Steven's POV"She's not my mate yet, so she’s not part of the family," I declared, my voice leaving no room for argument."But she will be soon," Freya replied, a knowing look in her eyes."By tomorrow night, she’ll be your mate, Steven. You need to start accepting that she's part of the family now," Freja added, her tone both gentle and unyielding.I watched them, Freya and Freja, laughing with Ashley. They were chatting, their joy echoing through the house. But instead of feeling at ease, a strange discomfort twisted inside me. Without another word, I turned and headed upstairs, hoping to escape the tension building in my chest."Where are you going, Steven?" Freja called out, but I didn’t respond.In my room, I sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the wall. This was really happening. Ashley was becoming part of my life. The weight of it all pressed down, tightening around me like a vice.Moments later, Liam knocked softly, then entered, closing the door behind him."You alright,
Ashley's POVFreja’s phone rang, the sharp sound slicing through the tension in the room. She glanced at the screen and answered quickly. "Was that Liam?" Bella asked, her voice tight with concern as Freja ended the call. Freja nodded, her face unreadable, her usual calm demeanor replaced by something darker."Steven’s furious with Liam," Freja said quietly, her voice tinged with unease. "He let us leave without permission. Now Liam’s probably out there somewhere, trying to find us, bring us back to the Mansion."Bella’s frustration was palpable. She huffed and shook her head. "We’re not children, Freja. We can go wherever we want. Why’s Liam so scared of Steven?"Freja sighed deeply, leaning back in her chair, her eyes distant as if seeing something far beyond the room. "Everyone’s scared of Steven. You don’t see it because he’s more relaxed around us, but trust me, Bella, it’s different when you’re not in his inner circle. Liam… Liam’s the only one who can stand up to him. The only
Ashley’s POVI lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling as the hours ticked by. My mind was a storm, churning with thoughts and fears. The wedding was set for tonight. And there was no escape.Marrying a man as ruthless as Steven felt like plunging into darkness. The kind of darkness you don’t come back from. I hadn’t told anyone—not even Mabel, my best friend. Keeping it all hidden felt like carrying a weight too heavy to bear.The door creaked open, and Mabel’s face appeared in the dim light. "Still awake?" she asked, slipping inside without waiting for an answer.I nodded, shifting to sit up. "Yeah... seems sleep doesn’t want to visit me tonight."She sighed, moving to sit beside me. “I get it. Tonight’s... a lot to handle, Ash.” Her voice softened. "I still don’t understand why you’re doing this. But I’m here. I trust you."Her words pierced through the fear, leaving a bittersweet ache. I wanted to tell her everything, but I couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever. “Thank you, M
Ashley’s POVI packed my things, neatly folding each item into the single luggage bag in front of me. Everything fit, of course. I was never one for shopping or luxuries. It was ironic, given what today would bring.A car horn outside jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced out the window and saw Liam waiting. My stomach twisted. This was really happening.“It’s time, Mabel,” I whispered, though my voice cracked. Mabel glanced over with worry. “Your supposed brother-in-law is here to pick you up?” she asked, her tone suspicious, as if she sensed something wasn’t right. I nodded slowly, avoiding her gaze.“Can’t I come with you, just for today? It’s your wedding, Ashley. I should be there with you.” Her eyes were pleading, but I couldn’t drag her into this.“I’m sorry, Mabel. Jayden’s family… they’re private people. You can’t come to the mansion with me.” The words felt hollow, almost rehearsed. Mabel sighed, her shoulders slumping.“Fine. But at least let me know where the wedding will
Ashley's POV“Is there any problem?” Steven asked, his intense gaze on me.“What? No, there’s no problem,” I replied quickly, hoping my voice didn’t betray my nervousness.We arrived at the venue, swarming with cameras and reporters. This was my reality now—being married to a powerful, sought-after CEO. I was still adjusting.“Ashley!” My friend Mabel rushed over, pulling me into a hug. “Girl, you look like you just went through a beauty transformation!” She beamed, and I couldn’t help but smile back.I introduced her to the twins before we all moved into the wedding hall. Hours passed in a blur until finally, Steven and I stood before everyone, reciting our vows. The ceremony ended, but I knew the real part was just beginning—the werewolf mating ceremony. We said our goodbyes, and soon enough, I was in the car heading back to the mansion with Steven. The silence between us was thick, but I didn’t mind. As long as he wasn’t being cruel, I could handle the quiet.The car stopped, but
Ashley's POV"Ashley!" I heard a distant scream, my body feeling weightless, as though I was falling into an abyss. Panic surged through me, my heart hammering against my chest. But then, strong arms caught me, and the world seemed to slow. "Are you okay?" Liam's voice was steady, calm in the chaos, but his grip around me was like iron. His warm hands cupped my face, and I could feel the heat of concern in his touch.The twins rushed up beside us, their faces etched with worry, their frantic movements adding to the confusion. They gently laid me on the couch, their eyes scanning me for any signs of injury."Ashley, can you hear me?" Freya’s voice pierced the haze, her hand waving in front of my face."I… I can hear you," I stammered, the fog lifting as my mind scrambled to piece together the shattered pieces of the night. The blood, the violence, Steven's chilling coldness—it was all too much.Freya's voice was a soft comfort, but it only reminded me of the horror I’d witnessed. "Tim
Ashley’s POV“You’re still not dressed.” His voice cut through the room like a blade, making me freeze mid-step. The way he stood, towering in the doorway with a piercing gaze, sent my heart into overdrive.“Yeah, ummm… I just… My…” I stammered, looking everywhere but at him, feeling the flush of heat creep up my face. What was I supposed to say? It’s not every day you see a man standing there, his body still damp, a single towel barely clinging to his hips.Steven’s gaze didn’t soften; if anything, it grew more intense. “The shower is over there,” he said, nodding toward the bathroom. His tone made it sound more like an order than a suggestion.“Wha—what… shower?”He tilted his head, clearly impatient. “Aren’t you going to take a bath?”I swallowed hard and nodded quickly, embarrassed by my flustered response. “Yes. Yes, I am.”He let out a faint sigh. “Then don’t keep me waiting. And try not to test my patience—I’m not in the mood for it today.”There was something so chilling in hi
Steven's POVI fixed my gaze on the large screen with intense scrutiny, a wave of disappointment churning in my stomach like a twisted vine. I scoffed, unable to conceal my disdain."Is something wrong, Sir?" Mr. David, my fashion director and the presenter to the board, inquired, his voice trembling slightly under my intense stare."Actually, yes, something is wrong," I responded, causing the room to fall silent, all eyes now focused on me, their faces expressing a blend of curiosity and fear."Is this really the grand end-of-the-month plan you've been going on about?" I questioned, my tone laced with disbelief."Yes, Sir," he answered, his assurance clearly faltering."Well, it doesn't seem so impressive; your—""But, Sir..."I slammed my palm on the table, the noise reverberating through the room, and I noticed everyone flinch, their eyes wide with surprise."Don’t you dare cut me off when I’m speaking!" I yelled, my anger boiling over."I apologize, Sir," he mumbled, his voice sha