Lucas' POVMy anger boiled over. "Mother, Leah didn't steal your jewelry. It was stolen by Clara! You've just seen it on the video." My mother's eyes widened in anger. "How the hell was I supposed to know? I had no idea! Clara was just a child..." My mother had always spoiled my younger sister. I had had enough. "Mother, you know Clara isn't a child anymore. She is addicted to gambling. When I cut her off, she came back and took away your jewelry." I said in a cold voice.I thought my mother would argue with me again, but she just leaned against my shoulder and wailed. I sighed and said, "Mother, you need to stop shaming Leah online and treating her like a criminal. You need to make an announcement and clean her name right now."My mother's face contorted with indignance. "Do you want me to apologize to an omega?!"I sighed, feeling drained. I knew that my mother's arrogance had caused irreparable damage to my marriage. I couldn't fix the past, but I could make sure that I di
Leah's POV"Do I really have to wear this to the Derby?" I looked at my reflection in the mirror and asked.The girl in the mirror was wearing an elegant but extravagant silky white dress. The gown was covered with 800 diamonds and Swarovski crystals weighing over 1,900 carats and included an 80-carat teardrop diamond in front of my chest."I look like a wedding cake decorated with diamond sprinkles," I added."It's called Nightingale of Beverleyhill, Leah. It's worth 50 million dollars and you look absolutely stunning in it." Lucian said, holding a diamond necklace in his hand."Are you sure you want to add more stuff on me? I could barely move in this dress." I looked at that giant diamond on that necklace and covered my forehead."This is your first début in public. Father insists on showing the best side of you to the crowd." Lucian put that necklace on my neck."By giving me spondylopathy?" I held up my hair to let my brother fix the necklace on me."Ah, this looks much better tha
Lucas' POV"Luke, I'm so happy that you agreed to see me again!" Josephine wrapped her arms around my arm. She was wearing a pale purple nightgown. It looked familiar. I remembered Leah was wearing it when I met her for the first time at our engagement party. I wasn't sure. But one thing I was sure of was that Josephine must be wearing it the wrong way -The cleavage wouldn't be that deep if Leah was wearing it. I'm getting paranoid these days. This isn't healthy. When I look around, the only thing I see is Leah. In the past few weeks, I've been trying so hard to get in touch with Leah, but I failed. It seemed that she was determined to cut me off her life. I had no intention of showing up at the Derby. I had better things to do than watching filthy rich people compare their horses.In my opinion, horses are stupid. They can run way faster than human beings, but they end up being enslaved by them. And it's not like human beings are cute or kind to them or anything. They treat ho
Leah's POV"Ah, that sucker," Lucian whispered to my ear as he saw Lucas in the crowd. "Keep walking, Leah. Don't be afraid. I'm with you.""I'm not afraid, brother. The only one who's supposed to be afraid now is him," I replied. As I looked at Lucas, I couldn't help but notice his handsome features which were now etched with sadness. His once vibrant, piercing blue eyes had lost their sparkle and now appeared as though they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The creases around his eyes had deepened as if each passing day had taken a toll on his soul. "That's a man who has lost his sense of purpose," Lucian said with hatred in his eyes."He's just a man who has lost his wife," I whispered. "Lucian, please, let's just walk away..."But it was too late. Lucas had already seen me. He looked surprised to see me holding Lucian's arm. "What are you looking at, Farrow?" Lucian asked. Then, he commanded in a cold voice. "Come forward."Lucas immediately approached us
Leah's POVI looked back and saw Josephine falling to the ground."Oh, Luke, help me! I feel dizzy! I... I can't walk!" Josephine pleaded with tears in her eyes, stretching out her arm toward Lucas.Lucas, who had already walked away, stopped immediately and ran back, pulling her up from the ground."What happened?" he asked."Oh, nothing. I tripped over something. This is all my fault." Josephine said and wrapped her arms around Lucas' neck."Can you walk?" he asked.Josephine shook her head with grief. She looked petite and innocent.Lucas sighed and carried her up in his arms, walking away with her.Josephine snuggled with Lucas and took a glance at me over Lucas' shoulder, displaying an evil smile.That bitch always played innocent to get sympathy. I needed to teach her a lesson today and stop it once and for all.Just wait.After the race, Lucian was in high spirits because our horse won.While he was talking to some Alphas from other packs, I grabbed a bottle of wine and walked t
