Chapter 222

Chapter 222
Third person POV
The wine was cheap, but it burned pleasantly on the way down. Felicity set the glass aside and flipped another page in the file spread across her small table. Moonstone, Royal Hospital, Ellie- or rather, Laney, as she seemed to be calling herself these days.
The glossy photos were neatly labeled, each one a reminder of what had been stolen from her.
Her jaw tightened. The nerve of that woman-walking around freely, smiling in her pale scrubs as if she hadn’t destroyed everything. My life. My pack. My Nolan.
The safe house was dim, a single lamp throwing light across stacks of notes, maps, and grainy surveillance prints. She traced a manicured nail down the edge of one photo: Ellie outside the hospital, hair pulled into a bun, her expression tired but content.
The contentment enraged her most of all. Happiness should have been impossible after what she’d done.
She had stolen everything from Felicity. Nolan, the position as Luna, the sympathy of the pack, all of it. Then she’d just walked away, like it was nothing.
Like everything Felicity had ever wanted wasn’t enough for Ellie. It made her blood boil to think of it.
The only thing that enraged her more was the way Nolan had become a shell of himself. He was so devastated, so desperate after she left him. It was pathetic.
Her strong, cold, lethal alpha reduced to a hollow shell of himself, all because of Ellie.
“She’s not even pretending to hide anymore,” Felicity murmured. ““Moonstone thinks they can protect her. Alaric and his precious little daughter.”
The revelation about Ellie’s parentage only complicated things further. Being a rogue made her a mark, but now? Now she was the chosen of the goddess and the prodigal daughter of the most spiritually powerful pack in the kingdom.
It made everything more difficult. But that wouldn’t stop Felicity from making her pay.
Her gaze landed on the next page, a list of reported Moonstone guests over the past month-Nolan Silver Fang, Lance Silver Fang, Rae Morrow. Nolan’s name underlined twice.
So he was visiting.
Of course he was. He always had a weakness for lost things. Always had a weakness for that damned rogue.
Felicity rose, crossing to the small window. Outside, the forest pressed close around the cabin, black and silent. Her contacts in the rogue lands had promised her protection, but the truth was simpler: they obeyed because she paid them well.
Mercenaries disguised as rogues. And she still had money. Plenty of it, thanks to her benefactor.
Her fingers drummed against the windowsill. The goddess night favor Ellie now, but Felicity would not be erased so easily,
She turned back to the table, eyes skimming the final photograph. For a moment, she didn’t register what she was seeing-just another candid image, Ellie on a street in Moonstone, pushing a stroller. Then the details hit her. A double stroller. Side by side.
Felicity’s breath caught. “No,” she whispered.
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She snatched up the photo, staring at it. Two infants. Two.
Her pulse quickened. A twin birth. Nolan’s children.
This couldn’t be happening. Those brats were dead. She’d made sure of it. But what were the odds that she’d get pregnant with twins again after losing her first pregnancy? It couldn’t be a coincidence.
She felt something cold and electric twist in her gut. The room seemed to tilt. “She kept them hidden.” The words came out strangled. “After everything, they’re alive.”
The glass of wine shattered against the wall, crimson running down the plaster like blood.
For months, she’d told herself that banishment had been unfair-that Nolan had done it in a moment of rage, that he’d regret it. She’d believed he would come find her when he realized what she meant to him. But he hadn’t. He’d given everything to her.
Felicity sank back into the chair, the photo still clenched in her hand. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.
She stared at the grainy photos of the two dark-haired children. Even with the quality of the picture, she could tell they looked like Nolan.
“I warned you, Nolan,” she whispered. “I told you what would happen if you betrayed me.”
The faint rustle of movement outside caught her attention. One of her hired rogues lingered near the porch. She forced herself to breathe evenly. Fury was good; it sharpened her focus.
“Tell the others,” she said when the man stepped inside. “Moonstone has something I want back. Two things, actually.”
He hesitated. “The pups?”
Her smile was thin and terrible. “Bring me the mother, and the pups will come easily enough.”
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