Xavier’s POVI had been intrigued by the beauty that stood before me, when she had first bumped into me at the party.She was drunk and clearly trying to move on. It made her attractive simply knowing that she was strong enough to show up and not cause any drama at her ex’s engagement, like most women would.Of course, knowing that she was my sister’s fiance’s ex was a shock for me. I loved my sister to the ends of the world, but John was a fool to give up this one. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, I guess. I looked her up and down and up again, to catch her checking me out.I leaned on the door frame, smirking. I was no stranger to this reaction to me. Girls were fond of my body, even if they didn’t know about my political status and wealth. All of which this one knew now.She didn’t have to answer my question for me to know what she had come looking for. Normally, I would find it desperate and a turn-off, but watching her blush as she stood in my coat was alluring. I fou
Zoe’s POV“Sorry, that was my sister. She was looking for me.” Xavier spoke up, trying to clear the air before I could get upset. “Sister? Alyssa is Alyssa Shaw?” I asked, my voice shaky. I couldn’t believe it.“Yes?” he replied, like it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. It was a big deal.Everything happened so fast after that. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, like he was about to kiss me. But I panicked. I pushed him away. Not hard, but enough to stop him.I wasn’t as strong as I should’ve been for someone my age. I didn’t have a wolf, and it showed. I could tell he noticed.“I… I can’t do this right now,” I stammered. “I’m not ready.”The look on his face—confused, maybe even a little hurt—made me feel worse. But I couldn’t help it. My head was a mess.Then he said something that made my stomach drop. “Are you only used to sleeping with John?” I froze. He knew. He knew about John, about my past. I didn’t know how much he knew, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he brou
I swallowed hard. Why was John still messaging me? Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?“Looks like Miss Zoe hasn’t gotten over her ex yet,” he said, his tone soft but sharp.I didn’t respond. How could I? I’d just ended things with John, and now I was caught between him and his fiancée’s brother. It was too much.Without another word, I opened the door and slipped outside. Xavier didn’t try to stop me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to.Once I was in my car, I noticed I was still wearing Xavier’s coat. I’d meant to return it, but now it felt like a lifeline. I started the engine, deciding to deal with the coat later.As I pulled up to my house, I saw John’s car parked in my spot. My stomach dropped. He was waiting for me, leaning against his car with that smug grin I used to love but now hated.I stepped out into the cold, the snow crunching under my heels. My black dress and Xavier’s coat stood out against the white snow. I had no choice but to face him.“Where do you think you’re goi
Zoe’s POVXavier had not seen me yet, he was busy in a conversation with a tall attractive woman wearing a tight pencil skirt. Her luscious blonde curls were bouncing as she walked in her stilettos. She had unhidden lust for the man walking beside her, focusing on the file in his hand as they walked towards her.“Thank you so much, Xavier. You have been a great help to me in getting my husband's inheritance. You're wonderful!” She placed a hand on his thick bicep as they stopped close enough for her to overhear them.Xavier turned to face the woman, surely he knew what was going through her head and those obvious flirty touches. He closed the file in his hand and handed it back to her, “Your husband tried to create complications, but his case was weak from the start. I didn’t have to do much.”“Oh, don’t be humble. The case had other members of the Council baffled. And then, you came and worked your magic. Everything got solved in less than a week.”She smiled suggestively, flipping he
Zoe’s POV My mind blanked at his words. I knew what I wanted but I hadn’t thought out how I would actually say it. He raised a curious eyebrow at my silence, making me kick myself inwardly and shake myself out of my stupor. “I wanted to give you, your coat back.” I brought up the bag with his coat, that I stopped on the way to get dry-cleaned, “I got it cleaned. Once again, thank you for lending it to me.” Did I see a frown on his gorgeous face? Was he disappointed at my words? The expression had shifted so quickly, it could just be a figment of my imagination. Maybe I wanted him to feel more. But his smirk was back instantly as he took the bag from me, “So, you just came to return my coat?” I nodded. Of course, I had more to say. I just needed to build up my courage and was waiting for him to invite me to his office to talk properly, instead of here near the reception. The receptionist had been giving me jealous eye since Xavier had walked toward me. “Well, Thanks.” He
Xavier's POV The meeting had been a success. It was expected. I never failed. Alpha Daniels ran a tough bargain. But I found a common ground to make everything work. Spike had howled at me throughout the meeting, despite the mental block I had to put up for him. It had only dimmed his voice in my head. He wanted to me drop everything and go to Zoe. He craved contact with her wolf, which was only possible to begin if we were close, as close as sex. I walked towards my car, exhausted, “Jacob, clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I am going to my loft. And make sure no one disturbs me.” “Yes, sir.” That’s what I like to hear. I got into my car and nodded at the driver to take me home. On the way, I scoured the social media for Zoe. I knew if I didn’t Spike won’t even let me sleep in peace. Plus, I was curious to know about whom the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. I found her socials. She did not have a loud online personality. I liked that about her for
