LOGINAmelia had just discovered that she's carrying Alpha Jace's child but she didn't expect her world to shatter in one night. Finding her mate and her friend entangled together in bed, he didn't deny it and didn't apologize. Betrayed, replaced and humilated, Amelia decides to escape the cage she had lived in for two years by leaving the pack. Pregnant and alone, how would she survive? Her freedom led her to a second chance mate while she still struggled to get over the trauma caused by her first. Zayden Briggs. The cold alpha with a dark past everyone fears to talk about. What happens when she meets Zayden? What happens when her first mate, Alpha Jace, comes back trying to reclaim her?
View MoreAmelia POV She came to me in the early morning, before the children were awake.That alone told me something — Mara did not rearrange her rhythms for ordinary conversations. When she arrived before dawn, with the specific quality of someone who had been sitting with something through the night and had decided the sitting was finished, I put down whatever I was doing and paid attention.She sat in her usual chair in the training room.I sat across from her."How is the blood?" she asked.Not the greeting. The actual question — the one she asked at the beginning of every significant conversation we'd had since the beginning, the consistent diagnostic that had measured everything from my first tentative sessions to the months of building toward the complete expression."Steady," I said. "Fuller than it was a year ago, even. The letters have done something to it, I think. The healing work. There's a quality of — use — that the full expression needs to stay calibrated. When I'm actively
Amelia POV They started arriving in summer.Not the formal Concordat correspondence that Reyna managed through her established channels, not the carefully worded visit requests that had become a regular feature of our post-Sorin existence. These were different. Smaller. Personal in the specific, unguarded way of letters written by people who had exhausted every formal option and were now simply reaching toward something they had no other language for.The first came from a pack healer three territories east — a woman who introduced herself as Brenna, who had spent twelve years trying to help a child in her pack born with a gift she couldn't diagnose or support. The child produced an effect on animals — calming them, reading their pain with an accuracy that exceeded anything Brenna had encountered — and nobody in the healer's network had answers.I do not know if your daughter's gifts extend to knowledge of lineages like this one, she wrote. I am simply running out of places to ask.
Amelia POV We arrived at Moonlight Pack in the soft grey light of early spring, and the first thing I noticed was how small it looked.That surprised me more than anything else that day — the packhouse that had defined the boundaries of my fear for twenty years, that had loomed in my memory as something vast and inescapable, was simply a building. Old stone, weathered by another winter, the gate I had once been escorted through against my will standing open now in formal welcome.Caelen looked at it the way he looked at everything new — systematically, without visible emotion, filing the place into whatever vast internal map he had been constructing his entire life."It's smaller than I expected," he said."It always is," I told him. "Memory makes things larger than they are. Especially the frightening ones."Jace met us at the courtyard.He had changed — Seren had been right about that, in the way she was right about most things involving people's interior states. The man who had t
Amelia POV He asked for it on an ordinary morning, over breakfast, with no preamble at all."I want to go to Moonlight Pack," Caelen said.I set down my cup very carefully.He was six now — old enough that his sentences had stopped being the spare, declarative statements of his earlier years and had developed something closer to argument, the patient, methodical building of a case that he clearly expected me to receive rather than simply dismiss. He looked at me across the table with the same flat, assessing eyes he'd had since his fourth hour of life, except now they carried something I recognized as deliberate preparation. He had thought about how to say this."Why?" I asked. Which was, I had learned, always the right first question with Caelen. He never minded being asked why. He minded being told no without it."Because it's part of where I came from," he said. "You came from there. Half of what I am came from there, even if it isn't the half people talk about." He paused. "And
Amelia POV Sorin arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon, exactly as we had asked her to — no escort beyond two quiet wolves who waited at the gate rather than entering, no ceremonial robes, no advisors trailing behind her with the careful, watchful attention of people documenting every detail for
Amelia It started with a rumor that didn't sound like a rumor.Pell brought it back from a routine border check three weeks after our return from the Concordat — not urgent in the way his reports usually carried urgency, but precise, the specific quality of intelligence that he had decided was wor
Amelia POV We left the Concordat's hall at dawn on the third day, and I felt the weight lift the moment the great stone building disappeared behind the tree line.Not entirely. Some weight, I was beginning to understand, was simply going to be permanent now — the knowledge of thirty-one Alphas w
Amelia POV Sorin's letter did exactly what she said it would.Word moved through the wolf world the way important things moved — slowly at first, then suddenly everywhere, carried pack to pack by the informal networks that had nothing to do with the Concordat's official channels and everything






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