Beatrice’s once-happy life came crashing down on her Seventh birthday after her parent's unexpected visitor. Forced to be enslaved and treated like trash by her supposed mate, Beatrice believed she would never be happy again. Until the night with the Lycan King sent her rethinking her whole life. He was here for her, but she knew he reeked of doom. Choosing peace, she fled with her unborn baby, but what happens when their paths cross Seven years later? When an important business deal forced them to meet eye to eye. Will Xander ever be able to forgive her after believing that he was the reason she committed suicide Seven years ago? Will she run away again, especially now that she has three of his kids?
View MoreVBeatrice's POV.By that time, the ticking clock in the corner filled the void in between us.I was in front of the mirror, fiddling with the neckline of my dress and attempting to pay no attention to the tension in the atmosphere. The memory of last night — the kiss, the heat, the tension — had yet to leave me and was clinging to me like a second skin. I can sense him heavy across the room. Xander’s specter loomed large in my thoughts, a reminder that nothing about this matter was simple.I attempted to concentrate on the task at hand, adjusting my gown, yet my mind remained wandering back to him. The way his lips had seared against mine, the way his hands had gripped me like I was something valuable, someth
Beatrice’s POV.Xander had stayed.He sat beside the bed, in the chair, silent, watchful, a presence commanding even in stillness. His muscular build was silhouetted in the light — relaxed but poised. He hadn’t said much after he’d brought me here, just made sure I ate before letting me sleep. And he said little to nothing, but his presence was deafening.A thick blanket of fatigue settled on me, but the gears of my brain didn’t stop spinning. A vivid reminder of the past twenty-four hours replayed in an unending cycle, flashes of terror, the crushing force of fear, the oppressive strength of my assailant. Just thinking about it made my heartbeat quicken, a phantom grip around my throat.
Beatrice’s POVAfter Xander left, the hotel suite felt strangely still.It was strange not to have his presence.I sat up in bed, extending my limbs, my muscles still sore from the insanity of last night. I played it back in my head: the masked intruder at the party, the howling fear, the total impotence until Xander arrived.He had burst in like a force of nature, his posture imposing, his voice cutting with unmistakable authority.And then, without missing a beat, he had ordered the man’s termination.A shiver ran down my spine.It wasn&
Xander’s POVThe silence had been shattered only by the soft, steady sound of Beatrice’s breathing. The early morning light spilled through the curtains, throwing long shadows behind everything in the room, giving it all an almost muted glow. The air had a faint scent of her — soft, warm, unmistakably hers. It was an unknown comfort, one I had never let myself experience before.I wasn’t used to being next to someone when I woke up.Night after night for years, my sleep had been fitful, the dreams tormenting me as they gnawed at my sanity.The darkness had been my ever-present companion, reminding me of my failures, my losses, the blood on my hands. Not when the gho
Beatrice’s POVThe AftermathThe instant we emerged from the rest area, the cold wind of the grand hall brushed against my skin, but my tight chest would not ease.My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins.The music, the conversation, the sound of clinking glasses — it all felt far away and muffled, like I was under water. What had just happened was so heavy it pushed against my ribs, and I could hardly breathe.I had been cornered.Hunted like prey.And I would have fought — I was ready
Beatrice’s POVMy heart was pounding.For a brief moment, I had been positive — absolutely positive — that the man in the corner, the one with the torrid gaze, was Kai.The same Kai who had carved me with scars, the same Kai who once swore that I would never escape him.My body had reacted before my brain caught up, my breath rapid, my fingers shaking slightly as fear twisted in my belly like a tightening rope.But when I blinked, when I actually looked, I saw —It wasn’t him.The man standing there had the same build, the same broad shoulders, and the same piercing gaze that had plagued my nightmares, but the closer I looked, the more the illusion fell apart.His stance was different. Gold details graced his mask, which Kai would never wear. And the most revealing thing of all?There was no cruel smirk, no sly glint in his eye that foretold suffering.Just a stranger.I took a deep breath, willing my heart to slow.Get a grip, Beatrice.I took a shaky breath out, turned away and shov
Beatrice’s POVNight of MasksAfter the meeting I had to go out for some air.All the weight—of all the hushes, all the looks, the things I didn’t say to Xander, and the things he didn’t say to me—seemed stoppering my breath. So I started to head back to the hotel suite the minute I could.Xander attend to some urgent business matters this morning so I had the perfect excuse to get a much needed breather.I walked inside, kicked off my heels, flopped down on the couch and rubbed my temples. Everything was happening too quickly.” First, I was forced to stay, and now, I was heading to a masquerade party with Xander.I sighed, grabbed my phone, and after scrolling through my contacts, found the one name that could if only vaguely, help me relax—Sarah.The second ring, she picked up.“B, what’s up?” Her voice was airy, though I could hear the fatigue underneath.I smiled faintly. “I just needed to hear something familiar.”Sarah exhaled. “I figured. “How’s Cape Town treating you?”I lean
Beatrice’s POVThe Lines We Can’t CrossI was warm.Too warm.The gentle rise and fall of deep breathing stretched across my ears, the musk and something that was so distinctly him wrapping around me like a second skin. My body was snug in warmth, utterly comfortable — except for one small issue.Something was off.Something was wrong.My eyes opened wide, and the moment I did, my heart jumped and I froze.Xander.He was right there.Staring at me.I sucked in my breath, choking on it as I observed him. He was on his side, propped on one elbow, his dark eyes glued to mine as if I was the most interesting thing. Like I was something interesting.There was a kind of charge in the air between us, like the space repels unfelt speeches, unfelt things.Neither of us spoke for a long moment.The only sound was the distant roar of the city outside, muffled by the heavy hotel curtains.Finally, his deep, husky voice shattered the silence.“Why are you on my bed?”I swallowed hard and pulled th
Beatrice’s POVHis Secrets in the DarkAfter the uncomfortable silence that had pervaded the room minutes before, both Xander and I had an unspoken agreement.“I’ll take the couch,” I said, heading toward it with as much confidence as I could muster.Xander’s eyes darted to the plush king-sized bed and then back to me. His jaw clenched, as if he wanted to argue. “Suit yourself.”His tone was inscrutable, but I noticed the minute change in the angle of his body — how his fingers twitched at his sides, the infinitesimal drumroll between him and the world he was about to leave. He didn’t like the idea. But he let it go, for now.I shunted aside the way my chest tightened at the idea of him arguing further, of him insisting I take the bed. It would have almost been easier if he had stayed cold, detached, how he once was. This new version, the version of him who lingered too close, who looked at me the way you’d look at something soft and precious, was so much more dangerous.Xander reache
BEATRICE’S POV“Retrieve the document and burn down the damn house!” A voice yelled outside, and the door creaked under the intense banging. The unpredictable slams were both unsettling and nerve-wracking.My hands trembled as I watched Father scurry to hide the brown envelope he held.“Go hide. Now!” He ordered, fear written all over him. But I was just seven. My feet remained frozen, and I let out wails, a piece of my chocolate birthday cake in my palm. “Daddy…”“Go pumpkin. You can't let them find you.” He picked me up, ignoring my wails as he rushed towards the back door. His breathing had gotten so heavy, and the voices from outside sent my fear on a spiral. I was holding onto his shirt as he put me down. “Don’t look back. Run until you get to the end of the world. Don’t let them get you.” “Daddy…” My voice broke. “Can you come with me?” I was scared of the dark. Of the outside world. Even though I was nothing but an Omega, my parents had done everything to protect my innocenc...
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