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The night her father was killed, Sydney saw a wolf with a crescent scar. Years later, she falls in love with a man who bears the same mark. Liam is charming, protective, and everything she didn’t know she needed. He’s also a lie. A runaway Alpha’s son hiding in the city, pretending to be human while his pack searches for him. When Sydney is kidnapped and dragged into werewolf territory, the truth tears her world apart. Liam isn’t just a wolf — he’s the heir to the very Alpha who murdered her father. Love dies quickly after that. Sydney walks away. Disappears. Starts over in another city. Another life. Another man. But two years later, the wolves come hunting. Liam is dying from a curse tied to the mate bond he tried to escape, and the pack believes Sydney is hiding his heir — the only one who can save him. They’re wrong. The child they’re searching for isn’t Liam’s. Now Sydney must protect the life she rebuilt while the pack closes in, convinced she carries their future. Because in a world ruled by wolves, truth doesn’t matter. Blood does.
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MOVING IN DAY
Sydney Hale stood in the center of her new apartment, currently battling a Level 10 existential crisis.
The vibe? Mid. At best. It was a one-bedroom with eggshell-white walls that screamed landlord special and windows that offered a breathtaking view of the brick wall next door. It smelled like industrial-grade lemon cleaner and the ghost of a security deposit gone wrong.
She dropped her heavy tote bag and let out a theatrical sigh.
"Okay, girl. This is it. We’re in our independent era," she muttered.
No helicopter parents. No roommates stealing her expensive oat milk. No "Hey, you okay?" texts from people who didn’t actually care. Just Sydney and a mountain of cardboard boxes that looked like a very sad game of Tetris.
She’d been manifesting this fresh start for months. No bad memories, no shadows, no trauma-dumping on her past self. Just a clean slate. But standing there, the silence wasn't just quiet—it was loud.
Sydney shook off the dread, pushed her hair into a messy bun, and grabbed the nearest box. It was labeled BOOKS / MISC, but it felt like it was filled with actual boulders. As she tried to pivot toward the bedroom, her grip slipped.
Rip.
"You have got to be kidding me," she groaned.
The bottom of the box gave up on life. Hardcovers and paperbacks cascaded across the floor like a chaotic waterfall. Sydney dropped to her knees, staring at a copy of a classic novel she’d bought three years ago and never opened.
"I literally hate it here," she told the empty room.
"Need a hand, or are we just vibing with the floor today?"
"Need a hand, or are we just vibing with the floor today?"
Sydney jumped so hard she nearly took out her own eye with a rogue bookmark. She looked up, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
A guy was leaning against her doorframe. He was tall—like, 'definitely played basketball in high school' tall—with dark, messy hair that looked perfectly unstyled. He was wearing a plain gray tee and jeans, looking like he’d just walked out of a "Boy Next Door" P*******t board. He was annoyingly attractive in a way that felt illegal during a moving crisis.
"Oh my God," Sydney blurted, her face heating up. "Ever heard of knocking?"
He flashed a smile that was dangerously easy to trust. "The door was open. I’m Liam. I live upstairs, heard a literal earthquake, and figured I should check if my new neighbor was being crushed by her own library."
Sydney snorted, her "stranger danger" radar momentarily offline. "No, just my dignity. I’m Sydney."
"Nice to meet you, Sydney. Want help, or do you prefer the DIY struggle?"
She hesitated for a split second. Every true crime podcast she’d ever binged told her to say no. But Liam didn't have serial killer energy. He felt... steady. Grounded.
"Yeah," she admitted, moving a stack of thrillers. "That would actually be amazing."
Liam stepped inside, moving with a kind of effortless confidence. He didn't hover; he just started gathering books.
"Moving in solo?" he asked, stacking three heavy hardcovers like they were feathers.
"Sadly. All my friends suddenly had 'urgent errands' the second I mentioned a moving truck. Ghosted in real time."
He chuckled. "The classic 'moving day' disappearing act. I’ve been there."
They worked in a rhythm that wasn't nearly as awkward as it should have been. It turned out Liam wasn't just a pretty face; he was actually helpful. They cleared the hallway in record time, moving boxes of clothes, kitchen gadgets she’d probably never use (air fryer excluded), and random decor.
By the time they hit the last box, Sydney was leaning against her counter, actually breathing hard.
"Thank you. Seriously. I owe you big time," she said.
Liam tilted his head, a playful spark in his eyes. "I accept payment in the form of sugar. Preferably cake."
Sydney laughed, feeling the tension in her shoulders finally melt. "Bad news, neighbor. I have half a bag of stale Cheetos and a dream. No cake."
"Lucky for you," Liam said, reaching for a small bakery box he’d left by the door. "I brought one. Welcome to the building. I bake when I’m bored or when the Wi-Fi goes down."
Sydney blinked. "You... you bake? Like, for real?"
"Don't sound so shocked. It’s a therapeutic hobby." He set the box on the counter. It was a simple chocolate cake, smelling like pure heaven.
"Liam," Sydney said, dead serious. "You are officially the GOAT of neighbors."
"I try," he replied with a wink.
After he headed back upstairs, the apartment felt... different. The liminal space creepiness was gone. It felt like a home. Sydney sat on the hardwood floor and ate cake straight from the box with a plastic fork, scrolling through her phone.
No notifications. No drama. Just her and some top-tier chocolate frosting.
She was actually okay.
That night, she laid out her mattress on the floor (setting up the bed frame was a Tomorrow Problem). The city outside was a low-fi beat of sirens and distant chatter. She found herself thinking about Liam. He was nice. Too nice? Maybe. But for the first time in years, she felt... safe.
She hated that word. Safe.
Safety was a lie. She’d learned that the hard way when she was a kid.
Her mind drifted, as it often did when she was tired.
A memory surfaced. One she never invited.
Her father’s voice. Loud. Panicked.
Run, Sydney.
Her feet pounding against the ground. Her lungs burning. The sound behind her. A growl that was not human.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Stop,” she whispered to herself.
She breathed until the memory loosened its grip.
This was a new place. A new life.
Nothing from her past lived here.
The next morning, she woke to sunlight spilling through the window. She showered, dressed, and stepped out into the hallway.
As she locked her door, another door opened above her.
“Morning,” Liam said, walking down the stairs.
“Morning,” she replied.
He looked rested. Like someone who slept well.
“First night go okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “No ghosts.”
“Good,” he said seriously. “The last tenant claimed the bathroom mirror judged her.”
Sydney laughed. “Honestly, same.”
“Well,” he said. “See you later, neighbor.”
“See you,” she said.
As she walked away, Sydney felt something unfamiliar settle in her chest.
Hope.
She did not know his secrets. She did not know who he really was. She only knew that for the first time in a long time, starting over felt possible.
She had no idea that this was the moment everything changed.
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