Elijah The moment Agnes had walked down the stairs in the ballroom, I had been captivated. It was like she had been made to captivate all my attention. Even now, sitting in my study in her plainclothes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. From our very first encounter, my gaze had been drawn to
Gloria’s demeanor instantly changed when Elijah appeared.“Alpha Elijah, I am so sorry. I just assumed—”“Your assumptions were incorrect, Gloria. Thank you for your time employed here, but offending the Alpha’s mate is an offense that cannot be rectified. You’re fired.”My eyes went as wide as saucers as the housekeeper began sobbing. “Bu, bu, but—”“Leave,” he simply ordered. The woman scuttled away, but not without first sending a sour glare my way.I didn’t know what to say other than, “You didn’t have to—”“She’s been stealing cash from my office for weeks,” he said with a wave of his hand. “And besides, I won’t set such a precedent here. You deserve respect.”Those words took me by surprise, but before I could respond, Thea grabbed my arm.“Let’s go see your actual room! It’s right next to mine, and Daddy’s is right across the hall!”Thea was practically skipping as she pulled me down the hallway toward my new room, already chattering about tea parties and the like. I cast a glan
I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Alright, let’s do it.”We spent the next few minutes sorting through the few items I had brought with me. As I pulled out a small, worn pony plush toy from my bag, I felt a pang of nostalgia. It was one of the things I had prepared years ago when I was pregnant.The pony, along with a few storybooks and baby toys, had been part of the little nursery I had put together in anticipation of my baby’s arrival.Thea’s eyes immediately lit up when she saw the toy. “Pony Bella!” she squealed, grabbing the plush from my hands.I froze, staring at her in shock. “What did you call her?”Thea hugged the toy to her chest, beaming. “This is Pony Bella. She’s my best friend! I tell her all my secrets.”My heart skipped a beat. How could Thea know that name? During my pregnancy, I had often spoken to my unborn baby, telling her stories and talking about how Bella the pony was waiting to meet her.It had been a name I had chosen out of the blue—something special, just for
I lay in bed, feeling completely out of place. Everything about this situation was wrong, and yet, a strange warmth had settled in the room. What unsettled me even more was seeing Elijah—usually so distant and cold—display a rare hint of tenderness. It was clear that he adored Thea, completely con
I carefully placed the strands of Thea's hair into a small cloth bag, taking care to stash it somewhere that no one would come across it. All it would take was a simple DNA test. And if the DNA matched mine, then the truth about Thea's parentage would finally be revealed, and I would have to confr
Just then, the door swung open, and a woman entered. She was tall and sharp-featured, her brunette hair pulled back tightly. “I’m here to collect Luna Olivia’s belongings,” she announced, not even really looking at me. I felt my pulse quicken. “You can’t take anything until Elijah returns,” I
Elijah listened as I spoke, nodding to himself. I prattled off every single name on the list, along with a distinctive feature of each person, without looking at the papers. When I was finished, I was out of breath and my tongue was dry. “Not bad. But this doesn’t mean you’ve passed the assessment
Elijah "I didn’t permit you to return here," I said coldly, my voice steady, though inside I was anything but. I had not expected her to come back now—if ever. Olivia’s smile was tight, revealing nothing of the turmoil I felt at her presence. "I just want to talk." I glanced toward Agnes and
After a pause, he asked, “Are you happy?” Happy. The word sat heavily in my mind, especially after everything I’d just witnessed with Elijah and Olivia. Happiness seemed like a mirage, close enough to glimpse but always out of reach. “I have moments of happiness,” I admitted, choosing my words c
The moment I stepped into the design studio, I knew this was going to be a confrontation I couldn’t avoid. Ava stood by the workstation, her arms crossed and a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she blocked the approval process for the collection yet again. “Ava, I need those designs approved tod
The announcement hit like a slap across the face. I’d been savoring a rare moment of peace with my morning coffee when I saw the headline: Silvermoon’s Muse Olivia to Launch Her Own High-End Fashion Line. The article was filled with praise for Olivia’s upcoming luxury designs, and she’d thrown
I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders easing. “She’s never going to stop, is she?” Elijah’s hand brushed lightly against mine—a subtle but reassuring gesture. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get in your way.” His promise comforted me, but also made my heart skip a beat. Elijah was protective, a
Returning from vacation felt surreal. The memory of Elijah’s touch, his lips close to mine, and the charged moment at the casino replayed in my mind, making me blush just thinking about it. The media hadn’t held back, either. Photos of our kiss spread like wildfire, sparking a whirlwind of specula
Agnes The casino lights pulsed around me, an endless blur of color and sound, but all I could focus on was the knot of tension coiled in my chest. My encounter with Olivia and Noah left me feeling trapped, an unwilling player caught in the crossfire of their games. For a moment, it was overwhelmin
“Relax,” Noah chuckled, holding his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. “It’s all in good fun. Just a friendly word of advice.” His gaze drifted to Agnes, and I didn’t like the way he looked at her—like she was some kind of prize. My wolf stirred, a deep growl building in the back of my mind
Elijah The steady roar of waves echoed behind us as I led Agnes back to the shore, Thea darting ahead with boundless energy. We had come to the beach to escape the endless comments and criticisms on social media, the sneering responses to Agnes’s ideas and our relationship. Yet here, amidst the ca
Elijah's voice was calm, reassuring as he looked at me with that steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to anchor everything. “Don’t let it get to you,” he said gently, the edges of a quiet smile softening his face. “Time will reveal the truth, Agnes. Just remember—victory belongs to the prepared.”