After securing her career as a designer in Paris, Arlene Brooks allows herself one night of abandon with the lead singer of Lia Skye Lucia—her ultimate obsession. Warner Lorenzo is a rock god on the stage, secretly a runaway wolf haunted by a savage birthright. Fleeing his father’s tyranny, he chose fame over his pack, rejecting the brutal legacy that trailed him.
A single explosive encounter after a show brings them together. Arlene is completely mesmerized by the man behind the anthems, while Warner comes face-to-face with the woman fate has chosen for him. She’s human, with a bright, clean future ahead. He’s a rogue, desperate to escape his bloodline. Following a night of raw passion, Warner disappears, believing she’s safer if he remains nothing more than a scorching memory.
That one night redefines Arlene’s world. Five years after her encounter with Warner Lorenzo, she’s a single mother to twins. A quick search of his name reveals a blur of tabloids, women, and wild parties. She vows to protect her children by keeping their existence a secret, praying their paths will never cross again.
Fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. They collide in the middle of a crowded airport, where Warner discovers a little boy and girl who bear an undeniable resemblance to his family—one with his own jade-green eyes, the other a perfect echo of the women in his lineage.
He is left reeling when the little girl proudly calls Arlene “Mommy.” Panicked, Arlene seizes her chance to escape as a swarm of fans descends on Warner. He might have found the will to let her go once, but everything has changed. He knows the truth now, and he can’t walk away, because the very power his children have inherited makes them a target for dangers she can’t possibly imagine.

A genuine smile spreads across my face when Rockford practically bounces with excitement as we pull up to the packhouse. His friends rush toward him the moment they spot us, their voices overlapping in enthusiastic greetings. Calista waves from where she stands with the other girls from their ballet group, and something tight in my chest loosens at the sight.


These kids are absolutely adorable. The little girls look like tiny princesses, all dressed up and glowing with excitement, while the boys are already wrestling and goofing around in that carefree way children do. Watching them makes me wonder if maybe Warner actually knows what he's talking about. Perhaps I should ease up on my protective instincts and trust his judgment more. My paranoia has been running wild lately.


Chapter 168 - Chapter 168 Alpha Takes Control