Braden stands in the foyer, brows furrowed as he studies my injured hand like it’s something delicate he might break. The suggestion of the spa lingers in the soft curve of his lips, the gentle tilt of his head, and the hand that reaches out to brush lightly against my shoulder. Behind him, the grand staircase spirals elegantly toward the second floor, while the tall, looming front doors wait behind me like sentinels. I almost laugh at how easily he believes the lie — that I managed to injure myself while cooking. Maybe I’ve played the fragile wife too well.Still, I’m grateful he believes me.I pack a small bag, kiss his cheek with practiced affection, and step out the front door. The guards nod as I pass, and I force a wave and a tight-lipped smile, though every step away feels like a weight lifting. The crunch of gravel beneath my boots feels sharp in the quiet, and as I move around to the garden, the tension in my chest begins to ease, but never fully.The private garden is Braden
“Just because it’s something your father believed in doesn’t make it right,” Leo says, his voice strained, barely holding back the storm beneath. It’s not sharp or cruel — it’s aching. His breath comes too fast, uneven, as though every word costs him. His jaw tenses, not with anger but with grief, and his storm-grey eyes glisten, shadowed by memories he clearly wishes he could forget.“He should’ve sent guards after Ansel, not gone himself.” His voice wavers but steadies. “There was no one left to secure the succession, and by the time you were ready to lead, Braden had already stolen you away.” He lowers his head slightly, the fight draining from him for just a moment. “None of this would’ve happened if he hadn’t... chosen to die for the pack.”The words hit like a dagger. I stumble, breath catching as I spin to face him. My hands tremble uncontrollably, and our mate bond pulls taut, reacting to his distress, to mine.“Don’t say that, Leo,” I whisper, voice cracking. “You don’t know
I manage to quickly grab my bag from the bushes, spotting it easily thanks to the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves. As I loop around the garden, flashes of bright flowers and thick, lush greenery catch my eye. I spritz some essential oils onto my skin, the sharp scent of lavender and cedar grounding me, if only for a moment. I have to make it seem like I actually went to the spa after all.The guards outside the Alpha mansion stand stoic and tall, their dark uniforms like shadows against the vibrant landscape. I give them a quick wave as I pass the front side of the mansion, its grand exterior towering over me — stone and marble etched with age and power. I slip inside through the front door, the cool air immediately brushing against my skin. My bag slides down onto the floor, and I kick off my boots, exchanging them for soft slippers that mute my steps. The scent of herbs and essential oils weaves through the air, curling around me like a whisper, easing the nerves prickling
“Two packs, as capable as I am of running them, require more leadership. It might be that, in the future, the packs wish to separate. I think it’s important that we put steps in place to ensure loyalty and succession.”He grips my chin tight, making it impossible to look away or even flinch. His fingers dig into my skin, cold and unyielding, as his eyes bore into mine with an unnatural intensity. The air grows thick, every breath landing heavy and tense, filling the silence like fog. I shift my gaze to the point between his brows — a trick Gaia taught me. It gives the illusion of eye contact without truly meeting someone’s eyes. I sense his magic, like tendrils of smoke, reaching for me but struggling to find purchase.“I think that’s smart. What do you suggest we do to help bridge the packs?” I force a small, steady smile. His grip loosens, and I almost sigh with relief. Thank fuck for that. The magic slips off me like silk sliding from bare skin, and from the way Braden’s shoulders
Dinner is served in an elegant, well-lit dining room, but even the warm glow of flickering candles and the crackling fireplace can't soften the chill seeping into my bones. The red silk dress is a calculated spectacle — a plunging neckline, backless, hugging every curve like a second skin. The candlelight flickers against the fabric, making it shimmer and gleam as though inviting eyes to trace every inch of me. I can feel it working — the hungry stares, the weight of their attention on my bare arms , legs and quiet frankly my chest.I found the dress exactly where Braden left it — draped across the bed like a demand. He even cranked the air conditioning until the room feels like a walk-in freezer. Goosebumps rise on my skin, but Braden isn’t concerned with my comfort. He just watches, satisfied, as my nipples peak through the thin slip of silk. It's obscene. But he wishes to dangle me like bait in front of Leon. Uncle Leon’s eyes don’t even try to hide it, locked on me like I grew a s
“What is going on here?” Braden finally returns, carrying the whiskey in one hand and glasses in the other. The door groans behind him as it shuts. The fire in the lounge thrashes like a beast, casting chaotic, writhing shadows across the walls. Smoke and burning wood twist through the air, mixing with the sharp tang of whiskey and something darker— saturating the heavy air.Leon steps back, a hollow chuckle slipping from his lips as if nothing has happened. “I was just asking your lovely wife about the baby,” he lies smoothly, but Braden isn’t fooled. Not for a second. Perfect. Just how I planned. “Don’t lie, Leon,” I tease, though the words barely leave my throat. Leon darts his eyes to me, his smile stretched too thin, the pulse at his throat visibly jumping. The room seems to shrink, walls pressing in, suffocating thick and stifling, as if the room itself holds its breath. The fire’s heat is no longer comforting—it scalds.“Leon was asking me to run away with him,” I say lightly
Leo appears, stepping out of the shadows, looking far stronger than he did earlier. The faint glow from the moon catches the sharp lines of his body, his muscles taut beneath his tanned skin, and his handsome face carved with determination. He's healing so quickly now. Before I can process anything, he’s in front of me, pulling me into his arms. His warmth seeps through my skin like a fever. His strength—undeniable, overwhelming—presses against me as his lips find mine.Soft, yet demanding.The kiss steals my breath. His mouth moves against mine, hungry, desperate. My fingers thread into his short hair, then trail over the hard ridges of his body. Sparks. No—lightning. The kiss ignites something wild inside me, heat coiling low in my belly. My knees weaken, and I swear for a second, I could let the world burn just to stay right here. To take him after pretending for too long. I need this. But reality is cruel. There isn’t time.We tear apart, breathless. The sharp, wet sound of our li
Braden bursts in seconds later, naked from shifting, his skin streaked with dirt, blood, and sweat — a predator made flesh. The raw, coppery scent of blood clings to him, mixing with the musk of exertion. His dark blue eyes burn as they rake over me — my red silk dress puddled like spilled wine on the bed, my raven-black hair cascading over my shoulders as I give him a seductive smile.“Hmmm… you waiting for me, baby?” His voice drips with hunger, the sound of it curling cold fingers around my spine. I nod, biting my lip as he stalks forward, slow, deliberate, each step claiming the space between us, eyes locked onto me like I’m prey."Of course I did as my husband requests," I coo pushing my chest forward the silk rippling against my skin suggestivley. His heat is overwhelming when he leans down, breath ghosting over my lips. Our noses almost touch when I whisper, “Leon?”The question slices through the moment. His breath hitches, eyes flickering with something sharp, then he smiles
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,