers. I stare blankly at her for a moment … is she really going to pretend that she didn’t do anything wrong? She doesn’t know I caug
I drum my fingers against the cold surface of the kitchen counter, my coffee growing lukewarm in my hands. The bitter taste matches my mood. More than ever, I’m certain Braden is hiding something from me. The certainty gnaws at my insides, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.I can’t trust anyone else—not with this. So, I wait until the house is quiet, making sure the coast is clear before slipping into his office.The moment I cross the threshold, my skin prickles with unease. I feel like a thief sneaking into my husband’s private space, but I need answers. The not knowing is unbearable, a slow torture that consumes me every day. I’ve convinced myself I don’t care if he’s cheating—I just need to know. My mind has already imagined every worst-case scenario, spiraling into dark corners where the truth could be worse than anything I can dream up.His office is neat, as always. I skim over his desk and bookshelf with a glance, my heart thudding in my chest. "I’m not doing anything wr
"Why are you sitting in the dark?" His voice is calm, too calm, as he flicks the light switch. The sudden brightness stings my eyes, forcing me to blink. Braden stands motionless for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the scene in front of him. I’ve never gone through his things before, and though this must seem strange, he doesn’t look surprised.The silence between us stretches, thick and suffocating. My throat tightens, bobbing as I summon the courage to ask the one question burning in my mind, but fear keeps the words stuck inside me. My heart thuds against my ribs as I study his face—those sharp blue eyes, the strong jawline that twitches, but otherwise betrays nothing. I think I see something flicker across his face. Guilt?A weight sinks into my stomach, heavier than I expected. His expression, that brief hesitation, is almost confirmation enough. The unthinkable—something I never thought possible—suddenly seems real. Yet, even with the evidence staring me in the face, I find mys
For a moment, my mind blanks. The words “we’re related” ricochet inside my head, bouncing off the walls of my thoughts, unable to settle. It feels absurd, like a grotesque joke. My heart stutters, trying to catch up to the reality he’s just dropped in front of me. “What are you talking about?” I manage to choke out, my voice shaking, the room suddenly feeling too small, too tight. Braden’s jaw clenches, his gaze falling to the floor as though the truth is too heavy for him to meet my eyes. “I didn’t know. I swear, Claudia, I didn’t know at first.” His voice is low, hoarse, like he’s confessing something unspeakable. “But when you were in hospital—when the doctors ran your bloodwork—they found something. I had to be sure before I said anything to you. That’s why I’ve been distant. That’s why I’ve been meeting with Alpha Ansel.” I swallow hard, the blood roaring in my ears. “No.” The word escapes as a whisper, a denial. A defence mechanism. “No, that’s not possible. You’re lying.” I
I spend the entire night on the office floor, my muscles aching from staying still for so long, my body rigid with tension. Related? How could we not have known? Why is he only discovering this now? I’ve had my blood tested for years… so why did it only show up recently?I claw at my skin, desperate to scrub away every one of his touches, every kiss that now feels like a stain. Oh goddess, the things that man has done to me… related? The thought makes me gag, and I yank the waste bin close, vomiting again, my body revolting at the memories. Braden was my first—my first everything. We did things I never thought I could with anyone, let alone someone I’m… related to. How am I supposed to get past this?I try to convince myself it isn’t true, but what else makes sense? Why else would he kill our child? Why else has he been so different, avoiding me, not coming to bed? And when I tried to seduce him... no wonder he was so harsh. The disgust on his face, the coldness... it all makes sense
I’ve been in the bathroom for what feels like an eternity, getting ready, but in truth, I’m hiding. Ansel … he isn’t keen on waiting much longer, and no matter how hard I try to convince him, I can feel it—my words are falling short.Our relationship dangles by a thread. Ansel needs an heir to his pack. I want to give him one, but he wants me to mark him. I can’t do that. It doesn’t matter how young or beautiful I am, or how much older he is. I see it in his eyes—his interest is fading, slipping away.I can’t let him give up. Not on me, not on us. I know this as much as I know anything else.I glance in the mirror one last time, fluffing out my long blond hair so it tumbles down my back in soft waves. Spinning, I check out the sheer silver silk sleep set, barely concealing my body. It teases just enough to leave a little mystery, but I know if Ansel looks hard enough, he won’t be able to resist. He never could. My makeup is perfect, not a smudge out of place. I need to be flawless ton
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,