Piper
I step into my room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. Leaning against it, I exhale, still replaying the moment those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine during breakfast. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me—there was something in his gaze, something possessive and oddly intimate that sent shivers down my spine. I shake my head, trying to push the memory aside. Focus, Piper. After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of ripped black jeans, a loose, white cropped sweater, and my trusty canvas boots. I tie my black hair into a messy bun and grab my leather jacket just in case it gets chilly later. Comfortable and casual. Nothing to catch anyone’s attention. That’s the goal, right? As I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me, I see her—Zoe. She’s down the hall, locking her door. Surprisingly, she’s alone. No sign of her insufferable boyfriend hovering over her like a possessive shadow. She must feel my gaze because she looks up suddenly and smiles, lifting a hand in a small wave. I hesitate but wave back, only to drop my hand awkwardly, remembering how her boyfriend had glared daggers at me earlier. “Hey!” Zoe’s voice rings out as she hurries toward me, her brown curls bouncing with each step. She doesn’t seem awkward or uncomfortable, unlike me. “Oh my goodness,” she gushes the moment she reaches me, her green eyes wide with excitement. “How did you manage to land such a hot guy in less than twenty-four hours? Like, seriously, where do you find them? Do they fall from the sky for you or what?” My cheeks flush as I sputter, “He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t even know him!” Zoe raises a perfectly arched brow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, please. Did you not see the way he was looking at you during breakfast? And the way he was all caring—getting you water and everything? Girl, the sexual tension between you two was palpable. And don’t even get me started on how ridiculously rich he looks. You’re so freaking lucky, Piper. I’m actually jealous.” I laugh nervously, brushing off her comment. “It’s not like that. I don’t even know his name. He’s just some stranger.” A devilishly handsome one. Zoe loops her arm through mine as we walk down the hallway. “A sexy, expensive-looking stranger who clearly wants you,” she sings teasingly. “Mark my words—he’s coming back for you.” I roll my eyes, trying to play it cool. “He’s way out of my league, Zoe. Let’s be real. Compared to him, I look like…” “Like a poor church mouse,” a cold, venomous voice interrupts from behind us. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Amber. Her snide tone is unmistakable. My fists clench at my sides as the sting of her words hits me. I start to turn, ready to say something—anything—but Zoe tightens her grip on my arm, stopping me. “Don’t,” she whispers; her expression hardens, but her voice remains calm. “Don’t waste your time or your breath on her. She’s not worth it. Talking from experience.” Before I can protest, she pulls me along, practically dragging me toward the main entrance where the others are gathering. I can feel Amber’s glare burning into the back of my head, but I force myself not to look back. As we reach the entrance, Zoe suddenly freezes. Her grip on my arm loosens, and I glance at her in confusion. “Zoe?” I follow her line of sight and see him—her boyfriend. His dark eyes are locked onto her, his jaw set, and his expression colder than ice. He definitely didn't look pleased seeing her with me. What's his problem? I bite my tongue, resisting the urge to say what I’m really thinking. Why does she let him control her like this? He’s a walking red flag, and it’s clear as day. But we’re not close enough for me to push boundaries like that, so I keep quiet. “Everyone, please make your way to the buses,” a staff member announces, gaining our attention. “We’ll be starting the grand tour shortly.” Zoe exhales shakily, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you later,” she murmurs before walking over to her boyfriend. Soon, the two of them are deep in a heated conversation as they head toward the bus. As I move toward the bus exit, someone shoves past me so hard that I stumble sideways. “Oops,” comes Amber’s sickly-sweet voice, quickly followed by her sharp, mocking laughter. I don’t need to look to know it’s her. Rolling my eyes, I mutter under my breath, “Real mature.” By the time I make it off the bus, I feel like I can finally breathe again. The entire ride was suffocating—conversations buzzing around me, all revolving around him. His looks, his wealth, his attention toward me. Some women whispered, speculating it must’ve been a mistake. Others didn’t even bother lowering their voices, sneering that there’s no way someone like me could attract a man like that. I wanted to tell them he’s not my anything, but what would’ve been the point? They’d just twist my words anyway. The guide—a chipper man with a polished smile and a clipboard—introduces himself as Daniel and claps his hands together, launching into a speech about the hotel’s amenities. His enthusiasm is contagious at first, but it’s hard to focus with the weight of everyone’s stares drilling into me. As Daniel leads us on the tour, pointing out the spa, gym, and various luxuries, I stay near the back of the group, keeping my head down. Finally, we’re brought into a grand wine cellar. The room is massive, with walls lined with towering racks of wine bottles and a faint chill in the air. The dim lighting reflects off the glass, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Daniel explains that this part of the tour is a special treat arranged by the hotel’s owner and that we’ll be sampling their finest wines. Everyone perks up at this, their earlier cattiness temporarily forgotten. Then, out of nowhere, he steps forward. At first, I don’t recognise