LOGIN"Grandma Seraph, our voices didn't argue," I say real softly into the phone. "Your mind knows how it is—Draven and my male body hardly ever fight."Most of our real issues just simmered in total silence. After all, a real argument requires some small spark of human feeling. But all Draven Calder had for my life was cold indifference, maybe even deep contempt.For a quick moment, the high pack lady was at a total loss for words over the line. She understood the truth. Even the closest mated couples have their share of squabbles—especially after years together. Weren't Draven and Lardon supposed to be the most important wolves in each other's lives by now?Yet the way our bodies lived... it was as if we were total strangers, bound together only by pack law and obligation.My wolf had tried absolutely everything to warm the thick ice between our blankets, but nothing seemed to work on his beast. Draven simply did not care about my shirt. He treated my male body like a basic forge busines
LARDON VEXLEY POV"Lardon, look at your phone screen," Lucien Mordane mutters real softly, his gay voice breaking the pool silence.My eyes flicker right down to his glowing glass.Another familiar pack profile picture appears right below Tavros’s mean texts.It is Mireya Duskrell.My male face does not show a single drop of surprise. So, their warrior circle actually kept a private group chat, just for their own bodies...Of course they did. Mireya was always the center of attention in the Calder Dominion, the pretty wolf everyone gravitated toward during the full moon hunts.All those three winters my shirt had been legally bound to Draven Calder, my mind had never known that "plus-ones" could be included inside their inner circle—at least, not openly for my wolf to see.Not that it mattered to my chest anymore.Still, stumbling upon their little digital group right now felt oddly like some embarrassing secret about my lonely wolf had been aired out for their casual amusement. My li
The kid's eyes light up with instant mischief. His fingers snap a quick photo of our two backs from behind the stone wall.After mulling the trick over inside his head, his screen makes a big collage of all the photos his hand had taken that day—our lodge dinner, family group shots, scenic mountain views, and now, this candid shot of my male body and Lucien.Super satisfied with his work, his thumb hits the "post" button and sends the file straight out to his pack feed.This was the largest hot thermal spring in the entire resort area, with the absolute best view of Frostveil Peak by far. From this exact spot, your eyes could watch brilliant holiday flares arc across the dark night sky and, in the far distance, see the majestic, wild outline of the neutral mountains.My wolf quickly senses something is a bit off.My boots had arrived at the pool area in basic swim gear, but right now, if my hands took off this thick wool robe, it would feel a bit inappropriate with another alpha male
LARDON VEXLEY POV"Grandma, your mind has it all wrong, my wolf tongue nearly chokes on my sweet berry drink. "Lucien Mordane is just Draven’s warrior friend from the old pack hunts."Ilyra Moonveil's old face freezes up real solid for a quick second by the wood table."Well, that will not do for your life then," Ilyra barks back, shaking her head. "Not appropriate for a proud male omega. Let our paws keep looking for a better alpha male."Zephan Vexley lets out a super exasperated breath, using his wooden fork to drop a big piece of roast deer meat straight onto his mother's plate. "Ilyra, Lardon just got his male divorce from the Calder Dominion. There is absolutely zero rush for his heart to find another blanket."Zephan had already discussed this whole mess with her in the old cabin. His gay heart had been fully supportive of my fast choice to leave Draven—there was just zero point staying inside a broken mate bond that only wears your male spirit down to the bone.Ilyra shoots hi
For three long winters, my life had devoted its whole heart to Draven's family, honing my baking skills until my sweet pastries rivaled any top chef in the territory. Maelis loved my treats, and every holiday moon eve, her mouth had insisted my hands make enough batches for the whole pack council.Back then, my wolf had foolishly believed that if my body worked hard enough, if I gave enough of my own flesh and energy to their name, my spirit would finally earn their true approval.Right now...Maelis's bad moods, her likes and dislikes—they no longer mattered to my chest.Not even Draven Calder did.None of their pack business was my concern anymore.Maelis was caught completely off guard by my flat refusal. She falls totally silent on the other end, turning my short words over inside her brain, searching for some deeper hidden meaning behind my voice.She knew my mild temperament real well—always patient with her demands, always considerate of the alpha line. Whenever her mouth asked
LARDON VEXLEY POV"Lardon Vexley is a completely different wolf now, Tavros," Lucien Mordane says into his screen, his gay eyes watching my face real closely inside the lifting cage.Lucien had always looked at my male body through bad lenses because of the pack history. But right now, his eyes find themselves studying my expression all over again.My male face is as calm as the mountain frost, completely devoid of any old feelings for his friends. The polite warmth my hands once showed their warrior circle is totally gone, replaced by a deep chill that keeps every single beast at arm's length."My boots are staying right with my grandmother tonight," I answer Lucien real simply, not bothering to explain my family plans any further to his ears.Lucien looks a little bit surprised by my quick words, but his brain can tell my mouth has absolutely zero intention of chatting by the iron door.As for the real reason behind my cold attitude toward his pack...His mind understood the truth.
"Where is the omega stray, Lardon Vexley?" Selith Vayne barked, sauntering into the private room and dropping his leather hunting pouch onto the wolf-furs without a second thought.I slowly pulled my hands away from my tunic, tracking the seventeen-winter-old beta who was all clumsy limbs and arrog
"You will scrub Mireya Duskrell’s name from the territory networks, Lardon, or the Alpha-Prime will personally ensure your banishment from every allied hunting ground in the northern sector."Ronzek Hale’s voice bled through the communication slate, delivering Draven Calder's absolute decree.I clo
"Aziel!"Mireya Duskrell’s ecstatic voice shattered my focus, his designer leather boots clicking hard against the stone pathway. He bypassed me entirely, lunging directly into the warrior’s muscular chest. Aziel caught him out of pure reflex, stabilizing the high-ranking submissive wolf against hi
"I am deeply sorry, Lardon Vexley. You have completely missed the optimal moon cycle for the marrow surgery to halt the silver-rot decay in your ribs."My claws dug into the parchment diagnostic, tearing the edges as the healer’s words echoed. I dialed Ronzek Hale, the pack-bound secretary of Drave







