LOGINLincoln's pov Her delighted squeal returned, louder this time. “Lincoln! Oh my god, you won’t regret it! This will give me even more influence in the company, especially over that stupid little ex wife of yours.” “It's Ivonne,” I corrected sharply before realizing my mistake.Alisons breath hitched at my defensive tone and she went quiet for a bit, Then her voice got colder. “Ok, I'm going to pretend that i didnt just hear you sound protective of her , especially not after everything she's done, not after everything she has taken from you. Don’t act like you dont actually want her to pay for her crimes too.” I didn’t respond. She was right. I had only gotten defensive out of habit, but I aslo wanted Ivonne punished for what she has done. “Speaking of that witch,” Alison said slyly, “what’s your plan for your little miss Ivonne at the office today?” I smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “Don’t worry about that, i have something special prepared.” “Oh, come on,” sh
Lincoln’s POV I leaned against the marble pillar at the far end of the hall, hidden behind one of the tall white curtains and watched as Ivonne was cussed out. The two concubines, Viera and Solenne, had cornered Ivonne like a pair of vicious wolves and the sight made my heart swell with Joy. Their voices were sharp and venomous as they basically called her a low grade werewolf who was beneath them. Ivonne stood there, back rigid, her jaw tight, saying nothing. I watched the exchange with quiet interest and arms crossed. They were practically doing my job for me. Hector’s women were tearing into her without a shred of hesitation. Well, serves her right for getting in over her head. Solenne smirked. “You should know we plan to carry his child. So, enjoy the scraps of his attention while you can.” And then they turned and strutted off, the click of their heels fading down the hall. I waited a few seconds, just long enough to see Ivonne’s expression shift. Her fury came slow, l
Ivonne’s POVBut Lincoln’s brow furrowed, just slightly as he took my hands in his again. “You don’t have to do it alone, Ivonne. Let me take care of you. I promise, I'll be better this time." I froze. For a moment, I wondered if I’d misheard him. He wanted me to give him a chance to take care of me?... As what? My lover? Friend? Husband?No. He had gotten that chance and he had abused it. A nauseating shock twisted through me. Lincoln—the man who once sneered at my scars, who called me disgusting—was now trying to sound loving. The fake concern in his voice made my skin crawl. I could almost taste the irony. I stared at him in disgust. “Don’t,” I said flatly. His brows lifted. “Don’t what?” “Don’t talk to me like that. It’s disgusting.” Something flickered across his face—hurt, or maybe irritation—but before he could answer, a low snarl rumbled beside me. Hector. “Dont fucking touch her, Lincoln,” he growled, stepping closer until his shadow loomed over both of us. His voic
Ivonne's pov I took my seat and waited to see who would be the first to speak because i refused to be the first to greet them... no matter how petty that was. “Good morning,” Hector finally said though his tone was measured. The concubines turned too, each giving a polite little bow of the head. “Good morning, Lady Ivonne,” one of them said with a small, practiced smile. “It’s an honor to dine with you.” “Likewise,” I replied calmly, though the words tasted hollow.Because it was at that moment, my mind chose to notice that they all looked so freaking perfect—each one stunning and sexy in a different way. One had long black hair braided with gold thread, another had eyes so green they almost looked unreal. Their Lycan made clothes shimmered like silk water. I suddenly felt painfully aware of my plain dress and the natural look of my hair. I forced myself to push away the insecurity and sat down beside Lora, who stood quietly at the corner. I kept my eyes on my plate, pret
Authors note: Apologies, I was forced to take a break for my health, but I'm back now.Ivonne’s POV The morning light was soft but almost too bright. It streamed through the tall windows, spilling warmth over the pale sheets tangled around me. For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, pretending that today would be normal. Pretending that I wasn’t living in a house filled with, secrets, and people who looked at me like I they wanted me to be completely wiped off of the face of the earth. I turned to the side and exhaled. The bed was large and empty—just the way I wanted it. I’d moved moved out of Hector's room and into this one last night, despite Hector’s protests. He had argued, reasoned, and even ordered me to stay in his room because it was “safer,” --which was probably true but I didn’t care. I needed the distance. I needed my head to stop confusing safety around him with comfort, and comfort with… something else I wasn’t ready to name. The last few day
Ivonne's pov Despite his sarcasm, he was oddly encouraging. He would occasionally murmur, “Good call,” or “Don’t let her intimidate you,” when I dismissed a particularly arrogant woman. I caught myself feeling strangely grateful for his support — until Hector appeared at the edge of the courtyard, his presence instantly shifting the air. Sevrin stiffened beside me. I turned just in time to see Hector’s narrowed eyes on Sevrin. “You seem very invested in helping my fiancée,” Hector said coolly. Sevrin didn’t flinch. “You told me to assist her.” “Yes, but you have been overly friendly with her since you first met." I looked between them. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. He’s just helping me choose your mistresses, Hector. You could at least pretend to be grateful.” “I am grateful,” Hector said through clenched teeth. “I just find it strange how friendly my usually cold Gamma has suddenly become.” Sevrin met his Alpha’s glare evenly. “Thats because I'm her fan, I watched one of her plays







