Lexie couldn't take it anymore. Sometime the previous afternoon, Belinda had returned from her trip—with the Lycan who was not supposed to be aware she was gone. No one had sighted the beautiful omega since then. Rumors were swirling, and the fact Belinda wasn't taking any calls wasn't helping matters. All Lexie wanted to do was confirm her friend wasn't dead, and if that was the case, plead that she be given a proper funeral. Tapping her foot furiously on the metal floor, her arms folded across her chest, she impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the penthouse. She emitted a haughty huff as the contraption dinged and the doors began to slide open, but as she made to step out, she was met with a familiar face. "You!" Belinda gingerly lifted an eyebrow at the other woman's overly emotional exclamation, but before listening any more or asking any questions, she pushed into the elevator. With the source of her anxiety now beside her, Lexie did not hesitate to go off on her.
Belinda sat properly on the couch, with her back straight, her legs crossed, and a hand atop her knee. Derek sat across from her on another couch, more casually, one ankle over the other in the famous yoga pose. They sat in his living room in his high-rise apartment, alone and with the television off. They were both discussing important matters, so there was no need for a TV show or any other distractions. Tilting her head slightly to the side, Belinda went over the new piece of information she'd just received. "Let me get this straight," She said. "Paul has a secret slush fund which he hides and transports through a paper company under Knights & Co." Derek shrugged. "That's about it." It all sounded too good to be through. "This is perfect." While a corner of her lips lifted slightly in a pleased smile, a plan took form in her head. "Slush funds are illegal, so it will most definitely get Paul in trouble if exposed. And what's better, the paper company is solely owned by him a
In the elevator of the skyscraper, Belinda made to punch the buttons to the penthouse, but she drew her hand back at the last minute. She realized that she did not wish to see the Lycan. It wasn't that she was offended by him. No, her head kept telling her she had no right to be, and she had no ground to place her anger on. She simply didn't want to bear the ache that pierced her heart every time she saw him. She couldn't understand why she was being this way. Ever since her brother's painful death, she'd shut herself up, burying the hurt where it could no longer torment her. It'd been easier to live that way, ignoring the memories that scarred her and relying on her anger to get her through. But she'd been careless. Belinda had opened up her heart again, and now the pain was back, as strong as before and even more vicious. Deciding on her next destination, she set the elevator to take her to one of the middle floors. She could not spend the entire night at Lexie's—she had a duty to
His back leaning on the wall and his fists pushed into his jeans pocket, Marcus waited by Luisa's door. He'd been waiting there for a long time, never caring to check the time even once. He could still remember the hurt in Lexie's eyes as he'd left her to chase after the other woman, and he hated that he was the reason behind that hurt. Yet, despite all that, he'd failed to catch up to his girlfriend. Marcus had never known humans could run that fast. He'd raced after her at his top speed, but by the time he'd reached the elevator, Luisa was behind its shutting doors, safe from him. He'd immediately taken the stairs, but she'd been shut in her apartment when he'd arrived. He'd known she was in there, he could smell her, but she hadn't come to the door no matter how hard he'd knocked or what he'd said. So, he'd waited. Patiently. Miserably. Marcus had his eyes closed, his spirit too down for his mind to be working, when he heard a click beside him. He spun to the sound, and sure enou
"Now, tell me about Lexie." He'd known the time would come sooner or later, but it didn't make Marcus dread it any less. His gaze remained on the ceiling, but the sigh he heaved and the melancholy in his voice exposed just how bad he was feeling. "What do you want to know?" He asked. "I'm not sure." Just like him, Luisa didn't stop looking at the ceiling, her voice just as solemn. "I suppose I'd like to hear everything there is to know." Marcus didn't reply immediately. He hadn't exactly prepared a speech to recite to Luisa, but even as he lay there, he wasn't thinking of what he'd say. He simply enjoyed the peace the silence provided, because he doubted he would be able to feel this relaxed in a long time. "I met her randomly," When he did start speaking, he started his story from the beginning. "at one of the Lycan's clubs. She was acting suspicious and I picked an interest. Basically, she whacked me in the head with a bag, but I knew instantly. There was somet
They weren't exactly talking, so the sounds between them were the clatter of knives and forks on ceramic plates. Lila understood that her fiancé did not exactly value her conversation, so she did nothing but eat. They were in a very fancy restaurant, having lunch because she'd insisted she wanted to try it out, as she was new to the city. He hadn't vocally complained about having to leave work to take her out, but his clear scowl told her he hated to be bothered. So, she behaved herself. She only looked up from her meal when a loud ringtone pierced through the silence. Reaching into his suit jacket's hidden pocket, Paul brought out his phone. He gingerly raised an eyebrow at the Caller ID on the screen, but he answered the call, anyway. "Yes?" "Good afternoon, Mr. Knight." A male voice greeted from across the line. "I specified that you were not to call me except when absolutely necessary. This had better be important." Although mild and delivered calmly, the man at the oth
