LOGINThis has never happened before.
When the bleeding finally stopped, Maya looked up at her reflection and froze. Something was different. Her face looked... sharper somehow. Her eyes brighter. Her skin is almost glowing despite the dark circles underneath. A wave of nausea hit her hard. She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her stomach heaving even though she hadn't eaten anything. When it passed, Maya sat on the cold tile floor, trembling. This wasn't normal. She dressed up, she was on her way to hospital. Two hours later, Maya sat in an examination room at a different hospital across town. No way was she going back to her workplace. Not after James. The doctor, an older woman with kind eyes, reviewed her chart. "The blood test confirms it. You're pregnant." Maya's world tilted. "That's impossible. It's only been two days since…" "Two days?" The doctor frowned. "That's not possible. You'd need at least…" A sound cut through the room. Low. Primal. Like a distant howl. It came from Maya's stomach. The doctor's eyes widened. She grabbed her stethoscope with shaking hands and pressed it to Maya's abdomen. Her face went pale. "You're carrying an Alpha pup." "A what?" "An Alpha werewolf pup." The doctor pulled back, studying Maya with a mixture of awe and concern. "This is... this is extremely rare. The pup is powerful. Growing at an accelerated rate. I can already hear its heartbeat, strong, faster than human. The pregnancy will progress much quicker than normal." Maya's mouth went dry. "Werewolf? But I didn't, I mean, he looked completely…" Human. The stranger had looked completely human. No claws. No fangs. No glowing eyes. Just a beautiful man who'd made her feel wanted for one night. The doctor was still talking. "Alpha pregnancies are intense. You'll experience rapid changes. Heightened senses. Nosebleeds as your body adjusts. Nausea. The pup will be born in approximately six weeks instead of nine months." Six weeks. "The father needs to be involved," the doctor continued. "Alpha pups need their father's presence during development. The bond helps stabilize both mother and child. Do you know how to contact him?" Maya shook her head numbly. She didn't even know his name. "I see." The doctor's expression grew serious. "This is going to be difficult then. Alpha pups are possessive even in the womb. Without the father's scent, the pup may become agitated. You'll need to…" "I understand." Maya stood abruptly. "Thank you, doctor." She needed to leave, and process what was happening. The doctor handed her a prescription. "Prenatal vitamins. Specialized for werewolf pregnancies. And Maya?" She caught her arm gently. "Be careful. There are people who would pay a lot of money for an Alpha pup. Keep this pregnancy quiet." Maya nodded and fled. She made it home on autopilot. Her small apartment felt suffocating as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Pregnant. With a werewolf baby. From a man whose name she didn't know. Maya slid down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. "How is this happening? I'm a nurse. I understand biology. You can't get pregnant in two days. You can't…" Another wave of nausea hit. She pressed her hand to her stomach, feeling nothing different yet. But something was there. Growing. Changing. An Alpha pup. What did that even mean? Would it have claws? Fangs? Would it hurt her? Could a human body even survive carrying a werewolf? The doctor seemed to think so, but Maya had never encountered anything like this in her training. Werewolves were myths. Stories. Things that didn't exist in the real world. Except apparently they did. And she'd slept with one. Her mind raced back to that night. The stranger's fever-hot skin. His unusual strength even while drugged. The way his eyes had seemed to glow in certain light, she'd thought it was just the reflection from the window. Had he known? Had he known what he was doing to her? Maya's phone buzzed. A text from the hospital. Her shift started in three hours. She couldn't go. Couldn't face James. Couldn't pretend everything was normal when her entire world had just shattered for the second time in two days. Another howl echoed from her stomach, louder this time. More insistent. Maya pressed both hands to her abdomen. "Okay. Okay, I hear you." The pup, her pup, was real. Growing inside her. Depending on her. And she had no idea who the father was or how to find him. She was completely, utterly alone. Maya curled up on her side, tears sliding down her face. "What am I going to do?" The apartment remained silent except for the steady, too-fast heartbeat thrumming beneath her chest.MAYA'S POVI had been alone with my thoughts for four days.That was long enough to know every crack in the ceiling. Long enough to have replayed every conversation, every silence, every unanswered question until the words stopped meaning anything. Long enough to start going quietly out of your mind.I was standing at the window with cold tea in my hand when the knock came.Not Marcus. His knock was three beats, unhurried. This was two knocks, rapid, and then without waiting for an answer the door opened and a woman walked in carrying a wooden tray as though she had been expected.She was small, but nothing about her was diminutive. She moved through the room with the ease of someone who had long stopped adjusting herself to suit her surroundings. Dark brown skin, natural hair in a bun that had started the morning with more structure and given up somewhere along the way. She set the tray on the side table without being invited, examined the small glass jar sitting on it briefly, then
