PREPARING FOR THE BALL “Rose, why would you touch it? Let me see, "Roman said, taking my hand in his. I watched him examine my hand frantically, he looked so worried. “Rose, are you sure you touched it? I can't see any burn marks, your hand seems ok….” He trailed off when he saw me smiling and then I began laughing at the confusion on his face. “I'm messing with you, why would I touch it?” I said, still laughing. I saw him watch me for a while, his face remained expressionless as he looked on. I stopped laughing when I saw he still kept looking at me blankly. “What? It was just a joke. Why are you taking it seriously?” I asked him. He let go of my hands and raked through his full hair with his fingers, which I must admit were beautiful. I noticed how flushed his skin was. I wondered if I had taken the joke too far. “Let's go back,” he said. “I'm sorry” I said , holding his arm back, making him turn to me. “You need to rest and I need to be somewhere, let's head out” he said,
AT THE BALL. I sat in my room suddenly feeling so nauseous. The team that got me ready had left earlier leaving me alone in the room. I have been waiting hoping that Roman would come here but he hasn't and I didn't want to call him. I got up from the bed where I was seated and began pacing anxiously. I walked to the window looking out and I saw cars driving in, freaking expensive cars. Coming out of those cars were people who looked soaked in wealth. It didn't help the nervousness I felt. I looked around the room looking for something to calm myself down but I found nothing. I heard a knock on the door and I quickly rushed to see who it was. Bree, she was here. I opened the door for her to come in. “You look, wow!” She said immediately she stepped in. “Really? You too, you look amazing "I said. “Pregnancy looks good on you. Your makeup is so pretty. Has Roman seen you?” She asked. “No, not yet. I am really nervous, "I confessed. “Nervous? Why? You look amazing, trust me, R
AT THE BALL 2 “It's nice to meet you all '' I said, as a forced smile stretched on my lips. Roman walked towards the center of the room, snaking his way past people as he pulled me along. When we got to the center of the large sitting room that had been decorated. He got a glass and used his index finger to tap on it, getting the attention of everyone around. I was about to slip away perceiving what he was about to do but he pulled me back. “Can I have everyone's attention?” he said, still holding my wrist. Now the room was silent and even the classical music that had been playing in the background was paused. “This here, is katherina Merchetti Gold. She is the mother of my unborn child and the daughter of the Alpha, Lucien. I would appreciate you giving her the respect due to her” Roman said to them. My eyes met Bree and she seemed so happy, she smiled at me like a proud mother. “Okay then, we can all go back to what we were doing” Roman said and the music was back on almo
RAGING RED.“One that is none of your business” a voice said behind us. It was Roman and he was fuming. “Roman, how lovely of you to join us. Katherina and I were just having a little chat” Victor said ignoring the fuming man standing in front of us, well why would he be bothered? I was obviously the one he was mad at. “Hello, Victor” Roman greeted Victor but his gaze still remained on me, peircing my body. “If you dont mind I'll like to have a word with katherina” Roman said. Damn! He was angry, my heart dropped to my stomach as i met his eyes. He was raging mad, his face was stiffened and his right hand was fisted. I swallowed unconsciously, even the spit found it hard to go down. “Roman, don't stress her.” Victor said calmly noticing the choking atmosphere. “Victor, please with all due respect stay out of this. Excuse us” Roman said coldly. I felt a shiver run down my spine, he was furious. Victor was an elderly man, a friend to his father, an uncle figure and he spoke to h
BLOODY NIGHT I was sure it was Bree's voice I heard. I thought she was with Dave. I ran down the hall opening all the doors and frantically searched for her. “Ahhh, get away” I heard Bree scream, she sounded scared. “Bree, where are you? Bree?” I screamed back still searching. Why were they so many fucking rooms in here? I saw Roman climbing up the stairs, our eyes met, he still looked angry. I needed his help right now so I pushed away all odd feelings and went up to him. “Roman, I need your help,” I told him. We heard a crash coming from one of the rooms. “It's Bree, I don't know, she… she. I think she needs help. He kept looking at me nonchalantly. “You know what if you're fine with somebody dying in your house, I'm not.” I said and turned around to go search for Bree. I heard the clashing sound and the sound of struggling. My heart pounded in my chest as I got closer to the sound. I entered the room and I saw Bree on the floor crawling away from a male figure that was
A BALL TO REMEMBER.“Roman, are you alright?” I asked, panicked.“What do I do? What do I do?” I muttered as I looked from Bree to Roman and from Roman back to Bree. They both needed urgent help.I layed Bree carefully on the ground.“Just hold on, both of you please” i said, then i picked up my dress and ran as fast as my body could allow.I needed to find somebody. We needed help. I got downstairs, to the large room where the party was still going on. I barged in and immediately saw heads turning my direction.“I need help” I cried out to no one in particular.Then I saw Dad rushing to me.“Katherina, what's going on? Whose blood is that on you?” My dad asked worriedly.“Come,they are upstairs” I said , pulling his hand.His pulled his hand away and held my shoulders.“Katherina, talk to me,” my dad said.“There is no time to talk. Come with me” i screamed, I was already frustrated. Bree and Roman were dying, they were losing so much blood. I didn't have time to explain.Without wai
