Violet The door opened. A servant entered, offering me a small note sealed with Owen’s insignia. Theodore's eyes flickered to the door, his posture instantly wary. I straightened, too, expecting more fallout from the dinner. I raised a brow and broke the seal, scanning the words quickly. Theodore
I blinked at him, keeping my expression neutral. “I’m the king. The power to help you take back your pack, put an end to Lucas’ claim—it’s all in my hands. It would be in your best interest to befriend me and do as I want.” “You’re not exactly offering me a deal.” I tilted my head. “And based on
Violet For a moment, I let the silence hang between us. I watched him get more irritated. He must be used to intimidating a lot of people by throwing his title around. A bit of irritation prickled at the back of my mind. It wasn’t fair to be upset with Theodore for letting his brother take over th
Unless they weren’t. I made a note to look into the history of the palace again but turned back to look down at the glowing stone. “Do you think… you might want a garden in Midnight?” “What?” “A garden,” I said, gesturing. “Even… just a small one. The courtyard behind the house would be perfec
Violet Theodore’s question lingered in the air between us as I mulled over everything I’d learned about Owen for the past few hours. I didn’t doubt that Theodore had already come to a lot of the same conclusions that I had, but I was… touched– happy– that he wanted to hear my thoughts and input on
“Tell me, then—what kind of man would I have to be to make you fall in love with me?” My mouth went dry as our gazes met. Something in his gaze held me captive. His tone was tinged with something fragile and vulnerable. I’d never heard him sound like that before, and it pulled at my heart. “Am I
Violet I looked down at the document, Lucas’s words staring back at me in dark ink and pulling at every bit of my self-control. I felt the lawyers’ tension, felt the air heating around me with anger. I took a deep breath and kept reading. Lucas painting himself in the right wasn’t surprising. Th
I smiled. “I love ruthlessness… I’d like you to keep your investigation and your main arguments as quiet as possible. Knowing Lucas, he’s bound to start slipping up. He feels like he has the upper hand right now, he’ll act like it.” “How do you want to approach his claims about Nora and your suppo
Soon, it was roasting and the scent of cooking meat filled the air. We ate, leaning together on the back porch, wrapped in the blankets he had in the cabin. I moved to stand and hissed at the shock of pain in my back. "You've pushed yourself too far." He nodded toward the door. "Head in. I'll clea
Violet We walked into the cabin and I stripped out of my dress. Theodore’s shirt slipped over my head easily. I rolled the sleeves up past my elbows, the hem brushing scandalously high on my thighs. There was nothing to be done for the lacy underwear Lily had brought me. When I turned to face him,
To have only had a few years of being able to start to figure out such a large part of yourself… "It's not mating drive, is it?" He scoffed. "Oh, it's that…. But not just that." "I'm… I'm so sorry." I said. "All this time, I thought… I thought you were just running from being like your father
violet Theodore’s confession left me stunned. The weight of his words settled between us. I stared at him, waiting for the punchline or some indication he was joking, but none came. The guilt punched the breath out of me. “Oh, Goddess, Theo', I…" He shook his head. "Don't apologize." Yet,
I shrugged. "I offer a blowjob if you win." He licked his lips. "You're terrible, but deal." I shook my head. How could I be surprised? “I won’t pretend this isn’t troubling,” he admitted, his voice softening. “It is. But not because it changes what I think of you. It’s because I hate thinking
Violet He froze mid-motion, his hands on the fastening of his pants. His eyes snapped to mine, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before it softened into something closer to understanding. “You can’t shift?” I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “I haven’t been able to for w
Then, an idea hit. I held out my hand. "Can I use your phone?" He handed it to me without hesitation. I smiled at that. "I… don't remember a single time that Lucas ever just handed me his phone." Theodore flashed me a grin. "Glad I can prove, even in the smallest ways, that I am nothing like
Violet Theodore opened it on his phone since mine was near dead. The bastard had changed, but it was clear that he hadn't planned to be holding this press conference now. "The Shelter project," Owen said, "is not only a risk but a direct challenge to the stability of our society. Rogues, by defi
He bared his teeth, but closed his mouth, not daring to say a thing while the people not even two tables away were listening in so closely. It wouldn't do him any good to feed the rumor that he and Theodore didn't get along. The arrogant jackass should have reserved the whole restaurant, though I