Helen POV“Of course, Russo. I won’t do that to my mate, to the other wolves, wizards—and you, of course.”“Thank you, little Luna,” he hummed, yanking me into his chest and throwing his arms around me. “You’re a good mate, and a great woman, little wolf.”Light creaking of the floorboards drew my attention from our embrace and I pulled away from Russo, finding myself crying as well. Justin and Randy stood in the doorway, my mate marking a look of hatred against his eyes and pursed lips.“Justin,” I grunted, peeling from Russo’s side and rushing to my mate.I snuck my arms around his sides and to my surprise, he accepted them, his arm resting on my shoulder and his hand tangling in my hair. Justin tipped his nose down, inhaling a long draw of an inhale.“You smell like blood, mate,” Justin snarled, his attention flickering up to Russo for an accusatory second. I gripped him tighter and he found the towel with my blood on it second. “Why were you bleeding, Helen?”I pulled away, my hea

Justin POVI left Helen as she slept, and she was on my mind the rest of the morning. I should have kissed her. I should have told her I loved her and her commitment to being my mate, even when my Lycan still lacked trust with her.I didn’t do any such thing and guilt was heavy on my mind after that.Randy finished typing out a letter to return with the rogue I absolutely demolished in a beating this morning. I wanted to kill him, but then who would send my message to William and the huntsman?This would be a simple affair, and I would try to convince my Lycan to impregnate my mate before William can plan a backlash of action against our pack. Helen seemed so willing, and excited, and it truly made me fall in love with her all over again.Why wouldn’t my Lycan just forgive her first so we could move past her one betrayal?I could feel him denying that as a possibility and I sunk into my seat, Randy watching and noticing me going through this inner turmoil.“You okay, Alpha?”I shrugge

Helen POVI couldn’t help but fall asleep, feeling like I had been in this cell for three days now. The full moon has come and gone, and I never got the chance to mate with Justin. I knew he wanted to have pups soon, and the idea is so thrilling to me, but maybe it’s for the best.He could kill me if he’s not careful and I can’t ignore that possibility.I dreamt of his Lycan and the darkness that clouded his eyes at our worst moments together. Our relationship isn’t fully mended after I stabbed him, but it had to be good enough for him to come after me… right?I can only imagine he thinks I have run away and he has no interest in finding me, but it’s so far from the truth. I want to fix our mating bond so we’re back to where we used to be.We still had our enemies and we had our battles, but we were in love through it all.I woke up at last, groggy and weak. I looked at the ground all around me, seeing piles of pixie dust where that murderer must have destroyed every last one of them

Helen POVI sit up quick in bed, screaming for help and calling for my mate in this cold, dirty dungeon. Justin tackles me in his arms, holding me tight to his chest while he used his arm under me to reach over and turn on the lamp.The bedroom came into sight and I inhaled sharp, seeing that my reality was different from my horrible nightmare. At least, maybe it was a nightmare and maybe it was a memory.“Justin,” I panted, confused while I rubbed my eyes to double check where I was. “Oh moon goddess, we’re home! How did I—where did we—when did this—”“Please,” he grunted, pulling me against his chest. “It’s the middle of the night, Luna. Go back to sleep.”I fell back into his hold and made sure I was flush against his chest, loving the fact that he was holding me like my mate should hold me again. It felt normal and loving and trusting between us like it hasn’t in so long.I didn’t want to ruin it, but I knew we had to face William and make him pay for hurting those pixies. When Ju

Helen POVI hurried to get to Justin’s side, worried that Randy’s pause would grow into a fight, but he took me into his lap and brushed my hair back, letting me lean into his chest while he held me simply, carefully—lovingly.“Randy, tell him,” I plead. “Tell him he’s being irrational. You don’t like me like that.”Justin didn’t even growl at me, didn’t try to help me not defend Randy, and I thought it was weird that Justin was so smooth over this accusation that was obviously a lie.But still, Randy sat there perplexed and ignorant to reply.I kissed my mate’s lips quick, wanting to ease the tension, but I saw Randy flinch behind me, the sight making my heart drop in dread. Everyone saw it, too.Everyone could tell Justin’s accusation wasn’t false after all.I looked on in horror as Randy hung his head, straightened his chair and fell into his seat. Justin was cooing over me, petting me and being tinder, either out of sovereignty or to calm himself down, I didn’t know which for sure