MORNING AFTER.The next morning I sat by Bree's side on the bed. She really looked a whole lot better than last night.She still has a few bruises and scars here and there but they weren't really obvious.“I am really sorry about last night,” I told her as I used my palm to smooth the bandage on her hands.“It's okay. Why do you keep apologizing, nobody knew , " she said, trying to sound like her usual cheerful self but failing woefully.But you really liked him”. I said pouting“Yes I did, now drop the topic.” She said,I guess she was right. I was being so insensitive.“But Briana, what were you two doing in that room alon…. Did you?” I asked shocked. I really hoped I was wrong.Bree kept quiet not answering me and she even began avoiding my eyes.“You did?” I asked.“Yes katherina, i did. I had sex with him, he took my virginity and..” her voice cracked midway.“Oh my gracious, I'm really sorry Bree. I truly am” i said pulling her in a hugI immediately felt her body stiffen. I pul
HEALING SCARS.I took slow and steady steps towards him and he stood there watching me as I came closer.I reached out my hand to touch his face but he flinched, turning away and avoiding my touch.I still reached out and touched his face.The feel of his skin against my hand was rough.“I look like the beast you see me as, don't i?” he whispered.“No, it's beautiful.” I said and he scoffed, turning away.His skin was hairy. It was a kind of golden sun color. His eyes were deep red.“Is this why you are hiding away?” I asked him.He laughed and shook his head.“No, that's not it. As much as i hate to say this, i am weak so my werewolf side is taking dominance. Partially though.” He said. He stood, resting his hand on the dressing table for balance.I went over to him to help me stand properly so I could walk him back to his bed, but he put his hand up stopping me from taking a step closer to him.“Why?” I asked.“You've seen me, I'm alive, leave” he said coldly.“I can heal you, let
Happily Ever AfterHayley's POVThe morning sun shone through the windows as I stared at the garden below, savoring the beautiful view of it. It was like a gentle whisper of hope, soft and tentative, whispering through my ears. My fingers traced the windowsill, exploring the smooth, weathered wood beneath my touch - each groove and grain a tactile memory of our tumultuous journey. Two days. Just two days since Roman had returned from a battle that had threatened to unravel everything we knew, a conflict that had hovered on the razor's edge of total destruction.Memories cascaded through my mind like fragmented scenes from a nightmare. The metallic scent of blood. The paralysis of fear. That horrifying moment when time seemed to stop, and I believed I might lose everything I had come to love.But not today.Today was different.Today was about healing.About redemption.About hope rekindled.Downstairs, the kitchen was a symphony of preparation. We had hired more cooks for the celeb
A Promising Future Roman's POV I opened my eyes to the soft morning light coming through the windows. The pain in my chest was less now, thanks to the healing I got last night. Rose sat next to me on our bed, her hand gentle on my arm. She looked tired but happy."How are you feeling?" she asked softly, her fingers threading through my hair with such tenderness it made my heart ache. Dark circles circled her eyes, evidence of her exhaustion from last night, but her smile held all the warmth of the morning sun.I caught her hand in mine, pressing my lips to her knuckles, breathing in the familiar scent of her skin. "Better. The healing worked better than I expected." Every word was true – the piercing pain that had threatened to tear me apart was now just a memory."That's good." Her smile wavered slightly, worry dancing in the depths of her green eyes like shadows in still water. "The twins are still sleeping now. But they gave me a hard time sleeping last night. It's like they c
A New Dawn Hayley's POV I paced the hospital corridor as we waited for Dad to wake up. The fluorescent lights shone too bright even though it was already night, making the white walls seem even more clinical. I sat down in an uncomfortable plastic chair and shifted numerous times, my muscles protesting after hours of sitting. Next to me, Viola kept checking her phone, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on her thigh. Bree had gone home to rest about an hour ago, practically falling asleep on her feet. I'd insisted she get some proper sleep, promising to call if anything changed. The twins were with Dora, and even though I trusted her completely, my thoughts kept drifting to them. It was the longest I'd been away since they were born. "Family of Lucien Merchetti?" A doctor's voice drew my attention to the doorway. She was young, probably in her early thirties, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. "You can go in and see him now, but just for a litt
