LOGINSage’s POVMonday morning brought unexpected visitors-a delegation I hadn’t invited.“Five Alphas are here Marcus said, looking concerned. “They’re demanding an audience Now,”“Which packs? Kael asked. He was already moving into protective mode.“Northern Ridge, Silver Lake, Iron Mountain, Blackwood, and Crimson Falls.” Marcus pulled up information on his tablet. ‘All traditional, conservative packs. All opposed to what they’re calling the new Luna movement”My stomach dropped. “They’re here to challenge me.”‘Probably. Eleanor’s stalling them in the main hall, but we can’t delay long.” Marcus looked at me. “You don’t have to see them. We can send them away.”“No. If they’re here to challenge me, avoiding them makes me look weak.” I stood, despite my shaking hands. ‘Let them in. But Kael stays with me“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” Kael said firmly.Ten minutes later, five Alphas filed into Eleanor’s formal receiving room. All male, all older- ranging from their fifties to seventies
Sage’s POV**The moment the Timber and Cascade delegations left, I collapsed into a chair.“That was exhausting.” I said to no one in particular“That was extraordinary: Lorraine was beaming.You mediated a fifteen-year conflict in under two hours. Do you understand how rare that is?”“I got lucky. They were ready for peace.”“They were ready to listen. There’s a difference. Dak knelt beside my chair. “You made them listen. Made them see past their pride to what actually mattered”“I used my power on them. Projected calm when they argued. Isn’t that manipulation?”“You helped them access emotions they already had-exhaustion, hope, desire for not manipulation. That’s leadership.” Lorraine packed up her notes. “Word of this will spread peace. That’s quickly. Be prepared for more requests.”She was right. By Sunday morning, my phone was flooded with messages from pack representatives across the region.“Twelve packs have requested mediation,” Margaret said over video call. She’d been ha
Sage’s POVWednesday morning brought an unexpected visitor, a delegation from the Pacific Northwest Timber pack, requesting an audience with “the prophesied Luna.” Word had spread Fast.“They heard about the prophecy?” I asked Eleanor over breakfast. She’d received the request and was deciding how to handle it.“Everyone’s heard by now. Damien’s trial made headlines, and reporters dug up everything-the original kidnapping, the prophecy, all of it.”Eleanor sipped her tea. “You’re famous, dear. Or infamous, depending on who you ask.”“What do they want?”“To see if you’re real. If the prophecy is legitimate. And possibly to ask for help with their pack troubles” Eleanor set down her cup.“The Timber pack has been feuding with the Cascade pack for fifteen years. Border disputes, resource conflicts, the usual. They’ve heard you can unite divided packs.”“I can barely unite my own thoughts most mornings.”“Nevertheless, they’re coming. This afternoon Two hours.” Eleanor’s expression was
Sage’s POVSunday morning, I woke to find Kael’s side of the bed empty again. But this time, I found him outside on the estate grounds, moving through what looked like martial arts forms.Shirtless. Showing off the bandages still covering his wounds.“You’re supposed to be resting,” I called from the terrace.“I am resting. This is gentle movement.” Hemcompleted a slow, controlled strike. “Keeps muscles. from stiffening”“You were shot three times two days ago.”“And I’m already healing. Werewolf metabolism.”He moved through another sequence, wincing only slightly. “Besides, I need to stay sharp. Can’t protect you if I’m weak.”I descended the stone steps to the garden where he was training. “You’re not weak. You fought off seven armed men.”“‘Barely. And next time, there might be more.” He stopped, breathing hard. “I need to be better. Faster. Stronger.”“‘Or we need better security so you’re not fighting them alone.”“That too.” He pulled me close, despite being sweaty. “But I
Sage’s POVThe gunshots were getting closer.Kael shoved me toward the bedroom. “Closet Now There’s a panic room behind the back wall.”“I’m not hiding while you-”“You’re pregnant with my child. You’re hiding. His eyes flashed gold. “That’s not a request.” More gunshots. Closer. The guards were fighting, but whoever was attacking had come prepared.I ran to the closet. Kael followed, pressing a hidden panel. The back wall slid open, revealing a small reinforced room-maybe eight by eight feet, with a phone, first aid kit, and what looked like weapons.‘Get in. Lock it from inside. Don’t open it for anyone except me or Marcus.” He kissed me hard and fast. “‘I love you.”“Kael-“Go!” He pushed me inside and the door slid shut.I heard the lock engage. Then nothing but my own panicked breathing and the distant sounds of combat.The panic room had a security monitor. I could see multiple camera feeds-the hallway, the living room, the elevator bank.Three men in tactical gear were f
They arrested Damien” Marcus said over the phone. Kael had it on speaker while we ate breakfast. Two hours ago. At his apartment. Hetried to run“On what charges? Kael asked.“Extortion, terroristic threats, and conspiracy to commit kidnapping. The DA’s building a case for the original abduction, but that’ll take time. For now they have enough to hold him without bail.”Relief flooded through me. “He can’t threaten me from jail.”“Don’t celebrate yet” Silas’s voice cut in-he was on the call too. “Damien’s not stupid. He had contingency plans. We found evidence in his apartment that he hired at least two other people. We have one in custody, but the other is still at large.”“Who?’ I asked“The woman. Dr. Evelyn Cross”My stomach dropped. “What?”“We found communications between Damien and someone using Cross’s credentials. Encrypted messages, payment records. She’s been working with him from the beginning.”“That’s impossible. She’s training me-”“She’s manipulating you, Silas s
Thursday morning brought an unexpected visitor.I was eating breakfast-Kael ’s stress-baking had produced blueberry scones this time-when Margaret called.“You have a visitor in the lobby. She won’t give her name, but she says she’s the one who called you last night.” Margaret’s voice was cautious.
Sage’s POVI stood outside Thorne Tower at exactly 7:45 AM on Monday morning, wearing my only professional outfit and trying to convince myself I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.The building looked even more intimidating in daylight. Sixty floors of black glass and steel piercing the sky, ma
Sage’s POVSunlight stabbed through my eyelids like tiny daggers of regret.I groaned and tried to roll over, only to realizetwo things simultaneously: one, I was naked, and two, these sheets had a thread count higher than my credit score.My eyes snapped open.Floor-to-ceiling windows. City view t
*Sage’s POV*The champagne glass in my hand was empty, which was a problem because I needed something to throw at my boyfriend’s face.Ex-boyfriend, I corrected mentally. As of approximately thirty seconds ago.“You’re like white rice, Sage.” Nash’s voice carried across the Lavender Gardens where h







