Chapter 2

When I regained consciousness in the healing den, I still couldn’t feel anything below my waist. My wolf essence remained dormant, separated from my broken body.

Ethan knelt beside my bed, his face etched with perfectly crafted concern. He took my hand, pressing it to his cheek.

“Sarah, how are you feeling? I can summon Elder Mitchell if the pain’s too much.”

His expression mirrored the love I remembered, but his eyes were cold as winter frost. Amazing how far someone would go for another–how deeply they could deceive.

I shook my head weakly, touching the stubble on his jaw. “You haven’t slept. Rest, I’m fine.”

Ethan relaxed, quickly falling into exhausted slumber. I reached for his phone on the bedside table. The lock screen still showed our pre–Moonbinding photographs.

His messaging app was open. Alexandra’s name was pinned at the top.

The chat history made my blood run cold. Photos of Alexandra with a pup–their pup. Messages filled with domestic bliss:

“Rose keeps asking for her daddy. She’s already got your good looks–she’ll be leading the pack hunt

someday.”

sent. Your little warrior has quite

grounds with you. Come

soon?”

in text. But each photo had hours–long video call logs attached.

pups. Now I understood–he only disliked the idea

pups with me.

The password? Rose’s birth date. Five thousand images chronicling three years of his secret family. Every moon

oversees all pack bonds and rituals. From the very start, one

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robes. The binding

blood signatures

never intended me to see

their heating grounds.

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