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.

The strange tranquility coursing through my veins irritates me more than it should. I cannot fathom why this is happening, and Niall's casual indifference to our entire predicament only amplifies my frustration. Are we truly prepared for what lies ahead? We have not even spent a complete year together as mates. What if my suspicions are wrong? Yet what other explanation could there be? These thoughts consume me, along with the terrifying reality that I lose consciousness every time my heat arrives.


Warner approaches, extending his hands toward my belongings. "Are you feeling alright? Let me carry these to the vehicle. Just ensure you have gathered everything necessary."


"I am perfectly capable of handling my own possessions," I respond, rolling my eyes dramatically. The lethal glare he fixes upon me could easily send me to an early grave. I raise both hands in mock surrender. "Fine, proceed as you wish."


Chapter 165 - Chapter 165 Daylight Visions