The truck at the Knight family villa surprised Derek. There was nothing wrong with it per se. It appeared absolutely normal with its unmarked red cart and large black wheels. What roused his suspicion was the fact that it was parked at the mansion's private driveway. Not many outsiders knew of the hidden road, as it connected to a secluded part of the house. The tale was that the alpha's grandfather had built it in case the family ever needed to escape their home. And what was worse, the truck was being controlled by humans. Two men in blue overalls loaded plain carton boxes into the vehicle, while another sat behind the wheel. They got the boxes from a garage, which in turn was connected to a part of the mansion that was off-limits. There was no doubting it—these boxes were being moved secretly. For a good second, Derek pondered if he should approach the men, but after a second thought, he resolved that he simply had to discover what they were doing.On noticing his approach, the me
Lexie halted in her tracks. Her fingers gripping the handle of the shopping bag she held in one arm, she pondered whether to move forward or race back the way she'd come. Too late. Marcus had noticed her, his gaze locking with hers. He didn't seem to go through the same moment of uncertainty as she had, for he walked straight ahead. Lexie's heartbeat pounded in her ears as he stopped in front of her, his face blank but his eyes intent on her. "Hey." "Hey." Lexie nearly winced at how squeaky her own greeting sounded. They said nothing else for a while. Really, what was she supposed to say to him? Ever since their awkward parting days ago, where he'd left her to chase after his girlfriend, they hadn't said a word to each other. In truth, they hadn't actually seen much. The awkwardness had only worsened during that period, and now, it was almost painful for them to be in each other's presence. "How are you?" Lexie asked, if only to crack the chilly ice between them. How
Paul stood in the foyer of the mansion, feeling smug and confident in his own capabilities. He'd taken care of the root of his problems, snipped his troublesome sister right in the bud. Now, all that was left was to replenish his lost wealth. Ideas ran through his head. Yes, he could do that. By the end of the year, he would be out of bankruptcy, stable enough to chase more profitable business ventures. And in five years' time, he would have made enough to be counted as Chicago's youngest and richest billionaire once again. He was still daydreaming about his future riches when a henchman ran into the foyer. He, and the two guards at his sides, turned to face the man who had just entered the room. The man's anxious expression caught their attention, as they wondered what could make a grown man lose his cool that much. They didn't have to wait long to get an answer. "Sir, we've been compromised." The henchman panted, indicating that he'd run here. "The house is surrounded."Paul f
Belinda strained to see in the darkness, the only source of light being the small crack where the two walls met. Feeling the cold concrete, she searched for a way out, maybe a secret lever hidden on the inside. She found none, and not surprisingly. She suspected that the space had been designed to keep people in, not let them out. Giving up for the time being, she directed her gaze to the room. She already knew it was empty, from the time Paul had opened it. It was windowless, empty, and very small. Not for the first time, she wondered what it was for. The large smudges on both walls caught her eye. Squinting, she peered at one. The stain spanned most of the wall, several shades darker than the unpainted concrete. Belinda placed her hands on it and immediately recoiled. It had felt disgusting under her palms, its raised surface rough and dry. What had been smeared on these walls? The question was added to her long list about this place. As if to reply, a harsh and loud grating sound
Draven sat in the back of his SUV, the aura around him likable to a stormy night in the middle of an ocean. He was waiting, and he hated it. The longer his subordinates took to report back to him, the more restless he grew. His body vibrated with barely contained power, his gaze darker than the moonless sky. A moment later, his phone vibrated in his pocket and his expression never changing, he pulled it out. He swiped the screen, picking the call, and put the phone to his ear. "We've located Miss Knight, my lord." A deep voice droned into his ear an instant later. Draven listened to the address that came next, one he wasn't familiar with, then tilting his head towards his driver, repeated it. "How long is it from here?" The man behind the wheel hastily imputed the location into the car's GPS, and was provided with an answer soon after. "30 minutes, my lord. It's just on the outskirts of the city." Armed with information, Draven resumed the conversation with the one on the ph
