phin

Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering just inches above the parchment. His obs

. Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering inches above the parchment. His obsidi

ce echoing clearly and absolutely in t

winter pine and ozone exploded outward as his Alpha aura tried to crush me, to force me into submissi

olf, Selene, bared her silver fangs at his arrogance. "Without my signature, this paper is ash. D

neath our skin. He was looking for the weak, crying Omega he had discarded five

gnature onto the bottom of the parchment. I picked up

e growled, tur

rs slid open, a sterile, stinging scent of bleach hit me. My lungs contracted. It was the exact sam

e led me down a restricted, dimly lit corridor and stop

spered, a cold dread

wer. He pushed

sterile white room. My gaze snapped to the small bed in the ce

ia

aked across his fragile chest, connecting him to machines that seemed to breathe for him. He look

edside, my trembling hands hovering just above his small, mot

aelen's voice came from behind me, devoid of warmth. I

d, tears blurring my vision. "He is

elen said. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "A

staring at hi

refuses t

that the man in that photograph was a betrayer, not my own brother. Even after I appeared beside Domin

nic said. You heard him say 'sister.' You signed

d dangerous. "I know he is the Alpha of the Silverwood P

ze. "

rrational fury. "The way you were with him. The way you leaned on him.

ng strike. "What you care about is your pride. What you care about is the whole wor

ned, but he di

on. You drove me out, with a newborn baby, because of a photograph

voice like a cold blade. "You walked

Selene roared, a pure, unadulterated maternal

solid chest. "You executed the rejection! You handed me a legal document to sign while I was still bleeding on a hospital bed, hours after giving birth! You and your vil

y trembling hand gently stroking h

ery day. Every night. Every minute. Do you think I wanted to leave him? Do you

and looked him di

d better reconsider your strategy, Alpha. Because if you want to keep living

or maybe... pain. Perhaps, finally, after five years, the truth was beg

onous beeping of the medical monitors an

mall hand in mine, and finally, for t