LOGINJORDAN POVThe afterglow died instantly.I was still naked, cum from both Killian and Lorenzo leaking down my thighs, body aching in the best and worst ways from the raw, soul-deep heat we’d just shared. The three of us froze in the tangled sheets, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Reef’s words hit like ice water.“They have someone inside the packhouse right now.”Killian was on his feet first, forest-green power flaring around him as he yanked on pants. “Who? How the fuck did they get past the wards?”Lorenzo was already moving, scarred muscles rippling as he grabbed his shirt, eyes dark with that protector rage I knew too well. “Reef, get in here. Now.”The door opened and Reef slipped inside, closing it fast behind him. His face was pale, the new bond thread between us pulsing with urgency and a hint of fear. He didn’t even blink at the obvious evidence of what we’d been doing—cum-stained sheets, bite marks, the three of us half-dressed and breathing hard.“I caught fra
JORDAN POV“Together.”The word still vibrated between us like a vow soaked in blood and cum. The war room felt too small, too public for what was building in my veins after Ren’s revelation. Generational convergence. Three bloodlines woven together before we were born, and then—on top of that ancient design—we had chosen each other anyway. Killian with his forty-minute wait outside my door. Lorenzo with eight years of shadows and scars. Me with my refusal to stand alone.I looked at them both, my cock already half-hard just from the weight of it all. “My quarters. Now. I need to feel this convergence in my body. Not just in my head.”Lorenzo’s scarred hand clamped on the back of my neck, possessive and rough. “You heard him.”Killian’s forest-green eyes burned as he fell in step beside us, his big palm sliding down to grip my ass through my pants the whole way down the hall. The second the door to my quarters slammed shut, clothes started tearing. I shoved Lorenzo against the wall fi
LORENZO POVThe war room felt too small for the weight of what Ren had just dropped on us.Generational convergence. Three bloodlines woven together before any of us took our first breath. Not random. Not even fate in the way we’d always thought. Designed. I stood against the far wall, arms crossed so tight over my scarred chest that the old wounds pulled, watching Jordan stand between Killian and me like the center of a storm we’d all been born to chase.My mind wouldn’t stop spinning.Eight years.Eight fucking years of bleeding in the shadows, intercepting orders, breaking alliances, burying bodies so the kid could even have a chance to grow up. I’d told myself it was duty. Pack law. The hard call no one else wanted to make. But now? With Ren’s words still ringing in my ears, every memory cracked open under a completely new light.That night eight years ago—the night I intercepted the kill order on a scared, golden-eyed boy who didn’t even know what he carried. I’d moved on pure in
JORDAN POVThe packhouse was losing its damn mind.Wolves spilled into the halls in various states of undress, eyes wide and glowing, voices overlapping in a chaotic roar. Some were half-shifted, claws scraping the floorboards. Others rubbed sleep from their eyes, muttering about earthquakes or spirits in the walls. The air still carried that faint trace of wild green and ancient rain from Killian’s activation, like the forest had decided to pay us all a visit in the middle of the night.I stood in the doorway of my quarters with Killian right behind me, his big hand possessive on my lower back, thumb stroking the fresh marks he’d left on my skin. My thighs still ached from how hard I’d clenched around him, his cum still slick between my cheeks, but there was no time to savor it. The whole damn pack had felt that surge.“What the hell was that?” one of the younger wolves barked, voice cracking with nerves. “Felt like the territory reached inside my chest and shook me awake.”Another g
JORDAN POV“Whatever’s waking up in me… it’s yours now too. Just like the rest of me has always been.”Killian’s words sank into my chest like a brand, hot and permanent. We stood there in the war room, foreheads pressed together, his big hands still gripping the back of my neck like he needed to feel my pulse to believe I was real. Two days without him had left a raw hole in me, and now that he was back—changed, carrying something ancient and wild that my Anchor ability had just laid bare—I couldn’t hold back anymore.I kissed him hard, desperate, tongues sliding deep and messy. He tasted like forest rain and that new green edge that made my wolf snarl with want. “Show me,” he growled against my mouth, voice wrecked. “You read me completely. I felt it. Show me what you saw in me, Jordan. Not words. Touch. I need your hands on me while you do it.”The new dynamic between us ignited like dry tinder. No more careful distance. No more me holding back the full weight of the Anchor because
JORDAN POV“Tell me everything you can,” I said, voice low and rough as I kept my forehead pressed to Killian’s. His scent wrapped around me—deep forest, rain, and that new wild edge that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. The others had cleared out after a few tense minutes, giving us the war room to ourselves. Lorenzo had clapped Killian on the shoulder with a gruff “Talk to him,” Reef had shot me a knowing look through our fresh bond thread, and Eli had closed the door quietly behind them. Just us now. The way it needed to be for this.Killian exhaled slowly, his big hands still gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. “I don’t even know where to start, Jordan. After the oldest released everything… it felt like the whole territory was screaming. I could hear it in my bones. You were holding it together with Eli, pouring yourself out for hours, and I just… I couldn’t stand there doing nothing. So I went looking for answers. Thought maybe one of the old resonance sites
Jordan's POV"I need you both to know something before this happens," I said.Lorenzo looked at me. Killian looked at me."I chose both of you," I declared. "Not because of the bond. Not because of the mate rot. Not because of anything that happened tonight." I held both their gazes. "Because of wh
Jordan's POV"You haven't told me what's on it," I said to Killian the moment we were alone in the corridor.Killian looked at me. "I know," he returned."Are you going to?" I questioned."Yes," he returned. "After.""After what?" I questioned."After Callum finishes his testimony and the session c
Killian's POV"Come up here Killian," Callum acknowledged from the top of the stairwell. "Just you."I looked at Jordan.Jordan looked at me and replied very quietly "don't.""I have to," I replied."He's separating you from us deliberately," Jordan replied. "The moment you go up there alone he con
Killian's POVThe session ended and we filed out into the corridor and Callum was gone.Not standing outside the door waiting. Not at the end of the corridor. Gone completely, like he had never been there at all except for the far exit still swinging slightly on its hinges and the cold draft coming







