MasukIvonne's pov “Because if you are,” he said seriously, “I'm sorry but I'll need to call Alpha Hector immediately.” My brow shot up at that. “W–What? Why?” The driver didn't respond immediately, but the look on his face was so horrified that I began to actually panic myself."Tell me," I pressed. "What about my going to the hospital is making you so terrified that you have to call Alpha Hector?" The driver blinked, genuinely confused by my confusion. “Ma'am, Alpha Hector addressed all the household staff last week. He said — and I quote — you must inform me immediately if Miss Ivonne is ever even slightly sick, distressed, or in danger. So watch her carefully." I stared at him, stunned. “And… then the Alpha threatened us ma'am,” the driver added casually, as if this was normal. “He said he’d personally break anyone’s legs if they wasted time reporting him if you were unwell, so I need to call him immediately.”My hands shot out to stop the driver who was now scrambling for his pho
IVONNE POVThe moment I stepped outside the restaurant where I and Justin had just finished our meeting, I felt the cool air hit my face andexhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Turning down his offer to go home with him shouldn’t have been such a big deal. It was a simple decision — no, I’m not staying over to work on the play because I don't want to --which is a Logical, professional and polite answer.Simple and End of discussion But No, it hadn't been as simple because for whatever reason, it had all revolved what Hector wanted.As I walked down the driveway, my thoughts were spinning so loudly that I almost missed a step.Why had Justin's simple offer felt like such a dangerous choice?I tried to tell myself it was simply because I didn’t want to cause trouble… but the truth kept poking at me like a sharp needle. The truth was that I didn’t want Hector to misunderstand anything about me. I didn’t want him thinking I had stayed late in another man’s house, alone,
Ivonne's POV Well, Hector sounded Suspicious. Very suspicious. “Earth to Ivonne?” Justin waved his hand. “Where you listening? Or Did I lose you to your wolf brain?” “No, sorry. I’m here. Please Continue.” Thankfully, Justin easily slid back into the topic of the play. We agreed on the story structure, the tone, the target audience everything. Justin was proving to be thorough with his craft so working with him felt quite delightful. “Now We just need something big to launch it with,” Justin said. “A major event at your company that can anchor the show and translate the views into profit.” “That's true," I agreed. "But Like what?” I wondered. “Well…” He tapped the folder. “The upcoming campaign at your company should be a good anchor.” I frowned. “What campaign?” Justin looked at me like I had sprouted wings. “Ivonne. Mr. Archibald’s company has a massive campaign for the company every year. It’s practically famous. Tell me you knew that.” I blinked. Oh. Righ
IVONNE'S POV I stayed in the bathroom for a good ten minutes after I was sure Hector had left the room. Not because I needed that long to change my outfit or fix my hair—no. I was hiding from Hector. Or rather… recovering from his growing effects on my senses. The moment I sensed he’d walked out and the hallway door closed, I finally exhaled and leaned my back against the cool tiled wall. Thank the Goddess the mind link was now shut. Because earlier—when his voice had slipped into my head feeling warm, calm, and deep like it belonged in my bones—I’d nearly lost my balance. Literally. My knees had gone soft like I was a teenager hearing her crush say her name for the first time. And there was a second where I was scared that i might actually moan out loud.Dear goddess, I would have died from embarrassment if that had ever happened.But could anyone blame me for reacting like that?After all, I had never, ever felt anything like that in my life before, and that was because Mos
Ivonne's povI take a step back. “You’re being ridiculous.”“And you’re being reckless,” he counters.“Oh my god,dess” I hiss. “You are literally impossible!”He steps closer. “I’m going.”“No, you’re not!”“You can’t stop me.”“I can try!”We’re nose to nose now, fighting like absolutely deranged people, and I suddenly feel my frustration spike so high I want to throw something at him.He is stubborn.He is infuriating.He is unreasonable.And I swear his wolf is enjoying every second of this.My voice cracks with irritation as I shout back:“I was just trying to work! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?”I stare at Hector, still feeling the anger of the argument buzzing under my skin. My chest rises and falls too fast, and he’s standing there—ridiculously calm now—like the storm that almost blew the roof off this room didn’t just happen between us.For a second, I’m honestly terrified we’re too stubborn to ever work. We clash like flint and steel every single time. M
Ivonne's POVMy thumb hovered over the screen as I stared at his name… and every instinct in me screamed that whatever this call was about—It was about to make my mood much much worse, so I just ended the call and continued my way up the stairs.But then, he started calling again, and i cut the call again and kept walking.By the time I reach the top of the stairs, Justin’s name flashes across my screen again, probably for the sixth time now, and I stand there in the hallway, feeling like my brain is being wrung out.I really can’t deal with any more problems. Not right now. Not after the parcel i had just recieved with all it's implications.So I do the only thing my exhausted mind can handle:I put my phone on silent, pray that he would be tired now, then turn toward my room, and began walking like a zombie, but the phone immediately starts vibrating again.“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath as the ringtone vibrates relentlessly.I’m honestly surprised at







