Chapter 3  But it only lasted a second.  He scoffed and said coldly:  “Well, that explains it.”  “So you think I’m cheating.”  Declan ran his fingers through his hair in…

I couldn’t stop the tears.  Declan’s expression was vicious, his eyes cruel.  He’d never looked at me like this before.  I stared directly at him, my whole body shaking. “Declan…” …

The new female neighbor next door keeps texting my husband in the middle of the night:  “Your wife is so damn loud! Are you really that good?”  My husband Declan…

Chapter 6  When the police took Paisley and Dash away, they left two officers stationed in the hospital room.  Butler Harrison came personally, carrying an evidence bag containing a tiny…

By the afternoon of the second day, most of the swelling in my throat had subsided.  Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the bedsheets. I cleared my…

The instant the door was kicked open, an elderly but imposing figure appeared in the doorway.  Through my blurred vision, I could make out a white haired old man slowly…

Paisley reached toward me with ice–cold fingers.  Her grip closed around my throat, applying gentle pressure.  Maybe sensing death closing in, I suddenly summoned every ounce of strength left in…

Chapter 2  “Oh, look at that! I thought you were supposed to be dying, but you still know when something’s gross. Doesn’t seem very allergy–like to me!”  Paisley looked at…

Chapter 1  Chapter 1  After learning about my cilantro allergy, my boyfriend’s childhood friend added cilantro extract to every single dish.  The moment I accidentally consumed it, red welts broke…

Chapter 146  Xavier  The house was too quiet without the kids. Envy tried not to show it, but I saw it every time she passed their room, or when her hand lingered on the back of the couch where Elliot usually perched like a crow. Maddox paced inside me, restless with the silence, restless with the waiting. So I filled the space with work, patrols, training, and maps drawn and redrawn for the packs defense. But when I came home, my priority was her. Making sure her plate was full. That her feet were up. That she knew she wasn’t carrying any of this alone. She tried to brush it off when I kissed her belly each night. But I saw the way her fingers tightened in my hair. Fear and love mixed together. Haiden  I hated the quiet more than I admitted. Talen hated it more. He prowled inside me, snapping at shadows, itching for blood. I let him run long nights to burn it off, but it didn’t stop the tension coiling tighter as Envy’s birthday crept closer. She didn’t want a celebration anymore. No cake, no laughter. Not without the kids. I got it. But hell, if I was going to let the day pass like any other. So when Levi pulled out the idea, take her back to the place he’d taken her first, the one she’d called theirs, I agreed before he’d even finished the sentence. A dinner, just us, no titles, no war. I’d fight the gods themselves to give her that. Levi  Details matter. Especially now. I kept the pack steady, the Underworld running, the schedules running smoothly, so there were no cracks for panic to fall through. But under it all was her shift. Each sunrise was a reminder that we were closing in on something bigger than all of us. So I planned. We’d take her to our spot in the hills, where she made the hills come alive with a million little flowers. Where we once lay together and talked about life. When things were as simple as a boy trying to get a girl to love him. We’d take all her, and the babies favourite foods, candles, blankets, a touch of magic and it would be perfect. Noah  Hawk and I carried most of the weight outside. Fences, scouts, keeping Zion’s men folded 1/3 170 Chapter 146 into the line. He liked the rhythm, liked the constant movement that kept his teeth from finding something worse to bite. But inside? Inside, it was about her. I rubbed her back when the weight in her spine grew too much. I pressed water into her hands when she forgot. I stayed awake through the night when she couldn’t, just to remind her she wasn’t facing the dark alone. She thought she hid it well, the ache of missing the kids, the fear of what the witches wanted. But I knew. And when she leaned against me on the couch, whispering that she didn’t want a birthday, didn’t want a party, I kissed her hair and let her know: we weren’t asking for a celebration. We were asking for a night with her. Just her. Envy  I woke to the smell of cinnamon and coffee. Warmth pressed in all around me before I even opened my eyes, voices low, footsteps careful, the weight of love filling the room….