Five years ago, Xavier Blackwolf — powerful ancient alpha werewolf, heir to the Blackwolf bloodline — lost control during a sudden, overwhelming rut. He wandered far from his territory, driven by a primal, desperate pull he couldn’t explain. He found Xyrus Woods — a gentle, unknowing 22-year-old human omega, out late one evening, his first heat hitting unexpectedly, his suppressants failing. Neither knew who the other was. Neither knew the moon had already fated them. What should have been a one-time, reckless encounter became something far deeper — a bond so intense it left them both shaken. Before dawn, Xyrus woke in an empty, unfamiliar room, terrified and confused. He was human; he knew nothing of werewolves, alphas, or mates. Believing he’d been used and abandoned, he fled without a word, vanishing into the city. Xavier woke moments later — and his world shattered. His mate was gone. The one person his wolf had been born to find — was gone. He searched for years. Every city, every scent, every lead — nothing. He threw himself into building Blackwolf Corp into an empire, cold and distant, his wolf howling every night for the mate he’d lost. Xyrus, meanwhile, discovered he was pregnant. Not with human children — but with Xavier’s. Two pure-blood alpha werewolf pups, growing fast, already showing traits no human child could have. He was terrified, alone, and completely unaware of the supernatural world — but he was determined. He would raise them. He would protect them. And he would never let anyone know what they were — or who their father was.