Zoe's POV I had walked back to my car numb and hopeless. I did not know where to go or what to do anymore. I did not want to go home and face Aunt Julie yet. I did not have the courage to face her with my failure. I hadn’t been to see my father since he was imprisoned in the pack house jail. I knew John would never allow me to meet him anyway. My brain only realized when I was parking my car that my body had taken me to my best friend’s home. I hadn’t seen Maisie since she told me about this whole debacle with my dad. She didn’t even know how awfully John had broken up with me and what an A-class douchebag he was. I had been so consumed with my pity party, that I had missed her even during John’s engagement. She wouldn’t been so worried. I knocked on her door, so exhausted, I didn’t even have the energy to cry anymore. She opened the door and immediately crushed me in a hug the moment she realized it was me. “Oh, Zoe! I am so so so so sorry, girl.” She kept saying in m
Zoe's POVMaisie had spent the whole day before the race to go shopping and get me a full parlor treatment because apparently, I had been neglecting myself of late. The Races started early in the morning so we had to wake up even earlier. I groaned as I felt Maisie pull the covers off of me and I rolled over. “Come on! It’s the big day! Let’s go save Uncle Simmons, girl!” She said, when I didn’t move she threatened, “Don’t make me use the tried and true method of water spray. I don’t want to dry my pillows.” Yes, I had stayed over at her place. Everything back home reminded me of John, his cheating and shameless ways, his frauds, and his stupid offers and deals. Maisie had informed Aunt Julie to not wait for me and I was grateful to still have some people in my life who still cared. “Okay, Okay! I’m up! No need for the big guns!” I groaned again but stayed up stretching anyway. Once we were both showered, she showed me what she had picked for me. It was an elegant white backle
It took an hour and a lot of emotional blackmail from Aunt Julie to convince me to let Xavier come to Kansas City. The only reason I agreed was to test if he could keep his word. Nothing more, nothing less.After endless talk about mates, second chances, and the Moon Goddess, Aunt Julie smiled and patted my back. "I'll go tell him you need to talk. Be nice, okay?"I didn’t roll my eyes, though I wanted to. I respected her too much for that. Instead, I shook my head, knowing she had played me perfectly. She always did.If anyone had a right to push me, it was Aunt Julie. She had done more for my family than anyone. More than just a distant cousin of my dad or a housekeeper—she was family. The closest thing I had to a mother."Be nice, Princess." She gave me one last sweet smile before heading inside.I sighed, leaning against the hood of my car and fidgeting with my keychain. My fingers itched for something that wasn’t there—my father’s necklace. The one I had given him in the prison.
Zoe's POVI climbed the stairs, leaving Xavier in the garage. He needed time to calm down. My forgiveness—if it ever came—wouldn’t be immediate. That was his problem, not mine.He wanted to tell me something about Claire, probably to convince me I had nothing to worry about. But I didn’t care about her. I was done caring about him. His past didn’t matter to me anymore.The only thing that mattered was getting to those coordinates. I had no idea what I would find there, but it was my only lead. My mother left me that clue for a reason. I wouldn’t ignore it. A decade had passed. Anything could have changed. But I needed answers.I rushed through the house, grabbing only the essentials. Clothes, water, a flashlight, a knife. I packed quickly, like I had done this before. Because I had. Running was second nature now."She’s really doing this," Aunt Julie muttered from the kitchen doorway.I ignored her. Nothing to say.Xavier, however, had other plans. By the time I reached the garage, my
Zoe's POVI barely heard Xavier start talking. I knew he had been planning this speech since we got in the car two days ago."Zoe, I won’t pretend to understand your pain. I won’t insult you by saying I do. But I know how many times I’ve let you down." His voice was careful, like he was walking on thin ice."Don’t. Please." I turned away. I had dreamed of this moment so many times—Xavier realizing what a huge mistake he had made. But not like this. Not when I was barely holding myself together."Let me say this. You need to hear it, and I need to say it." He stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on my arms. Not trapping me. Just asking me to stay."Why?" My voice was bitter. My body tensed under his touch. I hated how my senses reacted to him now—too sharp, too raw. "You didn’t care about talking months ago.""Believe me or don’t, but I thought letting you go was the right choice. I wanted you to have a fresh start." Regret thickened his voice, but I didn’t care.I let out a short
