Freja’s POV"You… you're a werewolf," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded as I took an involuntary step back, the realization sinking in like a lead weight. The man before me, calm and seemingly unbothered, tilted his head slightly, as if amused. "And you couldn’t have dislocated my shoulder so easily without using werewolf strength," he countered, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "So, obviously, you’re one too." His words sent a shiver down my spine. My instincts screamed at me to retreat, but my pride rooted me to the spot. "Why are you hiding?" I demanded, trying to mask my fear with defiance. "Why pretend to be human, to live as a doctor?" His smirk faded, replaced by a look of mild annoyance. "Listen to yourself," he said, his tone cutting. "We *all* live among humans, you included. Or do you howl at the moon every night to prove otherwise? And for the record, I’m not *pretending* to be a doctor. I *am* one." I clenched my fists, his dismissive
Ashley's POVI bolted out of the meeting room, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor as I chased after Debby. "Debby, wait! Please!" I called, desperate to stop her. She spun around abruptly, her face flushed with anger, her usual calm demeanor replaced with raw frustration. "Stop, Ashley!" she snapped. "I’ve worked here for years. Years! Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get where I am? And now, because of you, I’m suspended. Do you even realize what you’ve done?" "I didn’t mean for this to happen," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m so sorry, Debby." Her sharp laugh cut through my apology like a blade. "Sorry? Do you think sorry fixes this? I’ve never had a single issue with Mr. Jayden until you came along. Whatever game you two are playing, keep me out of it! I don’t care why you’re married or why you’re constantly at each other’s throats. All I know is, when I return in a month, this better be sorted. Either you two fix your ridiculous mess or
Steven’s POV “No, no, I killed the Demon Wolf when I ripped Alpha Calix’s heart out,” I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. “But the clues…” Liam hesitated. “Only point out that whoever did this used the Demon Wolf’s sword.” I paused, my gut churning with certainty. “And I trust my instincts. This has Maya written all over it.” I rose from my seat abruptly, the need for vengeance surging through me like fire. “Where are you going?” Liam asked, stepping into my path. “To give Maya and her pack a befitting reply to this,” I declared, my tone cold and final. Liam reached for my arm, his grip firm. “If they’re truly behind this, they’ll be expecting you. It could be a trap, Steven. You walking into this alone isn’t just dangerous—it’s reckless.” “Do you think so little of me, Liam? Do you think I’m that powerless?” I asked, a low growl escaping my throat. “No, of course not. I’ve seen your strength, your power. I know what you’re capable of. But let me come
Steven's POVThe hot water poured over my skin, scalding yet grounding. Each drop seemed to strip away the blood and the night’s chaos, but not the weight I carried. Steam curled around me, suffocating, as if trying to trap the metallic tang of blood still clinging to me. My hands scrubbed harder, raw and desperate. No matter how much I cleaned, the stains weren’t just on my skin—they were inside me. When I finally stepped out, a towel secured around my waist, I found Ashley pacing the room. Her movements were restless, her bare feet sinking soundlessly into the thick carpet. Her fingers fidgeted with her shirt, her gaze darting to me and away like she was caught in a storm of nerves. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” My voice was calm, yet commanding. The tension in the room thickened instantly. “B–Bed? What do you mean?” she stammered, freezing mid-step. Her wide eyes were wary, almost pleading. “I meant sleep. What else could I possibly mean?” My tone sharpened, but the f
Steven’s POV Ashley’s hesitant voice broke the tense silence as we walked down the dim hospital corridor. “Thank you for doing this for me, Steven,” she said, her words barely above a whisper. I glanced at her briefly, my expression unreadable. “I’m only doing this because I have to. We made a deal, remember?” Her eyes darted to the floor as if searching for strength in her next words. “Still,” she murmured, “thank you.” I stopped abruptly, turning to her. Without a word, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an empty room. The door closed behind us with a soft click, and before she could protest, I pressed her back against the cold wall. My arm braced above her head, caging her in. Her breath hitched, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent room. “W-What are you doing?” she stammered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You said you wouldn’t touch me!” Her wide eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of fear and something else she couldn’t quite mask. I leaned in clos
Liam's POVThe sound of Mabel’s heels clicking against the tiled floor was the only noise breaking the heavy silence as we walked toward the operation room. She glanced at me, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, her words sharp enough to cut. "You seem to be very close with Freja," she said, her tone casual but loaded with insinuation. Her comment was like a spark to dry tinder. My jaw tightened as I forced myself to keep my composure. "Close or not, it’s none of your business," I replied coldly, my voice low and firm. "Don’t overstep your boundaries because of what you just witnessed." She chuckled, her laugh light but biting. "Oh, you mean what I witnessed? You acting all intimate with Freja? Sure, I won’t overstep my boundaries," she said mockingly, quickening her pace to leave me behind. The audacity. I clenched my fists, the frustration boiling in my veins. Why did everyone feel the need to test me today? Her words lingered, gnawing at my thoughts like an itch I couldn’t
