Marissa I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted down the corridor, weaving past startled employees who barely had time to react.Justine's voice rang faintly in the background, calling for me, but I didn’t look back. I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell. The numbers blinked above the silver doors—12, 11, 10.Come on, I muttered, blinking back tears and clutching the strap of my bag. When the elevator finally dinged, the doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the ground floor button. It began its slow descent. My foot tapped restlessly against the floor.The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out the glass doors. The air felt hot, dry, and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop until the parking lot ended and the other side of the building came into view.There, by the edge of the building, I slowed down and stumbled toward the concrete wall, leaning my full weight into its surfac
JustinI leaned into the curve of my desk, finishing the last part of the quarterly report. I glanced at the time—11:42 AM. Without looking away from the screen, I rang Marisa to come in. I just needed to see her face. Her presence had a way of clearing out the static in my head.There was no response.I paused and waited. Nothing.I clicked into another line and adjusted the paragraph, then rang her again. Still no answer. Strange.I leaned back in my chair, pushed to the side, and made my way out. She wasn’t at her table. Her tablet lay on the desk, but her bag wasn’t there. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number—straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath, then turned back toward my office. Maybe she had a scheduled errand or an emergency. But she would’ve sent a message. Marisa never just vanished.Once back at my desk, I pulled up our shared calendar. There was nothing scheduled that should’ve taken her out of the building. I checked my inbox—no messages, no a
I saw the round table tucked in the corner of the ice cream parlor as I waited for Brian. My fingers played idly with the paper napkin in front of me—folding and unfolding it, tearing at the corners. Outside, the sun burned hot, and the parlor was slowly filling with children in school uniforms and teenagers crowding near the counter, debating between mint chocolate and strawberry swirl.I glanced at the door for the tenth time, then stopped—finally spotting Brian as he entered.He was easy to find. At a towering height of over six feet, he stood out in any crowd, almost matching Justin’s height."Justin," I muttered, shaking my head.His eyes scanned the room once before landing on mine. The moment he reached me, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his shirt. He hugged me back—one arm around my shoulder, the other smoothing my hair. I stayed in his arms a moment longer than I intended. My brother’s warmth wrapped around me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.When we sa
MarissaIt almost felt sinful to watch the Queen cry, like witnessing something sacred crumble in front of you. Silent tears streamed down her face, and her breaths came out in uneven gasps as if her body refused to fully accept what her mind had just heard.Her hand reached for her chest, as though trying to press down the pounding of her own heart. Her hood had slipped back slightly. She wasn’t just shocked. She was unraveling.Justine rushed to her side and gripped her arms, trying to anchor her. “Sit down, Mom.”The Queen didn’t resist. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she sank into the seat like all the strength had left her bones. "But how?" she kept repeating, dazed.She stared at me like the answer would suddenly rearrange the facts.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling them tight. My throat burned from the tears I swallowed. My eyelids fluttered shut, trying to breathe through the panic.Then her voice snapped me open."You knew this all along and didn’t say anything?
JustinThunder cracked like the sky was splitting open. Lightning flashed, and a roar rolled across the land, echoing the fear in my head. I tore through the dark, running, stumbling, gasping. I didn’t know where I was going, but something chased me. Something I couldn’t see, only feel. It breathed down my back.The scent of choking sulfur hit me first. I gagged.“Leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the void.From the shadows, the thing moved closer. Slick. Black. Rotting.“I’m your god,” it hissed. “I own you. Worship me.”“No!” My voice cracked as I ran harder. But the faster I went, the closer it crept. It fed off me and thrived on my panic. Its laughter rang sharp, burrowing into my ears until I slapped my palms over them to block it out. My throat burned like someone had stuffed fire down it.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My breath came in shallow bursts. The cool morning air brushed my skin, but it didn’t calm me. I could still smell the sulphur, and feel the
MarissaMy fingers were very restless. I was bored, and I licked my leg with cautious hope, wondering why Justin had not resumed work this morning.Justine had confirmed that her brother left the house quite early, and so I was pumped with excitement to finally look him in the eye and share this bond, this secret that I had kept for so long it was threatening to explode.I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. I had done several role-plays in my head. All had one thing in common: he was pumped and glowing with excitement.My energy was restless, impatient. I was one step away from calling him and demanding that he get his ass here.I heard the elevator open. Someone was coming. I got up, grinning, but stopped and sat down when I heard heels approaching.Every bit of excitement I felt flew out the window when I saw who it was.WendyI could already feel the animosity and prepared for her attack. Hate blackened her eyes as she stood right before me, haughty and poised."I see you took your
