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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
Freja’s POVThe hospital's pale fluorescent lights buzzed above me as I paced the corridors, each step echoing with anxiety. Nurses moved around briskly, their chatter and clinking tools creating a background hum that I barely registered. I stopped near the nurses' station, gripping the counter to steady my trembling hands. "Did you find her?" I asked Mabel, who had just come back from the emergency wing. "I’ve searched everywhere—every hallway, every room, even the supply closets. She’s not here," she replied, her voice thick with worry. "What about you? Any luck?" "None," I admitted, shaking my head. "I called home, but she isn’t there either." "Then where is she?!" Mabel’s frustration mirrored my own, her voice breaking slightly. "Maybe she felt suffocated here and decided to leave," I suggested, trying to remain calm. "Does she have any friends or relatives she could have gone to see?" Mabel's shoulders slumped, and she leaned against the counter. "Ashley is a simple g
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
Ashley’s POVI walked back into the room, my thoughts swirling with the chaos of the day. After a quick shower, I slipped into something comfortable—just a simple casual outfit. The soft fabric was calming against my skin, but my mind couldn’t quite relax. I sat down on the couch, trying to find focus, when Steven strode into the room.His expression was dark, frustration radiating from him like a storm ready to break."Did you get the phone?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the scowl on his face."No," he admitted, his tone sharp with annoyance. "They were too many of them, and they’re too fast."A laugh escaped me, and I couldn’t help the teasing edge in my voice. "So the mighty, ruthless Alpha lost to his two sisters and cousin brother?" I said, letting the mockery drip from every word."Just shut up and focus on your work," he snapped, clearly in no mood for my jokes."Oh, I’ve stopped working," I replied nonchalantly, leaning back on the couch as I crossed my arms.His e
Freja's POVFreya gave me a dubious glance as I placed the last plate on the table and took a step back to examine the setup. Her brows were slightly raised, and her lips curved into a playful smile."Ok, Freya, spill it. What's up with this look?" I asked with my arms folded.She cocked her head, her smile broadening into something that disturbed me. "I'm just... shocked, you know?""Shocked about what, exactly?""It's just that you're not the 'help-out-in-the-kitchen' sort.""You're more of the 'action and chaos' type," she joked, her voice full of laughter.I rolled my eyes, breathing sharply. "I just decided to help today." Can't a girl shake things up once in a while? Now stop staring at me like that—it's weird."Freya shrugged lightly, but her smile remained constant. "Alright, but I have to say, this is very... unlike you.""Enough already," I snapped. But her expression sparked curiosity in me. "Wait—why are you smiling like that? What are you hiding, Freya?"Her face faltered
Steven's POV"All done, happy now?!" I groaned, falling into the couch with a sigh of frustration."Not really," she responded nonchalantly, without even looking up. "I need water."I blinked incredulously. "What?!"She looked up and gave me an innocent shrug. "Well, it is your fault. You brought me food, but not drink, and the jug is empty."I leaned back and pinched the bridge of my nose. “So now it’s my fault? You’re blaming me while I’m solving your problems for you?"She smiled slyly. "Only because we made a deal. I save your company’s image, and you spare Maya’s life.""You seriously think I brought you food because of that deal?" I shot back. "Don’t flatter yourself. Maya sent assassins after you, and I hate her just as much as you do.""Then why don’t you want her dead?"Her face softened, and for a moment, she almost looked vulnerable. "It’s not that I don’t want her dead. I just don’t want you to be the one to kill her. I hate it when you kill people, Steven. It changes you—
Liam’s POVHer lips were soft, warm, and alluring. The way they fit against mine made my heart race so fast that it blocked out all other thoughts. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, allowing it to stay with me.But as swiftly as I slipped into the kiss, reality slammed me like a cold wave.I retreated abruptly, my voice hoarse and wobbly. "I... I'm sorry.""Liam..." she started, her tone unsure, but I couldn't let her finish.“I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me,” I murmured, retreating before she could answer. I needed to get away, needed space to think. My chest felt heavy, remorse combining with the lingering warmth of her kiss. What was I thinking? How could I let my emotions get the best of me?*****Steven’s POVI awoke to an empty bed. Strange. Luna never gets up before me.I stretched and stood up, noticing her on the couch, laptop poised on her knees, eyes fixed on the screen."What are you doing?" I inquired, my voice hoarse from sleep.Without
Ashley’s POVThe dining room felt empty as I sat between Roy and Liam. A thick silence surrounded us, heavy and stifling. Freya’s anger loomed in the air like a relentless storm, and Steven—well, he was just being Steven, bearing the weight of his choices like a sturdy fortress.The sound of footsteps approaching broke my concentration. I looked up to see Freja, her expression resembling dark thunderclouds.“Where have you been all day?” I asked, trying to mask my curiosity.“I don’t want to discuss it,” she retorted, her voice cutting like a knife. Without further explanation, she marched upstairs, her fury trailing after her like a whirlwind.I exhaled. Freja’s rage, Freya’s sorrow, and Steven’s silence—it was all overwhelming. This family was the perfect image of disorder, a work of art in dysfunction. And here I was, somehow caught in the chaos.After finishing my dinner, I dragged myself upstairs to face the man at the centre of the storm. Steven was already in bed, lying there l
Ashley’s POV“I said apologize!” Steven's voice roared, his anger evident, his gaze filled with rage.Maya, her voice shaking, replied softly, “Never.”A chilling grin appeared on Steven’s lips. “I suppose you’re looking forward to your demise then.”“Brother, don’t,” Freya’s voice cracked, her desperation clear. “Please, don’t kill her because of me.”Steven shot her a quick glance before replying, his voice calm. “If that’s your concern, then just let it go. Even if she hadn’t harmed you, I was always planning to take her out in the end.”In one fluid motion, he thrust his hand deep into Maya’s chest. Blood bubbled in her throat, and a choked cry escaped her mouth. I felt my breath catch in my throat.“Stop!!!” I yelled, sprinting forward, but Steven didn’t flinch. His hand was still buried deep in Maya’s chest, like he was crushing her very soul.“Kill her,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute, “and I’ll kill myself too.”I grabbed the sharpest knife from the table, my hand sha
Ashley's POV Freya and I paced restlessly around the living room, my thoughts racing."Where is he?" Freya's voice trembled with concern, her eyes darting toward the door, her anxiety palpable in the air."He’ll be back soon, Freya," I said, trying to reassure her, though I wasn’t entirely sure myself. "Maybe he just went to the woods, working off some of his anger. You know, punching it out on a few trees."Before she could respond, the door suddenly slammed open, sending a chill through the room. Steven stepped inside, his presence dominating the space. His suit, once pristine, was now soaked with blood, and in his grip, he dragged Maya’s lifeless, mutilated body across the floor. The sight was horrific.My heart stopped.Maya’s body was barely hanging on, blood dripping from her wounds, and I felt my stomach churn with fear. But then, everything shifted in a flash, and before my eyes, Steven’s hands were buried in Maya’s chest. He pulled out her still-beating heart, the raw brutal