Chapter 7 Dahlia’s POV The interior of the SUV felt like a trap. Outside, the city lights blurred into long, neon streaks as Nate pushed the car to its limits, but inside, the air was heavy and stagnant. Nate gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were bone-white. He
Chapter 6 Dahlia’s POV The air in my small front garden didn’t just feel charged; it felt like it had been sucked out of the world. Nate stood like a statue carved from obsidian. His frantic energy; the desperate Alpha who had come to save his dying elder had vanished,
Chapter 5 Dahlia’s POV Life in the Silver-Crest pack house as “Dr. Willow” was a constant test of my nerves. By day, I was the expert everyone bowed to. It was a bizarre, bitter shift. Warriors who used to shove me aside in the hallways now stopped and dipped their
Chapter 4 Dahlia’s POV The heavy iron gates of the Silver-Crest pack house swung open with a low, ominous groan. For a second, the air inside the car felt too thin to breathe. Six years ago, I had crawled through the dirt of the forest, bleeding and broken, just to
Chapter 3 Dahlia’s POV “Mommy has to go help someone who is very sick,” I said softly, kneeling down to look my three babies in the eyes. “Mr. Sinclair is going to stay with you. You have to be on your best behavior, stay inside the garden, and you must
Chapter 2 Dahlia’s POV Six Years Later p> “Mommy, wake up! It’s past 8 p> A chorus of chattering voices broke through the fog of my sleep, followed by a flurry of soft kisses and tiny, energetic hands. “Let’s go for the tickle, it always works,” Axel’s mischievous voice commanded.
Chapter 1 Dahlia’s POV I could only stand there and watch as my partner marked another, and there was nothing I could do. The hall fell unnaturally silent. Even the elders straightened as the Alpha stepped forward. “Now,” the Alpha’s voice rang out, vibrating with authority, and jolting me back
Chapter 45 “Seb, I think you should go,” Elara said, her eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “Given our situation, the company, the rumors, you might meet someone who could help you turn things around. We need allies right now p> Before Seb could refuse again, a small pitter-patter of
Chapter 44 The house was dead silent when Seb pushed through the front doors. The air felt stagnant, smelling of the expensive lavender candles Elara insisted on burning. She was sitting on the sofa, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, looking like a portrait of a concerned
Chapter 43 Amara took a deep breath, the scent of the city filling her lungs. She felt lighter than she had in seven years. “It doesn’t matter who it was, Seb,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion “Amara p> Amara looked at Seb one last time. She searched
Chapter 42 The silence that followed the video was deafening. On the large screen, the truth looped: Seren lunging for Amara’s phone, missing, and deliberately throwing herself against the edge of the table to create a scene. Her scream of “No! Don’t call him! Ouch!” echoed through the lobby speakers,
Chapter 41 “Make me regret it? In what way?” Seb’s voice cracked, a desperate laugh bubbling up. “She said you pushed her,” Seb whispered, his voice trembling “Then you should wonder who taught her to say that,” Amara replied, sitting back down and picking up her pen as if he
Chapter 40 The morning light in the office was crisp and clean, reflecting off the polished glass of Amara’s desk. Amara leaned back in her chair, the steam from her coffee rising in a gentle swirl. For the first time in weeks, her mind felt quiet. The memory of Julian’s
Chapter 39 The living room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner. Madam Arabella Pedro was pacing, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater, but she stopped the moment Amara walked through the door. “You’re home,” Arabella said, her eyes searching Amara’s face for any sign
Chapter 38 When Amara walked back to the table, the candlelight seemed harsher than before. Jullian stood up immediately, his eyes scanning her face with an intensity that made her want to flinch. “Are you okay?” Jullian asked, his brow furrowed. He stepped toward her, his hand hovering near her
Chapter 37 The restaurant was too quiet. That was the first thing Amara noticed. The soft hum of a cello played over the speakers, and the scent of expensive lilies hung heavy in the air. Jullian sat at a corner table, the flickering flame of a single candle casting long,
Chapter 36 The air in the room didn’t just turn cold; it turned lethal. Amira pulled back from the hug, her smile twisting into something jagged and cruel. “Half-sisters, Mother,” Amira whispered, the word dripping like venom. “We might share the same face, but you and I both know the
Chapter 35 The hospital corridor smelled of bleach and impending doom. Amara leaned against the cold wall, her hands shaking so hard she had to bury them in her pockets. Every second the “In Use” sign stayed lit above the ER doors felt like a year off her life. Then
Chapter 34 The cool night air bit at Sebastian’s skin as he stumbled toward his car, the world tilting and blurring into a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow. He reached for the door handle, but his knees buckled. Before he could hit the gravel, a pair of strong, slender arms
Chapter 33 The atmosphere in the Creed mansion had soured from domestic bliss to a tomb of regret. The air was thick with the smell of expensive scotch and the heavy silence of a man who had realized he traded a diamond for a stone. “Amara left me… help me