Zoe's POV"What are you so happy about?" I asked Aunt Julie whose excitement was confusing me.Instead of answering right away, she gave me a nostalgic look, sat me down on the couch, and took my hands gently, like a mother would."Did your dad ever tell you that you have your mother's eyes?" she asked, her smile soft but sad.She didn’t wait for me to respond—probably because she already knew the answer, "Of course not. He did his best to remove any mention of her from his life. That was his way of dealing with his grief."What about my grief? I wanted to ask but I chose to listen.She was right, no one was allowed to talk about Mom in our house. I was never allowed to ask any questions. Aunt Julie tried her best to fill that hole in my life but for a ten-year-old girl, no one could replace her mother. I barely had any memories of her either. The psychiatrist had told Dad that it was a form of PTSD. I don't remember what the trauma exactly was, but apparently, it was deep enough for
Zoe's POVI ran to my room, grabbing everything from the box. My old laptop barely held together, but I powered it up and searched the coordinates. Then, I rushed outside to my broken car.Xavier and Aunt Julie followed as I yanked open the backseat door."You can't take that. It won’t even start," Xavier commented."It better. The coordinates are a two-day drive away," I muttered, then turned to him. "Key?" I held out my hand."Zoe—""Key. Now."He sighed, pulled the key from his pocket, and placed it in my palm. I grabbed it and turned without a thank you."You can't let her go alone," Aunt Julie protested."I'm not," Xavier assured, arms crossed as I tried to start the car. It didn’t even sputter.I kept turning the key, refusing to admit he was right. The car had been through too much. It wasn’t taking me anywhere.Aunt Julie whispered to Xavier, "How long do we wait?""You can wait inside. She won’t last long," he replied, knowing full well I could hear him."I heard that!" I sna
Zoe's POVI placed the envelope on the coffee table between us, staring at Xavier. "What are these?"His brows furrowed as he leaned forward, confusion flickering across his face. "A letter to you?""The numbers. What do they mean?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes—or worse, to kiss the perplexed look off his face. He was trying not to upset me. I didn't know why he suddenly cared, but a small part of me was relieved he hadn’t mentioned his so-called chosen mate. Right now, it seemed like he only cared about me. I didn't want to let him in again, but deep down, I wasn’t sure if I had ever truly let him go."Looks like coordinates," he murmured, thinking out loud.I knew it. Snatching the envelope back, my fingers brushed against his, and for a brief moment, we both pretended not to feel anything."I can have the location checked. If you want," Xavier offered softly.I didn’t answer. Dahlia, my beast, was already debating with me.'Say yes,' she urged, practically purring."I won’t.
Xavier's POV"Weren't you informed not to call? The lines can be intercepted!" I whisper-yelled into the phone as soon as I was sure neither Aunt Julie nor Zoe could overhear."This one's fine, Sir. I made sure. And this is urgent." Jacob spoke in a hushed tone like he was afraid."Well?" I said expectantly, urging Jacob to resume."We were found. Some of our men work for your father and call him Alpha. I don't know how they found out." Jacob informed."Did they take Claire?" I asked expecting the worst."No. They tripped off an alarm I had planted around the area and I got a fifteen-minute headstart. I drugged Claire and took her before they could get us. They knew about the underground room." He told."Where are you now?""At the Shaw Safehouse. I cleaned up any evidence of the underground room being in use before we left. They won't know Claire was there." Jacob reassured me and then said, "But the bad news is, the cleanup team at Golden Eclipse didn't do as great of a job.""What d
The next morning, I was up and out of the house just as the dawn broke through the sky.I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the same nightmare burned through my mind. I had waited for my wolf for so long, only to realize I would never transform like the others because I was wolfless.But now, I had a beast. Not a regular wolf, but an animal nonetheless. And I wanted to transform. I needed to know it had actually happened, that I wasn’t imagining it. Focusing on that need kept me distracted from my grief, kept me from falling apart over the loss of my father."Dahlia," I called out, dropping to my knees. I willed my bones to shift, for my skin to be covered in thin gray fur, for my canines to elongate and sharpen. But nothing happened.Dahlia tried to help me, pushing her strength into me, but it was useless. No matter how hard we tried, my body refused to transform.“UGH!” I screamed in frustration.I could talk to her. That was proof enough that I wasn’t wolfless anymore. Bu
[WARNING: This chapter contains details of gore and death. Proceed with caution.]Zoe's POVThat night, I slept in my old bed. Apparently, no one had known about our departure from Golden Eclipse or our arrival at Silver Moon. Xavier chose to stay, and Aunt Julie offered him my father’s room, but he refused. He knew I’d be furious if he stayed there. I blamed him for my father’s death, and honestly, so did he.Aunt Julie wanted to ask Xavier about his pack, but he’d been so quiet that she decided against it.I sat on my bed, staring at the contents of the wooden box. I looked at the pictures again, this time paying more attention to the details. I read the notes on the back of each one. Some were simple comments about the photo, while others were written in the same unfamiliar language as the bundle of papers and needed to be deciphered.It was all too much to process at once. The only good thing about opening the box so far was that it had distracted me from my grief, even if just for