Freya's POVThe warm soapy water slid over my hands as I scrubbed the last of the dishes, the workers chatting quietly around me. Their voices created a comforting hum in the background, but my thoughts felt heavy. The morning had been quiet, almost too quiet, and I welcomed the simple task of cleaning to distract myself. Just as I dried my hands, I turned to leave the kitchen and bumped into Roy. His broad frame blocked the doorway, and his expression was lighter than usual, almost mischievous. “You’re dressed. Are you going somewhere?” I asked, my eyes trailing over his casual but practical outfit. “It’s been ages since I stepped beyond the woods. I figured it’s time to go out for a bit, stretch my legs,” he replied, his tone easy and relaxed. I nodded, understanding the restless energy that seemed to hum around him. The woods were his retreat, his escape. “You know,” he added, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought, “maybe you should come with me. You’ve barely gone out s
Steven's POVThe moment I stepped into the mansion, an eerie silence greeted me. The usually bustling pack house felt deserted. "Where is everyone?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the stillness as I spotted Williams loitering by the staircase. "They all went out," he replied hesitantly, sensing my frustration. "Go get them, now!" I barked, my tone leaving no room for argument. Williams flinched and rushed out of the mansion. I began pacing, my mind racing with the gravity of the news I had just received. The demon wolf was alive. Andre was right all along. But what was more alarming was the revelation that Maya was working with it. This wasn’t just a threat; it was a declaration of war. As I walked to the massive windows overlooking the woods, I saw Liam and Freya returning from their run. "Where the hell have you two been?" I demanded as they approached. "Working out in the woods," Freya said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Is there a problem? And where ar
Steven's POVI went back downstairs, my head filled with what happened tonight. My mind was clear, thinking as it pieced everything together. I knew Liam and my sisters were waiting for me, expecting answers from me, but at this moment, I myself was searching. The weight of leading weighed on my shoulders, yet I was calm.The moment I entered the room, they all turned to me, their faces filled with a mixture of expectations and unease. I didn't waste any time getting to the point. "So, how many of our wolves were killed?" My tone was detached and without inflection. None of them immediately responded. They were all just standing there, looking at me. Their continued silence irritated me.I glared at them. "I only asked you all one question." Sharper this time, my words left little to no room for further reluctance. Liam finally cleared his throat, shifting slightly as if trying to find the right catch-all words. "Oh, I'm so sorry… It was four. The demon wolf killed four of our wol
Freya's POV The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Freja paced restlessly back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she let out an exasperated sigh for what had to be the tenth time in the past few minutes. The frustration in her eyes was impossible to ignore."Where the hell is Steven?!" she snapped, her voice laced with barely contained anger. Each step she took on the wooden floor echoed throughout the room, adding to the growing tension.I had been leaning against the wall, my arms crossed as I turned towards Liam, who had been standing silent beside me. His face wasn't different from its usual impassive look, but somehow, his posture seemed to relay a tinge of guiltiness. My eyebrows furrowed as I turned toward him."Are you absolutely sure you told him that Maya escaped?" I asked, making sure my voice was firm, yet not blaming. This really wasn't a mistake Steven would make, and I needed to make sure this wasn't just some sort of misunder
Steven's POV I had gone straight to Cavin High, asking questions about one Gabriel Fred. I'd made sure no one knew why I was looking for him. I didn't need anyone to know my reason behind this visit-not yet.Being Steven Blackwood, the high-profiled CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, getting his home address from the school records was a bit too easy. A few connections, a few favors, and I had what I needed.Now, standing in front of an old, rotten apartment building, I couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust. Yet, it somewhat fitted that someone like him-someone who had hurt Ashley-would live in a place like this: the paint peeling off, the windows dirty, and with the scent of stale air seeping through the cracks into the wall. This is where he hides.I could feel the rage boiling in my chest. I hadn't come here for a casual conversation, after all. I kicked the door open with a force that made it slam into the wall with a loud bang. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked in, the ro