Belinda's blacked-out mind gave way to consciousness, and the first thing she became aware of was the merciless throbbing In her forehead. Her entire body ached, as though her nerves were fighting a battle against her—and winning. Instinctively, she tried to find a position that was not so uncomfortable, but she felt like a log—too heavy and stiff to move. She realized then that despite her eyes being open, all she could see was pitch black. Her guess was that she was blindfolded, judging by the slight pressure around the diameter of her head, but she couldn't be sure. When she attempted to lower her hands to check, however, she met resistance. Without sight or mobility, Belinda had only intuition to use to assess her situation. She deduced that she was being pinned to a wall, both her hands held high above her head with handcuffs. Her bottom sat on a cold concrete floor, the dew on the surface seeping into her shorts and soaking it. She was alone, as far as she could tell, and in a
Draven never locked his doors, because every living being in the building knew to never disturb him without being summoned first. The only exclusion was his Beta, who he'd grown quite fond of over the decades. That privilege did not yet extend to his Beta's son and successor. The boy knew that, yet he walked through the front doors of the penthouse uninvited. And what was worse, he'd brought company. Dropping all he was doing, Draven leaned back into his chair, waiting for the trio to arrive. They found him soon enough, halting in front of his office's door. A soft knock sounded a second later, but the show of courtesy did little to lighten his mood. "May we come in, my lord?" Marcus' clear voice rang from behind the door. "You seem to have already come to a conclusion on that." The annoyance wasn't lost in Draven's reply. It should have been to scare them off, to give them the hint that he was not in the mood to entertain any guests. Yet, the wood swung open, ushering thr
Derek returned home well into the night, way past the customary 5 pm. He was newly discovering that a CEO working hard to revive his company was no easy job, and it often left him drained after a long day. Tonight, he heaved a sigh as he removed his suit blazer and pulled off his tie. As he stepped deeper into his apartment, however, he realized that his housemate's scent was way too faint, meaning she wasn't home. That made Derek frown, especially as to how late the hour was. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, absentmindedly strolling into his kitchen as he prepared to call her. That was when his eyes caught a piece of paper pinned onto his counter by a pan. He instinctively picked it up and went through it. “... wish for my own privacy...would appreciate if you respect my wishes.”Anger coursed through Derek at the words in the note. Like hell Belinda had moved out because she wanted “privacy”! She was simply locking him out again. Damn it, she hadn't even had the guts to
After closing the door behind her, Belinda gazed ahead at the room she would now be staying in till further notice. It wasn't the most luxurious quarters, but that was the thing about second-rate hotels—they were just below perfect and affordable.Dragging her luggage along, she advanced deeper into the room. She randomly deposited her bags on the floor and moved onto the bed. The soft mattress jerked as she plopped her bottom onto it, her mind too far gone to notice the bounce. Absentmindedly, she picked up the remote and switched on a channel. Although she gazed at the screen, she was not watching the TV program playing. She was thinking about too many things at once. Slipping out of Derek's apartment had been easy. As the other went to work early in the morning and came back late in the evening, she'd been able to pack her bags and leave without him realizing. She wasn't exactly running away. She'd left a piece of paper on the counter with her new address, which also specified the
"I've got a solution for all our problems." The proud declaration did not have the effect thought it would. Paul simply stared dead on at her, his flat expression displaying anything but curiosity. Georgina was no better. She did not appear irritated like her son, but her look was anything but impressed. "And what is that, dear?" Her tone was patient and indulging, like she was talking to a child she did not expect to say anything meaningful, but let him speak nonetheless. It annoyed Cecily senseless, but she forced herself to get past her anger. Pushing her chin even hire, she said, with just enough confident arrogance. "We trace the problem back to the source, and that's Belinda." "Moon goddess help me." The groan came from Paul. He rolled his eyes upward, praying to the deity above to grant him patience, because he was on the verge of committing murder. "Can you—for once in your life—not make everything about yourself and your crazed beliefs?" He snapped once he jud
Cecily was frustrated. She screeched, stomping her foot repeatedly like a child going through a tantrum. Her plan to spy on her stepsister to prove that she was the source of all their family's problems had gone to shit. Actually, she hadn't been spying on Belinda at all. She'd struck gold the first day she'd followed that omega paparazzi. However, neither she nor Belinda had done anything suspicious throughout their meet-up. When they'd separated, Cecily had naturally switched to following Belinda, but she'd lost her. Cecily neither knew where Belinda was staying, nor where she frequented. So, she'd been forced to revert to her original plan, waiting outside the skyscraper for Lexie. She'd tailed the latter for ever since, but was yet to spot her best friend. As a last resort today, she'd returned to the bank, and had crossed her fingers, praying that her target would show. No such luck. Why was the entire universe against her? Cecily screamed again. Why did everything have to go w