*Yolanda's POV* Noelle is using own look again. If we want to sell this pitiful story,We must,by all means, secure the press’ attention and pity. Noelle's discovery of the bodies was not a coincidence,if the gods have blessed us,It's within our duty to ensure that we make the most out of it. “This is your chance,”I began gingerly,creasing a shade of baby pink lipstick over Noelle's lips.“Remember as I told you?” “Yeah,yeah.”she said softly,her eyes staring at herself in the mirror. “Throw him under the bus,gain the public's sympathy, if he was with her last night, he will have no choice but to run to me for an alibi.” “Exactly.”I smirked. She drew in a heavy breath and lowered her eyes. I lift her chin to face up. “And chin up.”I ordered. She pushes my hand from under her chin. “Then what?” My eyebrow raises at her. “What do you mean then what?” “What will be my request for the alibi?” Money,my brain says,but I know that I won't hear the end of it if I say it out lou
*Noelle's POV* I stretched my body and looked at the curtain In a fierce battle with the sun to protect me from light. The curtains were thick and black and pulled to conceal any sunlight,the only indication that it was morning was that the floors were small. I don't know why Ares would want to have a dark room when he could have the view from the garden instead but it's not in my place to complain. Besides,I have better things to think about,like the fact that I was in Ares’ bed,basking in his sheets,his pillow and oh,his loud scent all around me. The only thing that could have stopped this is if we actually slept together,but like the workaholic he is,he insisted on doing work in his office and coming to bed later. And although I tried to stay up and wait,I ended up falling asleep. But that won't happen again. I yawned and rolled over to greet him good morning only to find the other end of the bed empty. My shoulders dropped and my mother's horrid face filled up in m
*Ares POV* It was almost nine pm. I had missed dinner,and I didn't even care. Noelle wasn't exactly the most jovial person these days and everything about her was beginning to annoy me again. I was going to the old Italian restaurant at the end of town to meet somebody and though my eyes were on the road,my mind was far away. Mostly on the results of my meeting tonight. While my mother was taking care of the situation with the Council,I had to keep things running smoothly with the pack,to settle them and their very valid fears by the way. There is a murderer in town and despite how crooked the victims were,they were a part of my clan and I couldn't protect them. It almost seemed like I couldn't do anything recently,if you wanted to really keep track of the dates I would say when Selene showed up,but I don't want to focus on that so I try to blame it on something else instead–like Dominic. But even if I did that,I didn't have evidence to back me up. I sigh loudly The onl
*Selene's POV* I was fuming. He was not picking my calls. And I feel like I'm about to choke my own neck out. I saw him and Noelle on tv this morning again,I think he is way too dedicated to this damn lie. When I told him to pretend,I didn't actually expect him to go on an interview and actually say that I was just a story used against his marriage and he literally doesn't understand why these rumours were being spread. It almost felt like he was disassociating,I do this often but never been at the receiving end of the treatment. Dominic came up to me with a small glass of water. “Are you okay?”he asked,handing me the glass. “You seem shaken.” Then,suddenly it hit me. The thing that has been clouding my mind all day,messing up my lines,screwing with My senses,might be…no way. Was I—jealous? Obviously not,that would be stupid,I asked him to get back with her,I couldn't be jealous if it was my own plan right?But yet and still,a sharp sting hit my chest like small
*Yolanda's POV* I was at my last wine tasting for my party before he informed me that Victor had gone to the main castle,and not only that,he stood before the ex luna and told her he was my friend and was looking for me. Suddenly the fruity taste that lingered on my tongue turned citrus sour. “What?”I asked the maid standing before me. “A friend of yours,Victor, is sitting in the living room with Lady Silvia.” I felt air vanish from my lungs and the maid,seeing my reaction,offered the little comfort she could manage to provide. More information. “We wanted to send him away,but he was adamant and the ex luna wanted to talk to him…oh and Noelle came too.” That was way too much for me to bear,what if that rascal says something about my past,or about Noelle or straight up magically gained a conscience and wanted to confess. I rushed into the parlour,trying my best to reach there soon enough and also somehow not appear like a crazy woman in front of the maids on duty. I barged
*Selene's POV* “Are sure he is going to come?”Cassie asked for the third time in an hour. I glanced at the clock and the wall and nodded. “Of course he would.”I say,trying to keep my mind positive,but even my own voice sounded doubtful. “Why wouldn't he?” Cassie did a wide eyed blink and I knew right then and there that I was going to regret asking that question for at least two days. “Well,lets start with the basics.”she began,proudly laying the foundation to crush my heart and ego. “He is ignoring your calls,spending more time with his supposed wife on live TV and he might already know that you are the spy that–” I tapped my fingers on the chair anxiously and Cassie stopped talking when she noticed she was the cause of the tapping. “He's only two hours late and I am definitely sure he will have no problem coming to the most controversial brothel in town even though it might ruin him.”she added,her sarcasm hitting me like a slap in the face. “I think that's enough external p