Mabel's POVI stood in the hallway, helpless, as he stormed out of the house, raging. His footsteps echoed down the street, and I couldn't help but wonder what he would do next. My stomach twisted anxiously. God only knew where his anger would take him now.With a deep sigh, I swung my eyes to Ashley's room while with every move that I made the feeling of pain inside my chest heightened.I swung open the door with so much tenderness. And then, when I saw her, my throat sucked at that view. The delicate body curled into a grieving, quivering bundle on the floor by her bed, as tears racked in unending quivers shook her whole being."Ashley?" I called softly, my quivering voice breaking. She raised her head slowly, and then I saw it-her swollen eyes, red and puffed up from all the crying. "How long are you going to cry, Ashley?" I sat next to her on the floor, not knowing what to say but needing to find just the right words to say to make her pain go away, to feel better."You're strong
Liam's POV"You're getting better, Williams," I said, extending my hand as I moved beside him into a crouch. The ground was damp from the dew, but I did not care; I tugged him to his feet with a firm grip, my eyes locked on his-he was trying, and it showed. "At this rate, you'll beat me in no time," I said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.Williams chuckled softly, brushing off the bits of grass stuck to his clothes, though not looking quite confident. He gave me a small smile before his gaze turned distant. "Thanks, but I still have a lot to learn." He hesitated a moment, his voice quieter now, as he added, "Perhaps Alpha Steven still thinks I'm not good enough in duels."His words cut deeper, I think, than he realized. Steven had always been hard on his pack-most especially in training-but I did not want to admit just how much that must weigh on Williams. I shook my head; I didn't like the sound of that."Oh please," I said, trying to lighten it up with a light laugh. "If you
Ashley's POV"Let's go take a ride on the Devil's Spin!" I exclaimed, grasping Steven's arm and towing him across to the crazy ride at the edge of the amusement park."You said it was going to be the last, a horse ride!" Steven complained; his voice told of exasperation."Yeah, maybe I did," I replied with a wry smile. "But I am not an Alpha bound by keeping my promises. I'm but a fragile human, and this breaking of promises is pretty much my prerogative. And so, it would be Devil's Spin! "Steven sighed deep. "You really ought to thank the goddess that you're bonded to me."I turned to him, my face alight with playful curiosity. "What if I wasn't bonded to you? What would have happened then?"He smirked, an edge of seriousness under his teasing tone. "Let's just say it would've been a very different story-one that definitely wouldn't have ended in your favor."I tittered, "Then I really should thank the goddess I'm your mate! But first, let's conquer the Devil's Spin." And before he
Ashley's POV"Good job, Ashley. You did great, and I'm proud of you," he said, completely blindsiding me with his comment.I couldn't even take one step as he engulfed me in an embrace. Literally, I did not move. My brain would not seem to process what was going on-was this reality, was it seriously going on right this moment, Steven seriously hugging me, being proud of me, or another dream of perfection?The thrill that coursed through my veins fled quickly as he seemed to snap back into reality. He released me almost too fast, as if he realized he had crossed some invisible boundary."Um. they. they liked your design," he stammered, sounding awkward."Obviously," I replied with a small nod, trying to mask the nervous flutter in my chest.The silence between us stretched for a little more than it was supposed to, and for the most part, was awkward."I.I have some work to do," Steven stammered, turning to leave. But acting on instinct alone, I snatched his arm for him to stop."You're
Steven's POV"Oh, about Maya," Liam said, breaking the silence, "she's still being held in the cottage. So what do you plan on doing with her?"I glanced at him and smirked, my thoughts already set. "I’ll go to check up on her now. I’m sure she has been missing me so dearly," I said, already standing to take my leave. Liam accompanied me as we approached the location where Maya was being held.Maya's eyes widened with shock and rage as we entered the room. "You!!!" she yelled, her voice full with anger.I couldn’t help but smile. "Don't you ever change? Even now, you still have the energy to scream when you see me," I replied, my tone light and even humorous."I will surely pay you back for this," she screamed, her eyes filled with rage. "I'll get you back for everything you've done, Steven!""Do you really think I'm going to let you out of here alive?" I asked, my voice hardening. "You’ll be dead soon enough, Maya. I kept you alive for a reason, and that purpose is finished. I just w
Ashley's POV“Don’t look at me like that, don’t pity me!” he snapped, his voice rising as he stood up abruptly. “You’ve heard my story, now do your work and finish those designs. And they better be good.”He turned to walk away, but I reached out and grabbed his hand, my grip tight with concern. “I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through,” I said softly, my heart heavy with sympathy. “I had no idea... you’ve endured so much, and—”“Don’t pity me!” he shouted, cutting me off, his anger flaring. “I don’t need your pity! I’m not that weakling anymore. I’m an Alpha now, ruthless, and you should be afraid of me, not pity me!”“I... I don’t fear you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both certainty and sorrow. “You shouldn’t be feared, Steven. You should be understood. You’re not ruthless; you’re... you’re broken. Damaged.”“I am not damaged!” he shot back, his fists clenching at his sides as his eyes burned with defiance. “I’m stronger than you think. Stronger than you can ever i