Ansel doesn’t say a word, but the fleeting fear in his eyes roots me in place. It’s gone in a blink, replaced by his usual stoic resolve, but the damage is done. My mind spins with questions. What’s happening? What did Braden say to him downstairs?The knock comes again, sharper this time, echoing through the house. Ansel straightens, his shoulders stiffening. He glances toward the door, then back at me.“Stay here,” he commands, his voice steady but firm. “I’ll bring him up.”Before I can respond, he’s gone, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him. The faint sound of his heavy footsteps fades into the distance, leaving me alone with the rushing water and my own racing thoughts.I slump back against the wall, my legs trembling from exertion and nerves. The chill of the tiles presses against my damp skin, but I barely notice. My mind is stuck on that moment—the look in his eyes. Ansel is many things, but afraid? Never. Whatever Braden said downstairs has shaken him, and that terrifie
I make my way up the large stone steps to the hospital, forcing myself to keep my head high even as my hands tremble in my coat pockets. This is normal, I remind myself, a mantra echoing in my mind. I belong here. But the truth tugs at the edges of my confidence. I’ve never come to the hospital without Braden. And I pray no one else notices that.The heavy glass doors slide open, and the scent of antiseptic rushes to meet me, sharp and clinical. The lobby is alive with movement—guards passing by without giving me a second glance, doctors and nurses rushing in all directions. I’ve never seen it so chaotic. It feels like the perfect cover, and yet, my heart refuses to slow.At the reception desk, I hesitate, swallowing hard as my eyes scan the flurry of people bustling past. Maybe this will work in my favor. If everyone is too busy, no one will think twice about me. But the moment I approach the receptionist, doubt creeps in. Her glasses perch low on her nose as she types furiously, her
I sink into the chair, my legs shaky, her words ringing in my ears. A rogue. The fear claws its way up my throat as memories I’ve tried so hard to bury resurface—the woods, slick with rain and mud, the sound of howls closing in behind me, my chest burning as I ran for my life. The terror of hiding, minutes stretching into hours as my heart raced. And then, Braden. He appeared like a savior, pulling me from the brink into the saftey of his arms. He rescued me. Saved me.I shove the memory aside and stare down at the files. My hands tremble as I reach for the smaller one, the weight of it unfamiliar and ominous. My fingers brush against the cover as I flip it open, and the pages blur before my eyes. There’s so much here I don’t know where to start.I decide to focus on the blood tests, the ones Braden had insisted on after the baby… after everything. I scan the entries, my breath catching with each page I turn. But something is missing. There’s no record of a DNA test.I blink, trying t
I wipe my face with trembling hands, forcing the tears away as I flip through the pages, turning them back to before the miscarriage. My heart pounds against my ribs, and I steel myself, shutting off my emotions as best I can. Think clinically. Objectively. But as my eyes scan the entries, it becomes harder with each page to keep the panic at bay.Years of blood tests. Some taken in the same massive quantities as the one I gave at Ansel’s house. Why so much?He was keeping you weak, I remind myself. The thought simmers, but it doesn’t make sense. What does Braden gain by weakening an omega wolf? If I’m truly an omega, why didn’t he just make me a servant? A maid? Someone insignificant? Why propose? Why save me?Every page echoes the same damning word, written over and over again at the bottom: Omega.Braden is the beta. He’s strong, handsome, cunning—he could have had anyone in the pack. My mind flickers to the image of him and Gaia, his hand cupping her cheek, her strikingly beautifu
That’s why he marries me—to keep me close, to stop me from learning the truth. A bitter laugh rises in my throat, unbidden and mad. How did I not see it?“You have no idea how much I need you, Claudia.” His words echo in my mind, relentless and cruel. I had thought he said them out of love, that they came from a place of longing because I was his other half. I had felt it too—an overwhelming connection that consumed me. My heart swallowed every pretty speech, every lingering look. I took it all at face value. Fool that I was.But now those words haunt me. “You have no idea how much I need you, Claudia.”“Yeah,” I mutter, disgust lacing every syllable, “for my blood.”The realization twists in my gut like a knife. Goddess, he even kept track of how many times we had sex. I used to think it was strange—creepy, even—but now I wonder if it gave him some perverse satisfaction that I was a pawn willing to bend to his desires. My stomach churns at the thought. I gave myself to him, over and
I sit frozen, my body trembling as the realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. The entry stares back at me, unrelenting in its damning truth. Two years ago. I was pregnant before—and I lost that baby too.My hands shake so violently the paper crinkles under my grip. I force myself to steady them, to take a breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm building inside me. How could I not have known? My mind spins, searching desperately through blank, fragmented memories. Was I sick? Was I tired? Did I feel anything at all?But there’s nothing. Only empty spaces, like someone erased pieces of my life.I lean back in the chair, the stark white ceiling blurring as tears fill my eyes. Did Braden know? Did Ansel? Was it hidden from me—or was I too blind, too trusting, to see the truth? Of course they knew. I remind myself all those lies the two of them have spun me over the years. To think I had yet again given Braden the benefit of the doubt. Made Ansel to be the guilty party but n
My steps echo down the hallway, each one sounding louder than the last. My heart pounds so hard it feels lodged in my throat. What are you doing? Guilty people don’t run.But I am guilty. I stole the records. Yet that guilt pales in comparison to what has been stolen from me.I push forward, my feet flying as I turn down the corridor. My only hope is that this floor remains as quiet as it’s been since I arrived. The receptionist will notice soon—if she hasn’t already—that the files I handed her are nothing but scraps. She’ll sound the alarm. I know it.Fear and panic grip me in a suffocating vise. I can’t let them catch me. If Braden finds me, it’ll be far worse than I can imagine. He’ll know I’ve uncovered his secrets. He won’t let me go—he’ll continue the charade, drug me into compliance, use my body for his advantage, make me forget why I even wanted to leave in the first place.A chilling thought stops me mid-stride. If I’m not an omega, how did Braden get me pregnant so many time
The guard's eyes narrow, his gaze drilling into mine as if he can see past my calm exterior. My wolf bristles, ready to fight or flee, but I force myself to hold steady. Any sign of nervousness will give me away. He knows I'm lying, he knows why I am here. “It’s unusual for visits to be unscheduled, Miss Scott,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Especially to the children’s ward.” I see him watching me closely his keen eyes making me squirm.I tilt my head, feigning surprise, my practiced smile unwavering. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was an issue. Gaia mentioned the children in passing, and I thought it would be nice to check on them while I was here. Is that a problem?” I really hope mentioning Gaia's name is not going to land us both in hot water. The nurse glances between us, shifting uneasily. “It’s not a problem,” she interjects quickly, her tone placating. “Miss Scott is a trusted member of the pack. I’ll accompany her myself.” I give her a thankful smile but if she knew the trut
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,