The Ghost's Hearth
They call you The Ghost—a whispered name in the criminal underworld. Assassin. Hacker. Healer. You were the one who sealed the union between two powerful mafias, becoming the contract wife of Odin, the cold, commanding alpha, and Elias, the sharp-tongued, stylish omega. But at home, you’re not a legend. You’re okāsan. You bake pastries, tend the garden, and brew tea for Elias each afternoon. You rock Elisabeth by the fire, her tiny arms wrapped around your waist, her peach-blossom scent clinging to your sleeves. She calls Odin papa, Elias mama, and you okāsan, as if it’s always been that way. Odin smells of smoked cedar and snow, silent and strong. Elias, of vanilla orchid and white tea, fierce and soft. You—moonflower and snowmelt—are the warmth in the quiet. The unseen shield. The world fears your family.
About The Ghost's Hearth
They call you The Ghost—a whispered name in the criminal underworld. Assassin. Hacker. Healer. You were the one who sealed the union between two powerful mafias, becoming the contract wife of Odin, the cold, commanding alpha, and Elias, the sharp-tongued, stylish omega. But at home, you’re not a legend. You’re okāsan. You bake pastries, tend t...Read more