LOGINKieran’s hands shake as he strips. “Turn over,” he rasps, voice shredded from hours of snarling commands to the pack. His body is still tense from battle, desire written across every rigid line of him.I whimper when he manhandles me onto my knees, his calloused palm skating up my spine. “Hurts?” he murmurs against my shoulder blade. I nod, trembling. He licks a stripe up my neck, then bites my mating scar just hard enough to make my cunt clench around nothing.“Good,” he growls. The head of his cock prods at my entrance, smearing precome through my folds. “Want you to feel every inch while you’re still sore.” He pushes in slow, so fucking slow, until my nails tear holes in the pillow.The stretch burns. Tears leak down my cheeks. Kieran laps them up with a pleased rumble, h
Kieran freezes, one hand still on the door, eyes burning gold. “Sienna, you just—”“I know,” I cut in, voice hoarse but steady. “I’m a new mother, not dead. And right now our pack needs a Luna who thinks, not just one who bleeds.”Tabitha and Isla slip into the chamber behind Rowena, their faces pale but determined. Tabitha still has dried blood on her sleeve from helping during the birth. Isla carries a tablet, already pulling up maps like the brilliant strategist she’s becoming.I shift Callum higher against me and meet Kieran’s gaze. “The Architects and Savannah are hitting us from three sides because they’re terrified of what Callum represents. A hybrid who can bridge worlds. But fear is a weapon we can turn against them.”I gesture for the tablet. Isla hands it over quickly.“My mother’s final journals mentioned an old ritual—the Lunar Accord. It was used in ancient times during great threats to unite packs and show the undeniable truth. I studied it for my thesis. With my Bridge
The lodge is quiet after the battle. Every creak of the old walls makes me look toward the nursery.I stand in the doorway of the inner chamber, blood still drying on my skin, watching Sienna nurse our son. Callum nurses with the same fierce focus he seems to bring to everything.Sienna looks exhausted. Hair a disaster, dark circles carving out the space under her eyes. But looking at her right now? I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.“You should shower,” she says softly. “You look like you walked through hell.”“I did.” I cross the room and kneel beside the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then to Callum’s dark hair. He makes a small, contented sound. For the first time in days, neither Sienna nor Callum feels distant through the bond. They’re right here, breathing against me. “But I’d walk through it a thousand times to keep you both safe.”Rowena stands near the window, arms crossed, watching us with an unreadable expression. The elders left an hour ago after the e
They want my son.They will die for it.I reach for the pack bond and push my Alpha command through it, clear and precise:“Maddox, take the western flank with forty enforcers. Use the ridge line for elevation. Force them into the choke point at Black Rock. No heroics. Wear them down.”Maddox’s acknowledgment surges back instantly, solid and loyal.“Ryker, eastern perimeter. You have the silver-net teams. Prioritize Architects. I want their tech specialists alive if possible. Burn the rest.”Ryker’s response is sharp: “Understood, Alpha.”I keep the central force with me , sixty of our strongest warriors. We hold the direct line to the lodge.Sienna and Callum are inside. Rowena, Laura, and a squad of elite guards are with them. The inner chambers are reinforced, but if the outer lines break, it won’t matter.I send one final private pulse through the mate bond to Sienna:Stay safe. Protect our son. I’m coming back to you both.Her reply comes back warm but strained, laced with exhaus
The second Laura places him on Sienna’s chest, he goes quiet. His tiny hand opens and closes against her skin. Sienna starts crying.Then I do.He is small. So impossibly small.Yet the moment his skin touches hers, she feels his love for her beyond desire. I feel it in my bones, my urge to protect my husband and Callum.My son.Tears burn my eyes. I drop to my knees beside the bed, unable to stay standing. My hand trembles as I reach out and touch his back. He’s warm. Alive. Real.“Sienna…” My voice cracks completely. “He’s here.”She laughs through exhausted tears, cradling our son with a fierce gentleness that steals what little breath I have left. “Callum,” she whispers. “Our Callum.”I lean in and press my forehead to hers, then to the top of our son’s head. His scent—milk, new life, and faint wild pine fills my lungs.My mother steps forward slowly, her face unreadable. She has lost so much—my father, Kali—yet when she looks at her grandson, something ancient and tender cracks a
“Move,” Kieran commands, already shifting.The parking lot erupts into violence before I can take another step.With a sudden, explosive shift, Kieran’s body contorts, his shoulders expanding and claws erupting from his sleeves as he charges the first figure in black who emerges from the darkness between cars. Ryker and Maddox, a wall of muscle, follow closely.But they’re ready for us.Three more Architects step out from behind a van, weapons raised. One fires a dart that whistles past my ear. A rifle with illuminated silver bullets.I backed into Kieran’s car, hand on my belly. Our son kicks hard, a fierce surge of power flooding through me. Golden light flickers at my fingertips before I even consciously call it.Not him, I think de
I tear through the woods, my lungs on fire. Branches smash against my fur, but I feel nothing over the sharp agony tearing through our bond.Sienna! I roar into the connection. Hang on! I’m coming.The baby… her reply is weak, terrified. Something’s wrong. It hurts so bad…Muscles screaming, I push
The next morning, I wake slowly, cocooned in my mate’s embrace. His hand is splayed wide across the gentle swell of my belly. Even in sleep, he holds me tight.I lace my fingers through his. Last night’s ritual still lingers in my veins—a faint golden warmth connecting me to him and the pack.“You’
I storm back into the command hub, half-shifted, claws still bloody. Fury burns through me—until I see Sienna. Everything else fades.She stands at the center of the room, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly. The swell is visible now, soft and rounded,
Pain hits so hard my knees give out. One second I’m standing, the next my knees buckle as fire burns through my stomach. The pup kicks hard enough to steal my breath.Kieran catches me before I hit the ground, his grip iron-tight. “Sienna!” Panic slams through the bond. I dig my claws into his bare







