Mara is human. Alpha Cassian Vesper bit her one night and never tasted anyone else. She ran pregnant. Eight years, twins, father line blank—called bastards in the streets. He refused every match, left his seat empty, and hunted the world for one scent. Clan selection pulled her children into his hall. Everyone smelled that blood. Everyone called them nameless. The match sat the empty seat and said she would bear the legal line. He claimed her blood in public. Not enough. The twins must be Vesper