*Ares’s POV* I've been measuring how strong I am or in better words how deep this obsession was rooted…and I have come to a pretty confusing conclusion. I can bring myself to resist the urge to see her and confront her and yet at the same time,I can't get her damn face,voice,smell out of my brain. I have spent most of my time in my office since my little delightful “discovery”,What was I expecting anyway? I was chasing after a woman who glady branded herself as a man killer and I had somehow expected not to be killed. Maybe–just maybe she is too far gone. Besides,all the time I had spent with her had done nothing but weigh upon the thread that she might be my Luna. If she was,she would say it by now and her hair seemed completely jet black…it makes absolutely no sense to have someone so hell bent on destroying me so close to me. Anyway,I have come to realise that whenever I'm under stress,I become a workaholic…which by the way is just perfect for the situation. So far,I
*Selene's POV* Detachment. It has always been my strong suit, or at least I thought it was before I began loosing my prorities. Either way,what matters now are the important things, like the reason I fought so hard for that house in the first place and now how to properly manage matters involving it. I carefully installed a pair of hoop earrings and adjusted my hair off my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I decided to give my lips another coat of lipstick. Greta came into the room with freshly washed towels, humming a carefree song as she waddled into the closet. “Has anything arrived in the mail?” I asked absently. “No,” she yelled from the closet. “Nothing yet.” I was expecting the invitations by now—Yolanda's birthday was tonight, and I couldn’t miss it. I began to consider getting the tickets myself. “Are you expecting anything?” Greta asked, attempting to make conversation. But I wasn’t really in the mood to talk; it had been hard to get in the mood for anyth
*Ares's POV*“Do you know who Victor is?” I asked as soon as the door opened. “Ares?”Cassie asked in surprise,her eyes darting behind me. “You are here again?” “Good morning.”I greeted,walking past her. “Morning.”She replies,rubbing her eyes,evidently too tired to complain.“Do you know you Victor is?”I repeat my question with shorter patience “Is he a customer here?”Cassie yawned,leading me to a chair. I reluctantly took a seat despite really not wanting to,I was hoping not to spend too much time here,I was hoping not to get so comfortable. “I don't think he's a customer,”I draw out the chair. “I know nothing about him. In fact, I was hoping you knew something about him.” “How should I know?” I handed her the note Selene gave me and watched her face,hoping for a reaction…there wasn't much. She recognised the handwriting, but there was nothing more to it than that. “That's his address.”I said, trying to jug her memory somehow. “I think Selene slipped it into my coat whe
*Selene’s POV*“You are never going to pull that stunt with me, are we clear?” Dominic’s voice sliced through the quiet of the room like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.I remained silent, staring blankly at my reflection in the mirror as Greta calmly combed my hair back, her touch careful, avoiding even the slightest tension in the strands.“Answer me!” Dominic’s voice erupted again behind me, his frustration rippling through the air like a storm about to break. Greta flinched this time, her hand faltering.I dragged my eyes from my reflection to him—lazy, uninterested, detached. “You’re being too loud,” I said quietly, taking a slow sip of my ginger tea as if his anger didn’t reach me.“Greta,” Dominic snapped, his tone softer but still commanding. “Leave us. We need to talk privately.”The comb dropped to the table with a soft clatter, and Greta quickly walked away, making sure not to meet my eyes as she left the room.“You should really get your face treated,” I said, my voice dripp
*Ares’ POV*It was all like a dream-no,nightmare was the word best suited for what I felt.The question hit me like a punch in the gut,and the fans weren't helping either.The sound of the crowd was a distant roar, swelling around me like the crash of waves, but all I could see was her—Selene. She stood stiffly in front of Dominic, her eyes wide and unblinking. The fans were chanting, “Say yes!” louder and louder with each passing second, a suffocating rhythm pressing in on me. I clenched my fists, my body tense as I watched Dominic smile before her, his face smeared with a mixture of fake sincerity and desperation.Something was wrong. Her body language, the way her fingers twitched, the slight tremor in her hand—she was hesitating. She didn’t want this. I knew her well enough to read that. I could practically taste the panic in the air, though her face was trying to stay neutral. The fans, the cameras, all of it was just noise. Selene was my focus, and I wasn’t going to loose her,not