MAYA'S POVI woke before dawn.Not because of noise. The east wing was as silent as it always was, the kind of silence that had weight to it, that pressed against the windows and pooled in the corners of rooms. I had learned to sleep inside it over the past few days, had taught myself to stop expecting the ordinary sounds of my old life, traffic, neighbours, the distant bark of someone's dog three floors below. Shadow Peak had its own sounds. Wind in the pines. The groan of old timber settling. The occasional low sound from somewhere deep in the house that I couldn't identify and had stopped trying to.I lay still for a long time, watching the ceiling lighten by degrees as dawn crept through the curtains.The baby moved.A slow roll, deliberate and unhurried, like a question being asked in a language I was only beginning to understand. I pressed my palm flat against my belly and waited. Another movement came. Softer this time. Settling. Like something finding its position and decidin
MAYA'S POVThe balcony faced the forest.I had discovered it on my second night, a small iron-railing platform off the sitting room that I hadn't noticed during the day. The door was heavy, the lock stiff, but I had wrestled it open and stepped out into the cold and found myself looking at something I hadn't known I needed.Trees. Endless trees, stretching toward the mountains in waves of dark green and black. The half moon hung above them, silver and incomplete, casting just enough light to outline the shapes of things without revealing what they were.I had been standing here for an hour.Maybe longer. Time moved differently at Shadow Peak, slippery and strange, the hours bleeding into each other in ways I hadn't learned to track. The cold had seeped through my sweater hours ago, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside. Inside was the room. The bed. The silence.Out here, at least, there was the forest. The moon. The wind moving through the branches like something breathing.The ba
KAI'S POV The study was the only room in the manor where no one entered without permission. I had made it that way deliberately, years ago, when I first took my place as Alpha. A sanctuary. A room where the weight of leadership could be set down, if only for an hour. Where the mask could come off and I could be something other than what everyone needed me to be. Tonight, the mask was suffocating me. I stood at the window, staring out at darkness I couldn't see. My reflection stared back at me from the glass. Hollow-eyed. Jaw tight. A man who had spent the last four days pretending he wasn't falling apart. Behind me, the portrait hung on the wall. My father. The Alpha King. Painted when he was younger than I was now, his expression stern and certain, the weight of a crown he hadn't yet inherited already visible in the set of his shoulders. I had been staring at that portrait my entire life. Had measured myself against it. Had tried to become the man it represented. Tonight
MAYA'S POVThe east wing was quiet. Always quiet. I had learned its silences in the time since my arrival, the way footsteps echoed differently in each corridor, the way the old pipes groaned at dawn. Marcus brought meals I barely touched. Sage appeared with tea I let go cold. The windows faced the gardens, frost-laced and empty.And somewhere in this house, Kai moved through his days without coming to find me.I could feel him. A pull I couldn't explain, a compass needle that pointed toward whatever room he occupied. He hadn't crossed the threshold of the east wing since the night I arrived. Maybe he was managing the fallout. Maybe he couldn't face me. I didn't know which possibility hurt more.Morning light slanted through the sitting room windows. I sat with my hands wrapped around a cup I wasn't drinking from, watching frost sparkle on the glass, when the air changed.A pressure shift. The weight of something approaching.I set the cup down.The woman in the doorway was impossible
MAYA'S POV "This week," I said. "You knew I was coming this week.""Kai called me four days ago," Marcus said. There was no defensiveness in it, no apology either, just the simple laying out of a fact. "Told me there might be, circumstances. Asked me to have somewhere ready. I didn't know exactly what 'ready' needed to mean, so I erred toward private, and quiet, and as far from the parts of the house where people congregate as the floor plan would allow without putting you in the barn."Something in my chest did something complicated.Four days. The same four days that I had spent learning what Kai was, what I apparently now was, what the small persistent presence under my ribs apparently now was, the same four days, this man, a stranger, had spent making a space ready. Not knowing what for, exactly. Just, making it ready. On the strength of a phone call and the word "circumstances.""Why?" I said.Marcus glanced at me."Why what?""Why would you do that," I said. "For someone yo
MAYA'S POVThe baby rippled.That was the only word I had for it yet, not a kick, not the distinct percussion of later pregnancy, something more preliminary than that, more like the memory of movement than movement itself. The flutter of something turning in a space it was still learning were the
MAYA’S POVMarcus was exactly what I had expected and nothing like what I had imagined.This was the particular paradox of meeting someone you had already been told about, the description had been accurate in its facts and insufficient in its texture, the way a list of ingredients told you nothing
MAYA'S I should have been asleep.This was the thought that kept arriving and departing without accomplishing anything, the awareness that it was past midnight, that I had been awake for nearly twenty hours, that my body had done the thing bodies did under sustained stress and gone past tired int
The phone rang at 11:47.Maya was standing at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea she hadn't drunk, watching the steam rise and disperse in the still apartment air, and the ring startled her enough that she set the mug down too hard and had to catch it before it tipped. She looked at the screen.







