Crosb

e I had dreamed of living in, a home I had imagined sharing with

ircular driveway and stopped before the grand entrance

the night of my death, he was re

enger door. Caden's tall, powerful frame emerged. His fa

xtending a hand back into the car with a gesture

breath caught. W

, a familiar figure in a flowing white d

as B

sis

? A terrible suspicion, one I had always

o collapse. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, a

, her voice as soft and sweet as honey. She clung to

held only disgust for me-were filled with a flicker of concern.

struck by an invisib

olding my sister in the arms

a-delicate, soft, everything an Omega was supposed to be. The Moon Goddess's perfect pairing. Strong and pr

clinical. Even when we shared a bed, it was transactional. Duty. Nothing mo

olves deferred to power, the rituals of loyalty and challenge. I studied how the Pack functioned beneath the surface, because I thought if I understood his w

xture he tolerated, never welcomed. Because I wasn't really an Omega. I was a dormant wolf-a failure of the bloodline. And

trees, silver rivers, a sky full of stars that seemed to follow me. My fur was the color of moonlight. I alw

just a dormant wolf? But what if I'm not-what if I was born with noble b

sister in his arms like she was th

he Moon Goddess wrote into the old songs. The kind that made

ry. I had always be

ugly suspicion became a

in the world-and they had been together all along, and I never e

my wolf spirit form, and She had given me eyes to see. Not for mercy. Not for closure. She brought me back to watch. To witness every single knife as it went in. To feel the sting of each betrayal, one after another, with no body to ble

. So why did it st

He saw them, and his face showed no surprise, only a quiet understanding and respect. T

p that fake, innocent mask off Bonita's face, to scream at Caden for his l

ain doors of the Alpha's private residence-a place

th jealousy, but with the agony of absol

avy oak door and followed them inside. I w

en gently placed Bonita on a plush velvet s

ns?" he asked, kneeling beside her,

just... startled at the gala tonight. Thank goodness you were there." She w

it. A dazzling diamond

arrangement of the stones... it was almost identical to my own signatur

g my mate, but my work,

and gently touched it. "Your designs are always so

d dissipate from the she

u like it." She looked for all the world like

who had stolen my life's work. And I, the true victim, could only hover