him. He’s not wearing his tailored suit; instead, he’s dressed like one of the staff, in a fitted black shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark slacks. His hair is still impeccable, his blue eyes still piercing, but the outfit throws me off completely. He’s carrying a tray of wine glasses and walking with the kind of casual confidence that makes it impossible to look away. The room goes silent as he approaches. The chatter stops so abruptly that even Daniel falters mid-sentence. My heart lurches when he stops directly in front of me, picking up a glass and holding it out with a small, knowing smile. “Here,” he says, his voice as smooth and rich as the wine in the glass. “For you.” I blink, unsure what to do. The weight of a dozen judgemental eyes is on me, burning into my skin. Hesitantly, I reach out and take the glass, my fingers brushing his for the briefest second. The contact sends a jolt up my arm. “Uh, thanks,” I murmur, barely able to get the words out. A snort from my right snaps me out of it. Amber’s there, her arms crossed and her lips curled into a sneer. “Next time, maybe serve everyone else first instead of wasting time on her,” she spat, but he doesn’t even glance at her. His gaze stays on me, softening in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Do you like it?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. I take a cautious sip of the wine, the flavour bursting on my tongue. “It’s...lovely,” I admit blushing. His smile widens, and he winks at me before stepping back. “Good. I’ll be back with more.” And just like that, he’s gone, moving through the room with the same effortless charm, offering wine to the others. The moment he’s out of earshot, Amber bursts into laughter. “Oh my God,” she says, clutching her stomach dramatically. “You actually thought you snagged some rich Prince Charming, didn’t you? Turns out he’s just a poor waiter. How fitting. You two will make the perfect couple.” I can feel the blood rush to my face, embarrassment and indignation warring within me. A small, traitorous part of me is relieved—if he’s just a waiter, maybe he’s not as out of reach as I thought. But the rest of me burns with the humiliation of her words and the way the others are now looking at me like I’m a joke. I square my shoulders, refusing to let Amber see that she’s gotten to me. “At least he’s got class,” I snap. “Something money can’t buy, no matter how hard you try.” Her smirk falters for just a second, and that’s enough for me. Turning on my heel, I slip into the crowd, determined to disappear from the spotlight. I clutch the glass of wine tightly, as though it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. He might not be the Prince Charming I imagined, but he could still be the perfect fake husband. Now, all I have to do is convince him. Yet one question kept echoing in my mind: why had he dressed like he was ridiculously wealthy when he clearly wasn’t?Piper I sit at the corner of the bar, the room spinning slightly from the wine. Another empty glass sits before me, and I motion for a waiter, trying to shake off the weight of all the judgemental stares."One more," I slur, waving my hand with an air of indifference.The waiter hesitates but nods, just as Zoe suddenly appears out of nowhere, placing her hand over my glass. "Isn’t that enough?" she asks, her voice light but tinged with concern. "You’ve been drinking all afternoon, and it's obvious why."I blink at her, feigning ignorance. "What are you talking about?"She rolls her eyes and sits down beside me. "Come on, Piper. You’re missing him."I straighten in my seat, crossing my arms defensively. "Missing who? You’re being ridiculous."Zoe leans in closer, her brows raised knowingly. "Oh, please. You’ve been sneaking glances at the door ever since he handed you that glass of wine earlier. And I told you he’d show up again, didn’t I? Granted, he’s not the millionaire boss we tho
PiperThe garden is breathtaking. I step through the wrought-iron gate, and it feels like I've walked into another world. Twinkling fairy lights drape from trees, their golden glow illuminating a cobblestone pathway lined with vibrant flowers. The air smells like roses and jasmine, and a soft breeze carries the chirping of crickets. I stop in my tracks, my mouth slightly open.“How does a waiter have access to… this?” I can’t hide the disbelief in my voice. My eyes dart to him, but he simply smirks, gesturing toward a small table in the center of the garden.“Have a seat,” he says, his voice smooth, yet carrying an edge that leaves me unsettled. He pulls out the chair for me, and I sit down, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.He takes the seat across from me, leaning back casually, like he owns the place. “You brought me here for a reason, didn’t you?”I take a deep breath, my palms sweating despite the coolness of the evening. “I’m not going to waste your time.” My voice is more c
Piper’sAs I walk down the quiet hotel hallway, an uneasy feeling continues to gnaw at me. I’d spent time searching for Zoe throughout the hotel, but she was nowhere to be found. Worse, I realized I didn’t have her number to text or forward her the evidence. Anxiety prickled at me as I debated whether to ask the hotel staff for her details. For some reason, my worry for her was growing by the minute.Just as I’m about to turn back, a muffled sound stops me in my tracks.Rounding the corner, I freeze. Zoe is on the floor, curled into herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her shoulders tremble, and the soft sound of her crying breaks the silence.“Zoe?” I rush to her, my heart lurching. She looks up at me, and her tear-streaked face punches me right in the gut.I don’t ask any questions—I don’t need to. The raw pain in her eyes is too familiar. A part of me feels relief that I hadn’t been so foolish as to send her that stupid video, which would have only added to her pain.