Marissa Justin and I worked in silence, trying to make up for yesterday’s backlog. He didn’t want me out of his sight, so he scheduled all his meetings virtually, hovering close like my personal heat lamp.“You know,” he said, glancing up with an exaggeratedly innocent face, “it’s crazy how you make my work easier.”I hummed without looking up. “Well, you know I’m actually overqualified for this job. Don’t get too comfortable.”He leaned closer, just enough for our knees to brush. My breath caught slightly.“Tell me what you want. Gifts? More money? Name it, and it’s yours.”“Your bribery won’t work on me,” I said dryly, flipping a page. “Because I don’t plan to be doing this forever.”He stretched with a yawn, clearly unfazed. “How about we take a little getaway to clear our heads?”I paused, pretending to consider it. “Tempting, but I have drafts to finish, reports to organize, a desk to declutter—”Justin narrowed his eyes, and I burst into laughter. “What?” I said between chuckl
Justin I headed back into the cabin, falling into a catatonic state. Everything Marissa had said pressed down on me like wet cement. My legs moved, but my mind had checked out. I couldn’t focus on anything except the echo of her voice. It circled around my head, louder with every step I took. I’d heard the words, every single one of them, but they hadn’t fully registered.I was angry, yes, but it was beyond rage.A deep, hollow fear, the kind that burrows into your chest and makes you feel like something is slipping away.It made no sense. None of this did. Why would she hold something that important from me?I felt like I was walking through a fog of betrayal. My jaw clenched so tight I could feel the pressure in my temples.I picked up my pace, stomping across the floor like the sound alone would drown out the noise in my head. My hands curled into fists at my sides. I hated that we had even come here. I hated that this moment, which was supposed to be calm, quiet, and healing, ha
Marissa I had made up my mind. I was going home.Not because I missed it, and definitely not because I wanted to see my father or his wife. I just needed a change of scenery.Brian said I could stay with him for a bit, or I’d get a temporary apartment if needed. But I also knew how that went at that crazy pack, how single women were bounced around when they didn’t have a man’s name tied to the lease. If I couldn’t get something decent, I’d check into a hotel and figure it out from there.I needed space. Distance. Time.I was in the middle of zipping up my second box when I heard a knock. Then came Justine’s voice before I could answer.“This is dramatic, don’t you think?”I opened the door to see her and Justin standing there. They both looked way too polished for a casual visit like they had somewhere else important to be, but they came anyway.Justine looked over my shoulder into the room. “You packed like you’re going to the moon.”“It’s just two boxes,” I said, trying to sound ca
JustinWhen I knocked on Marissa's door, I didn’t expect her to look happy. She stared at me like I was a piece of furniture.She wasn’t frowning. She didn’t slam the door in my face. But she wasn’t smiling either. Her expression was calm, like someone who’d already had the emotional breakdown and was now in full recovery mode.“Can I come in?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.She shrugged, stepped aside without saying a word.I hesitated before stepping in. Her room smelled of her shampoo, lemon-scented body mist and the bond. I held out the small shopping bag.She blinked. “What’s that?”I offered it again. “Just check it.”She gave me an unreadable look. Then she reached out and accepted it opened the bag and pulled out the velvet box, flipped it open, and rolled her eyes.Shit.“You don’t like it?” I asked quickly. “I can change it. There’s another set I saw, more silver—”She closed the box, dropped it back into the bag, and placed it down like it was a file she didn’t
JustinI paced the hallway outside the Queen’s study, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. When my mother finally called me in, I didn’t waste time pretending I was calm.“She’s still ignoring me,” I said, not even bothering to sit.My mom looked up from the book she was reading, brows raised. “Who?”I stared at her. “Who else? She's acting like I committed a crime.”“Well…” she started, dragging out the word, “you did get another woman pregnant. No woman wants that, trust me.”I scowled. “Allegedly.”She shut her book and sighed. “Honey, I love you. But let’s not act like this isn’t complicated.”“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I muttered, walking to the window. “Wendy and I were barely even together. We hadn’t touched each other in months. The last few times, I used protection. Every time.”“Protection isn’t foolproof,” she said.I turned to face her. “I know that. But I also know Wendy. She’s not the type to sit quietly while being dumped. She’s petty. This whole thing feels ti
