LOGINNoahThe knock came late in the evening.I was sitting by the window, watching the sun sink below the horizon. The sky was painted in shades of orange and gold, beautiful and distant.I didn't turn around."Noah." Adrian's voice was quiet, hesitant. "Can I come in?"I said nothing.He took my silence as permission. The door opened and closed softly. I felt him cross the room, felt his presence settle beside me.He didn't try to touch me. He just stood there, waiting."I know you don't want to see me," he said finally. "I know you probably hate me. But I needed to say something."I still didn't look at him."I'm sorry." His voice cracked. "For everything. For rejecting you. For buying you. For treating you like you were nothing."The words hung in the air.I stared out the window, my face blank."I know sorry isn't enough," Adrian continued. "I know I can't undo what I did. But I need you to know that I understand now. I understand how badly I hurt you."Silence."Noah, please." His vo
NoahThe tray sat on the table, untouched.I had been staring at it for what felt like hours. The bread had gone stale, the soup had grown cold, and the fruit was starting to brown at the edges.But I couldn't make myself reach for it.Every time I thought about eating, my stomach twisted with something that wasn't hunger. It was fear. Guilt. The memory of all the times I had been forced to eat, forced to obey, forced to pretend I was grateful.Elena found me like that, sitting on the edge of the bed, my eyes fixed on the tray."Noah." Her voice was soft. "You haven't eaten.""I'm not hungry."She crossed the room and picked up the tray. She sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her presence."You need to eat," she said gently. "Your body needs strength. The baby needs strength.""I know." I looked away. "I just can't.""Can't? Or won't?"I didn't answer.Elena sighed. "Noah, I know you've been through terrible things. I know you're tired. But starving yourself i
NoahThe garden was quiet.I sat on the stone bench, my hands resting on my swollen belly, staring at nothing. The flowers blurred in my vision, their colors bleeding together into a wash of red and gold.I didn't see them. I didn't see anything.Elena found me there. Her footsteps were soft on the gravel path, but I heard her approach. I heard everything now. The birds in the trees, the wind in the leaves, the distant murmur of voices from the palace.I heard it all.And I felt nothing."Noah." Elena sat beside me, her voice gentle. "I have news."I didn't respond. I just kept staring at the flowers."Tyrene has been banished. Kael sent her away. She's gone."The words hung in the air between us. I waited for something to happen. For anger, relief, satisfaction. Anything.Nothing came.I blinked slowly. "Oh."Elena studied my face. "That's all you have to say?""What else is there to say?" My voice was flat, hollow. "She's gone. Good. She should have been gone a long time ago.""I th
KaelThe gates of Silvercrest loomed before me, tall and imposing. Iron bars reinforced with dark stone, guards patrolling the walls above, their eyes fixed on me and my warriors.I had ridden through the night to get here. My horse was lathered with sweat, my body ached from hours in the saddle. But I didn't care.Noah was inside those walls. And I was going to bring him home.I pulled my horse to a stop at the main gate and looked up at the guards. "Open the gates. I want to speak with your Alpha."The guards exchanged nervous glances. One of them disappeared, probably to fetch Adrian.I didn't have to wait long.Adrian appeared on the wall, flanked by his warriors. His face was cold, controlled, but I saw the tension in his jaw.Elias stood beside him, his expression unreadable."Kael." Adrian's voice carried down to me. "You're trespassing.""I'm here for Noah." I swung down from my horse, my hand resting on my sword. "Bring him out."Adrian's eyes narrowed. "He's not leaving.""Y
NoahI pressed my back against the door, my heart pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else.But I could still hear them. Their voices carried through the wood, sharp and angry."I'm not leaving until I see him.""You don't get to make demands here, Elias.""He's not a possession, Adrian! You can't just lock him away.""Watch me."I closed my eyes, willing them to stop. But they didn't."I've been patient." Elias's voice was low and dangerous. "I've let you bring him here. I've let you play the protective mate. But this ends now.""Or what? You'll take him by force?""If I have to."The sound of furniture crashing made me flinch. They were fighting again, throwing each other around like they were the only ones who mattered.Like I wasn't even there.I slid down the door and sat on the cold floor, pulling my knees to my chest. The baby shifted inside me, a small reminder that I wasn't alone."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry you have to hear this."The argument continued, l
NoahI heard the shouting from down the hall.My body tensed immediately. I had been resting, trying to sleep, but the voices cut through the silence like knives.Adrian. Elias.They were arguing again.I pushed myself up slowly, my hand pressed against my stomach. The baby shifted restlessly, sensing my fear."Stay calm," I whispered. "It's just them. They always fight."But this time, it sounded different.I crept to the door and pressed my ear against the wood."You don't get to demand anything!" Adrian's voice was a roar. "He's in my palace. Under my protection.""Your protection?" Elias laughed bitterly. "You mean your captivity.""Get out of my sight.""Not until I see him. Not until I know he's alright.""He's fine. He's resting.""Then let me see him.""No."The sound of a body slamming against the wall made me flinch. Then more shouting, more crashing.I opened the door a crack and peered out.Elias had Adrian pinned against the stone wall, his forearm pressed against his thr
Noah The afternoon sunlight spilled through my window, painting golden streaks across the floor.I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting beneath my swollen stomach, the baby had been quiet all morning.For once, there was peace, no shouting, no threats, no nightmares. Just silence.I closed
NoahThe first time it happened, I tried to convince myself it was a mistake.A servant brought breakfast to my room as usual and left without meeting my eyes. The moment I lifted the lid from the tray, a foul smell filled the room. The meat was grey and slimy, the milk had separated into sour clum
NoahThe next morning, I woke up feeling restless.The room Kael had given me was comfortable, warm, and safe, but after spending so many days hiding inside these walls, I felt trapped by my own fear. Ever since seeing Tyrene in the garden, I had barely left my room, meals were brought to me, the h
NoahStormhaven was nothing like the packs I had known before.When Kael first brought me here, I had expected another prison disguised as a home. Every pack claimed to care about its members, but I had learned long ago that pretty words often hid ugly truths. Yet as the days passed, I found mysel