"Through the door,” he replies sarcastically, standing there shirtless, his infuriatingly smug smirk making my blood boil.Did he hear my thoughts?“What the hell are you doing here?” I stammer, embarrassment washing over me as my face flushes a deep crimson.He crosses his arms and leans casually against the wall, like he owns the place. “What does it look like? I’m doing my job.”“This is not your job!” I hiss, clutching the robe tighter to my chest. “You’re supposed to be—this is supposed to be—oh my God!”His grin widens, and he takes a slow step closer, his eyes dark with amusement. “What? You seemed like you were enjoying it.”“I didn’t know it was you!” I shout.“Well,” he says with a shrug, “now you do. Who else would dare touch your body if not me, your mate?”Again with his crazy word?My hands tremble as I grab my clothes, trying to ignore the heat coursing through my body. “This is wildly unprofessional! You—ugh, you’re impossible!”“I’m impossible?” He repeats, his tone d
Piper."You know nothing, Piper," Zoe spat, her face a mess of streaked mascara and tear-stained cheeks, but her eyes burn with a stubbornness that catches me off guard."Zoe, no," I plead desperately. "You’re not going back to him. Not after everything he’s done to you. He doesn’t deserve your pity—he doesn’t deserve you."She jerks her arms free, her eyes narrowing at me as if I’ve said something offensive and unforgivable. “You don’t get to decide that,” she snaps, her voice shaking with anger and something else—maybe fear. “Zack needs me now more than ever. He’s hurt, and I’m not going to abandon him.”“Zoe, he dragged you by your hair and—”“It wasn’t a big deal!” she yells, cutting me off. My mouth falls open in shock. “What happened… It’s not some big, unforgivable thing, okay? So he cheated—so what? That’s between me and Zack, not you. Stay out of it.”“Not a big deal?” I repeat, my voice rising despite myself. “He dragged you, Zoe! Like you were some—some piece of furniture h
PiperMy chest tightens, the air in my lungs refusing to move as if an invisible hand is squeezing the life out of me. Pain lances through me, sharp and unrelenting, like a knife twisting deeper with every breath I can’t take.I lurch forward instinctively, my hand grasping his wrist before he can step away.“No!” I cry, my voice cracking. Sparks dance up my arm at the contact, igniting something I can’t name, but I shove the feeling aside. “Please, don’t go.”Elijah freezes under my touch. His muscles stiff beneath my hand, but he doesn’t turn around.“I’m sorry,” I whisper, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I’m just—my head is all over the place. A mess. I’m scared, Elijah.” My words come out shaky and fast, tumbling over each other. “My ex-boyfriend is making my life miserable, and I need your help. I need you to be my fake husband more than ever. Please help me. I need this—so he’ll finally leave me the fuck alone for good.”Finally, he turns, his dark blue eyes locking onto mine
Piper's Throughout the night, sleep evades me like a cruel joke. My bed is comfortable—too comfortable, actually. Yet every time I close my eyes, Elijah’s face is there. His smirk, the warmth of his lips on my cheek, the way he said, “Dream of me.” It’s like he’s haunting me, and I’m not even mad about it.By 3 a.m., I give up. Grabbing my phone, I scroll mindlessly, and there it is—Adam’s name glowing on the screen. Missed calls. Messages. Voice notes. My stomach twists, but this time, it’s different.I stare at his name, and without overthinking, my thumb hovers over the block button. The memory of Elijah’s kiss gives me the courage to press it. The second I do, I exhale loudly, like a weight has been lifted off my chest. For the first time in forever, I feel free. His voice notes and messages? Deleted without a second thought.By morning, my body feels lighter, even if my mind still races. I stand in front of the sink, brushing my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The
Piper.I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.”His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”My jaw drops. “Wait, are you saying…”His eyes flick to my dress again, a knowing gleam in his gaze. “Exactly what you’re thinking.”My head spins as I connect the dots. The CEO. The dress. Could he mean...?“Are you saying the CEO—”“Shh,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to his lips. “Let’s keep some things a mystery, hmm?”I open my mouth to argue but snap it shut, my cheeks burning. His cocky smirk is infuriating, yet something about it is disarming. Before I can fire back, he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper."Enjoy the exhibition, Pipe