MarissaOnce I was inside my room, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed on the bed. I stared at the ceiling again. I could have called Brian. But I didn’t. What was I supposed to say?“Hey, Brian, remember that perfect mate the goddess gave me? Yeah, he might have knocked up his ex.”No. I couldn’t handle the pity in his voice.I made popcorn instead. Found a true crime series. Turned the volume high. And I got lost in cold cases. Somehow, it made mine feel smaller.Six hours later, I was still glued to the screen when my phone rang. Justin was calling.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before picking up.“Hello?”“Where are you?”“I went back to the lodge,” I replied, trying to sound casual.“Why?”“I needed space.”There was a pause. “Space from what?”“From the drama. Your ex announcing a pregnancy like it’s a royal decree.”He sighed. “I’m coming over.”“Don’t.”“Why not?”“Because I don’t know how to be around you right now. Everything hurts, and you being
Marissa Everything felt heavy. My heart, my thoughts, even my damn bones.The rules were simple, brutal, and old as time. The first woman to bear the future Alpha’s child, especially one destined to be Lycan King, had a permanent place in his life. It didn’t matter if they were mates. It didn’t matter if they were in love. It didn’t even matter if the woman was evil wrapped in silk.Rules were rules.And now Wendy had claimed she was pregnant with Justin’s child.I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to believe. My brain felt scrambled, like someone had cracked it open and stirred it with a knife.The Queen had tried to comfort me. She told me she was on my side. She said over her dead body would Justin marry Wendy.I appreciated her words but knew she was being overly positive. This kind of scandal could blow into a full-scale war.And in all of this, I was the outsider. The werewolf.Why couldn’t I just enjoy my mate for once? Why did it always have to come with some life
Marissa The court proceedings felt like I was the one on trial. I sat beside Justin, who strongly believed he'd win. He was calm, in control, and powerful.He didn’t speak much, but when he did, the courtroom paid attention. Every word came out confident and unapologetic. Sean, on the other hand, kept contradicting himself in every other sentence. His arrogance from the first day had completely crumbled. Even the judge looked tired of him.I felt so freaking proud. Not just because Justin was winning, but because he was doing it with so much grace and restraint.When court ended that first day, Justin turned to me with a boyish smile. “Are you hungry?”I laughed. “Starving.”He took me out. Just the two of us. We found a quiet rooftop restaurant and ordered way too much food.We didn't discuss court cases, politics, power or curses. We talked about stupid dares.That afternoon, I realized how much lighter he looked. Like someone had started peeling off the weight he’d been carrying
Justin I had no plan, neither did I rehearse my words. In fact, I didn’t think for a thousand years that I’d end up being so honest with the public the way I was. But it happened. The words came out of me with a strange calm, as though I had needed to say them all along.My mother allowed a soft smile to curl on her lips, subtle but proud. Meanwhile, Sean's expression twisted, the edges of his mouth tugging downward into a bitter frown. For the longest time, I had believed that vulnerability was weakness—a flaw that could be exploited. But now, as I stood exposed before everyone, I didn’t feel weak. I felt free. Let anyone try to twist the truth. Let them attempt to stain the bond I shared with Marissa. My mother’s smile said it all: sometimes, the ugly truths needed to be told to reclaim power.The judge fumbled with his papers, his fingers shaking slightly. He tried to appear unaffected, but I saw the stiffness in his movements. My mother must have spoken to him in private, perhaps
It was getting harder and harder to stay private with Justin. Our relationship had somehow become the kingdom’s favorite soap opera. Inside the castle walls, everyone had a theory, a rumor, or a “trusted source.” And outside the gates? The paparazzi were practically part of the royal staff.Everywhere we went, someone was snapping photos or asking invasive questions. It was exhausting. I hadn’t realized how many people tracked your every step when you were bonded to a Lycan prince. Now even my outfit, the way I walked, or how I blinked seemed to matter. I found myself second-guessing every detail—was my lipstick smudged? Did my heels click too loud?Justin held my hand as we approached the pizza spot I’d been craving for all week. As expected, the moment we stepped out of the car, the flash of cameras started. A few paparazzi who had been pretending to “just be around” suddenly appeared from all angles, walking backward to keep pace with us.“Prince Justin, is it true you're planning
Marissa The Queen’s rage came with thunder. It wasn’t the typical raised voice or shaking hands kind of anger. It was primal, bone-deep, and terrifyingly loud. Her voice bounced off the ancient stone walls of the royal study like a storm crashing into a cliff. If Sean had been anywhere near her at that moment, she would’ve carved his name off the family tree with her bare hands.I stood still. A part of me was stunned, but the other part missed my own mother. I wondered how she might’ve defended me if she were still alive and if she would’ve gone to war for me too. Maybe it’s just something about mothers. No one quite loves the way they do."Well, I think you're going too far to be taken seriously," Justine muttered with her usual sarcastic flair, sipping casually from her glass.The Queen's head whipped around. Her eyes flared wide and wild. My heart genuinely skipped.“Too far?” she echoed, rising from her seat like storm-given legs. “Hell no. I haven't even started.”Justine bli