*Selene's POV*Where am I?Something internal voilently forced me awake, everything was blurry, like a painting smudged with greys and whites. A faint, sterile smell lingered in the air—disinfectant and bleach, sharp enough to wrinkle my nose. My throat was dry, my lips cracked, and a faint buzzing filled my ears. Slowly, the haze began to lift, and reality hit me with the weight of a boulder.The hunger strike. Dominic.I shifted slightly, feeling the stiff fabric of the hospital sheets brush against my skin. Every muscle in my body ached, the fatigue of starvation pulling me down like chains. I had taken this too far,it was foolish.Had I trusted someone enough to bring me food,It would all have been a farse but not even Greta was an ally,and actually starving myself was the only chance I had. I tried to breathe evenly, keeping my movements subtle. My eyes flicked toward the door—two of Dominic’s men were stationed there. Their dark suits a jarring contrast against the pale walls of
*Dominic's POV*“What did he mean by that?” I asked myself, watching the footage for what felt like the hundredth time. My eyes remained glued to the screen as I replayed the moment yet again. Ares’ finger brushed against Selene’s skin, and she didn’t flinch. No, she leaned into it — just slightly, but enough for someone like me, someone who knew her, to see that she wanted to be there. It was a small gesture, but it screamed betrayal. Not of me, but of everything she had fought for. Or perhaps it was all a lie. Maybe she hadn’t really been fighting at all.With me, she refused to eat. She used to give me the silent treatment, and now she was on a full hunger strike. I knew what I was doing was kidnapping — technically. But the lines were always blurred when it came to Selene and me. She wasn’t exactly here against her will, but she wasn’t free either.I couldn’t stomach the idea of her leaving. She had forgiven Ares for his betrayal because she loved him, but I was sure I could get m
Ares's POV*Three whole days. Selene had been completely off the radar for three whole days—no contact, no call, no public appearances. Every passing hour gnawed at my patience, the anxiety tightening in my chest like a vice.I sprang from the chair the moment Cassie entered the room. Her presence here was a reminder of where I was—this brothel, a place I shouldn’t have been, but desperation was a powerful motivator."Alpha Ares," she greeted, bowing respectfully."No need for that," I muttered, waving my hand dismissively. The last thing I needed was formalities when my mind was already spiraling.Cassie closed the door behind her, her sharp eyes lingering on me with what could only be described as judgment. Her silence dragged on for a moment before she broke it."I'm assuming you aren't here for a prostitute?" she asked, her tone dry but layered with subtle sarcasm.I frowned, confusion creasing my brow, until the realization dawned—of course, she would think that. It wasn’t often
*Noelle's POV*“There she is.”the maid pointed at the table under an oak tree and scurried away,leaving me at the edge of the garden,scared to enter the open field I saw my mother from a distance,sitting at her computer with a tea cup at her side,her silky gray hair pulled tightly to her neck and secured with a pin. I stared long and hard before I gathered the courage to walk to her. Besides,if she didn't want to meet me,she would have told the guards to let me in, right? The sound of my shoes hitting the grass sent her eyes spinning my way. They paused at my face and did a full scan of my body,her gaze got disgusted and she quickly looked away,facing her computer with an unbothered air. “Hello Mother.”I said respectfully,as though I was addressing an authority figure and not my caretaker,I might have been adopted but my feelings for her went way beyond papers,Im not sure–no I am sure–she didn't share the same sentiment but it never hurt to try.“The fact that you are calling me
*Selene’s POV*“Cassie?” My voice cracked as I gripped the steering wheel, swerving around another tight curve. Horns blared, angry drivers flashing their headlights at me, but I couldn’t care less. If they were being hunted by a psychotic freak, traffic laws would mean nothing to them either. My knuckles turned white as I weaved through cars, my mind racing faster than my heart.I didn’t look at my phone, too focused on getting away, but my voice grew sharper as I called again, a tremor sneaking in. “Cassie!” I tried not to let my rising fear unsettle me lest I crash my car.A groggy voice finally crackled through the speaker. “Selene?” Cassie’s voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep. “Is everything—”“Will there be room for me at Red Velvet tonight?”“Huh?” A long yawn followed. “Tonight? You mean now?”“Yes, yes, tonight,” I said, urgency seeping into my tone.There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, the weight of my request sinking in. The last time I was this fra
Selene’s POV“Just say it.” I spat, disgusted at myself.“Say what?” Elias asked, still holding the doorknob, his brows furrowed in confusion.“That you think I’m being reckless and stupid,” I snapped, folding my arms. The air between us was thick with tension, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising to my cheeks. Elias was the last person I wanted to appear vulnerable in front of.“Eh,” he gave me a small, sympathetic smile. “I’ve done worse, trust me.”I didn’t fully believe him, but I appreciated the effort. At least he was trying to make me feel better, which was more than I could do for myself.“Just stay in here for a bit,” he added, glancing down the hall. “So people don’t get suspicious.”“Yeah,” I sighed, resigned. My arms unfolded, my body suddenly feeling heavy. I needed some time alone to think anyway. When the door clicked shut behind him, the silence returned with a vengeance, amplifying the chaotic mess inside my head.I tried to replay what had just happened,