PiperThe guards lift Leona's limp body like she weighs nothing, hauling her out of the training ground as the rest of the class stands in stunned silence. My knuckles still tingle, and I keep staring at my hands like they belong to someone else.How? How did I do that?For the rest of the class, I’m left standing alone. Nobody wants to partner with me now. Every time I glance around, I catch people whispering or quickly averting their gazes. It's ridiculous. Me? Scary?Coach Morgan claps her hands, snapping everyone’s attention back to her. “Listen up. Starting next class, you’ll need to earn points. These points will go toward your overall score in the competition.”The collective groan is immediate. I can’t blame them. As much as I respect Morgan, she’s already made it clear that ‘fun’ is code for hell. “Dismissed!” Morgan announces, and the crowd starts dispersing. My legs feel like lead as I follow them, the day's events playing over and over in my mind.Before I can make it far
Piper The moment Serene says, "That's enough meditation for today," I practically bolt upright. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate to escape. Without looking at anyone, I rush out of the hall, ignoring the confused and judgemental stares trailing after me. My feet pound against the floor, my breath shallow as if I’m actually being pursued by that voice—the wolf’s voice.When I finally reach my room, I slam the door shut and lean against it, gasping for air. My chest heaves as I try to calm the storm inside me, but it’s no use. My mind is spinning, the voice still echoing: Hello there, Piper. I have been waiting for you.I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my palms to my temples as if I could block it out, but it’s no use. The voice feels like it’s burrowed into my skull, haunting and familiar in a way that makes my stomach churn.My gaze falls on the book Zoe gave me, sitting neatly on my bed. Its worn cover seems to mock me, daring me to pick it up. The im
PiperThe hall feels stifling, the sheer size of it doing nothing to calm my nerves. Everywhere I turn, there’s a woman stronger, taller, or more confident than me.I can’t stop shifting from one foot to the other, the name tag pinned to my chest feeling more like a mark of humiliation than identification. Piper, it reads in bold, cursive letters.Around me, twenty-nine other women chatter, stretch, and eye the weight racks like predators circling their prey.I glance at the weights and suppress a nervous laugh. Those monstrous hunks of iron look like they could crush a car. What am I doing here? Competing for Elijah’s heart feels ridiculous—like some twisted reality show gone horribly wrong. I bet he feels like a damn celebrity right now. Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar."Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping
The moment I stepped into my world, there has been no peace, no reprieve, just one disaster after another—an endless parade of problems I didn't ask for. It's fucking suffocating.I can’t help but wonder if I made a mistake. Maybe I should’ve stayed in the human world a little longer, kept Piper close until she was ready to be marked and mated. At least then, I wouldn’t be drowning in this endless nonsense.Damn the curse.My hands clench into fists as I think of my mate. Piper has been unconscious for two weeks. Her human body wasn’t built for the strain of our world. She’s been drained, vulnerable. And then Serena—my manipulative stepmother—had her moved to the Luna Court without my permission. It’s not far, but it’s not close enough either. I know her motives. Revenge.Serena has been waiting for this opportunity ever since I imprisoned her son, Nicholas, for treason. She hated me long before, but that act sealed her animosity. Now, she’s exploiting the one thing she knows I’d burn