The Final Battle Roman's POVThe private jet touched down in San Francisco just as the sun began its descent behind the horizon. My muscles were tense from the flight, but my mind was sharp, focused on the hunt ahead.Beside me, Caspian checked his phone for the hundredth time, his usual playful demeanor replaced by cold determination."Our tracking team is already working on Scarlett's location," I told him as we climbed into the waiting SUV. "They'll have coordinates for us within minutes." I informed him."Good." Caspian's voice was clipped. "The sooner we end this, the better." He added.As we drove to my wolves' team here in San Francisco, I pulled out my phone to hear from Rose back in New York. My fingers hovered over Rose's number for a moment before I pressed call. She answered on the first ring, her voice tight with worry."Roman? Did you find them?" She asked me.Just hearing her voice made my wolf whine. "We're close. The tracking team is working on it now." I leaned aga
Escape Before DawnRoman's POV We sat at the back of the garden, and the late afternoon shone across the immaculately beautiful lawn. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin as I watched Scarlett and Stephan exchange their vows, not fooled by the serene facade of this wedding. Everything about them looked fake – the forced smiles, the tension crackling in the air, the way my guards tried to blend into the background while keeping their eyes fixed on Melissa.Rose was beside me, her hand warm in mine, her emerald dress making her skin glow in the fading light. She was trying to keep her composure, but I could feel the slight tremor in her fingers. I found myself thinking about our own future wedding, the one we'd have once all this mess was over. It would be different – filled with joy instead of suspicion, love instead of hatred."You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced, his voice carrying across the hushed garden.I leaned closer to Rose, my lips brushing her ear as I wh
Scarlett's Wedding Hayley's POV I stood before the full-length mirror in our bedroom, pulling down the hem of my emerald green dress for the hundredth time now. I felt nervous.The silk material mused against my skin as I stretched it, but even its luxurious touch couldn't calm my nerves. Today was my sister's wedding—if you could call someone who'd tried to kill you a sister."Stop fidgeting, Rose." Roman's deep voice called from the doorway. I didn't have to turn because I saw his reflection in the mirror before me, and my breath hitched in my throat. He looked devastatingly handsome in his charcoal suit, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he'd been running his fingers through it. His eyes, those piercing amber orbs that never failed to see right through me, held mine in the mirror."I can't help it," I mumbled, smoothing my hands over my stomach. The twins' birth had left its marks, but Bree had chosen this dress perfectly—it hugged in all the right places while still being ap
Three Days of GraceRoman's POVIt was three days before Scarlett's wedding. I was pacing my study in the early morning, thinking. Dawn hadn't yet broken when Caspian arrived and joined me in the study. I had called him earlier. I'd been up for hours now, my wolf restless beneath my skin. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier than in these moments, when every decision could mean life or death for those I loved."Three days," Caspian said, leaning back in his chair. Dark circles under his eyes suggested he'd been up all night too. "Are we really going through with getting Melissa out for the wedding?" He asked me.I paused my pacing to rub my temples, where a headache had been building since midnight. I turned to walk to the window, watching as the sun shone down in the garden looking too peaceful for the turmoil in my mind."I don't know," I admitted, my voice rough from lack of sleep. The thought of letting Melissa out made my wolf snarl with protective rage. "With ever
Betrayal in Plain SightRoman's POVThis morning I woke up with new determination. I rubbed my tired eyes, determined to review more surveillance footage. Yesterday's run with Rose had helped clear my mind, made the bitterness and pain more manageable. I didn't expect to find anything new in the recordings, but I had to try. I had barely started hearing the recordings in my study.Then I heard it.Scarlett's voice came through the speakers, trembling slightly. "I don't know what to do. He's going to banish me from New York. I have nowhere to go." She cried.I leaned forward, turning up the volume. A female voice responded, making my anger spike."Come to San Francisco. We need to stick together now more than ever," the voice said. "It's time we dealt with Roman and Hayley once and for all." She told her. Wait. That voice sounds familiar.My fingers gripped the edge of my desk. That voice... I knew that voice."Are you sure?" Scarlett asked, hope creeping into her tone."Yes. Just co
Comfort in ChaosHayley's POVMy heart ached as I watched Roman storm upstairs to his study, his shoulders rigid with tension. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the foyer, each step heavy with the weight of yesterday's revelations. Viola's eyes followed his retreating form, and concern appeared on her elegant features."Kate, darling," Viola said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "I've never seen him this tense, even for Roman. What has happened?" She asked me.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows suddenly felt too bright, too cheerful for the heaviness in my chest. "He visited his mother in the dungeon yesterday," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "She told him... she told him Victor might be his real father."The silence that followed was deafening. Bree's coffee cup clattered against its saucer, the sound sharp in the quiet room."Oh my God," Bree breathed, her blue eyes wide. "Are you