Piper Facing everyone back in the dining room had drained every ounce of my energy. The stares, the whispers, the outright mockery—it clung to me like a second skin. I barely register Luna Serena’s voice as she stops in front of a door.“This will be your room for the duration of your stay. I hope it suits your taste.”I don’t respond, too mentally and physically exhausted to muster even a polite nod. Instead, I push the door open and walk inside, unintentionally letting it slam shut in her face.The moment I see the neatly made bed, I sigh and collapse onto it, my body sinking into the soft mattress. I don’t even bother to admire the room or take in the details. My eyes catch on the wardrobe, though, and I spot normal human clothes neatly folded inside. A faint smile tugs at my lips. At least something here makes sense.I can’t remember when I closed my eyes, but I must’ve fallen asleep instantly because the next thing I hear is the shrill ring of a bell.“Time for your morning run,
I gape at her, my eyes widening. “Ryder marked you?”Zoe laughs, a light, airy sound that feels like a balm to my frayed nerves. “Yes. The moment I stepped into this world, Ryder made it very clear he wasn’t letting anyone take me away from him.”My lips press together; frustration bubbles in my chest, pressing against my ribs. “Then why didn’t Elijah mark me? Why did he let them take me?” The words tumble out, raw and unfiltered.Zoe’s amused expression fades, replaced by something more serious. “Would you have forgiven him if he had sunk his canines into your neck without your consent? And then, on the next full moon, you found yourself turning into something you’re not ready to be?”Her question strikes a nerve, leaving me speechless. My mouth opens, but no words come out.“Exactly,” she says softly, her eyes searching mine. “Your silence is why he didn’t do it, even when we all told him he should. It’s different for you, Piper. You’re still figuring out what you want, opening up t
Piper“What do you mean?” My voice comes out in a whisper, so soft I barely hear it myself, but I know she hears the tremor in it. Her words have pierced me, leaving a cold emptiness in their wake.Her eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction, and her lips curl into a cold smile. “As long as you stand by Elijah’s side without earning our respect, you’ll be seen as his weakness. The pack will turn on him. And you, dear girl, will destroy him.”The air in the room feels like it’s been sucked out. My knees threaten to give way beneath me, but I lock them in place, forcing myself to stay upright. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of her.“So, I have to compete?” My voice is laced with disbelief and bitterness. “Like I’m just another one of them?”She tilts her head, a mockery of sympathy on her face, or was it amusement?. “You are free to walk away like I said. Use your mate bond as an easy out and leave. But if you stay,” her gaze shar
Piper:Darkness surrounds me, but I can hear them. Their voices cut through the haze, grounding me even though my body feels like it’s weighed down."Why is it taking so long for her to gain consciousness?" Elijah’s voice is a mixture of frustration and worry, sending a flutter through my chest. His voice always has this effect on me—like it’s a lifeline pulling me back to him. I want to wake up, to open my eyes and tell him I’m fine, but no matter how hard I try, my body won’t respond.“She is human, Alpha,” a calm, measured voice replies. It’s unfamiliar, and I assume it belongs to the doctor. “It’s taken a significant amount of energy for her to cross into this world. If you mark her—”“Shut the fuck up,” Elijah snaps, his tone sharp enough to make me flinch internally. “That’s out of the question.”I wish I could move, could reach out and take his hand. Maybe if I touched him, it would ease the storm brewing inside him, but unfortunately, I’m trapped in this endless void, unable t
Elijah clears his throat, cutting through the lingering tension in the room. He steps forward, his commanding presence drawing everyone’s attention.“Zoe,” he says warmly. “Thank you for saving Piper. I owe you a lot. Whatever you want for your birthday, it’s yours. Just name it.”Zoe blinks at him, clearly surprised. Then, slowly, a mischievous smirk creeps onto her face. “Anything?” she asks, her voice teasing yet calculated.Elijah nods without hesitation. “Anything.”Her smirk widens as she leans back against her pillows. “Give me this hotel,” she says, her tone light, but her eyes challenging. “It’s the least I deserve, seeing as my blood has been shed on this soil not once, but twice.”I gasp so loudly that everyone turns to me. “Zoe!” I sputter, my jaw practically hitting the floor. “You can’t be serious! This hotel is—this place is like something out of a fairytale! It has to be worth billions!”Even Ryder looks a bit stunned, his brow arching as he glances at her. “Baby, that