Leah's POV"I've been everywhere in the world. Foreign boarding schools. Military dispatch..." Darren's voice sounded a bit playful."You don't come across like a soldier to me, but you do come across like a naughty boy at school.""I was trained to be a commanding officer, but I did have a troubled childhood." He squinted and scratched his head. I realized that was his way of being shy.He's so adorable. How can someone be so adorable? I have to stop drinking before this whole thing goes really, really wrong. Lucas is right. He didn't sign the divorce papers, so I'm still legally married to him. But at the same time, the magical encounter with Darren feels so right. I would really want to see where it's going. "A bad boy suits up and becomes a commanding officer. You need to tell me more about it," I tittered under the influence of alcohol. Damn. He must look so hot in an army uniform."I will tell you everything about me, Miss Lewyn. I'm an open book." He replied with a genuine smil
Leah's POV"Are you still buying it?" I looked at Lucas and asked."Whenever you meet, she's the one who gets injured. I don't understand," Lucas said. Even in his drenched state, he exuded an air of confidence and authority.My heart sank."So, you're still buying it. I can't even. Anyway, forget about it. I don't want to have anything to do with you two." I turned and wanted to walk away.A pair of strong hands reached out and pulled me.Looking up, I saw my very angry and offended ex-husband."Don't you think you should explain what happened to me?" Lucas' blue eyes glared at me with fiery intensity. His veins bulged on his forehead as he struggled to control his seething anger."What do you want me to explain?" I asked in a calm voice. His hand was gripping hard on my arm so tightly that it turned red.Lucas was incensed by my nonchalance and raised his voice, "If you were wronged in the past, why didn't you ever explain anything to me? Explain it to me.""So, I don't want to expla
Leah's POVStood on the balcony, I leaned forward to the handrail, looking at the crowd in the yard.I saw Darren, who was accompanied by an attractive young woman in an elegant satin dress, sipping champagne while talking to Alpha Kyle, the Chairman of the Derby Committee.I didn't blame him for not bringing me that glass of champagne after witnessing what happened just now.He was still young. He didn't need to be involved in a divorced woman's family farce. I understood. Plus, the woman leaning against him looked much younger and happier than me. She looked like the younger version of me, when my heart hadn't been broken by my ex-mate.When I was still unrejected.I stretched out my arm to fetch the wine glass behind me, but the glass turned out to be empty.I lifted up my head and sighed, staring out into the night sky.The stars twinkled above me, but my mind was clouded with a deep sense of melancholy.I couldn't shake off the fact that I had just come face to face with my ex-hu
Leah's POVI stared at the dress thrown on my bed.It spread out like a blossom of weaving lies.I'd been counting the crystals on the chandelier in the ceiling when Lucas appeared - thirty-seven of them shaped like teardrops. He filled the doorway without touching its frame, that cursed crimson fabric draped over his forearm like a skinned serpent. Sunlight caught the black embroidery. I wondered how many slaves had bled to stitch those constellations."Wear this." He tossed it onto 800 thread Egyptian cotton quilt. The silk slithered against my bare knees, colder than the iron collar I'd worn in the slave market.I waited, bathrobe clutched tight. Three heartbeats. Four. The clock above the bed - still smelling of his cologne - ticked like a dying thing. When I turned, Lucas hadn't moved. He'd claimed the wingback chair, legs spread in that infuriating mimicry of relaxation. Sunlight through the French window caught the flawless profile of his fa
Gean's POVThe coffee burned my palm, bitter and unnecessary. Leo's absence hit me before I crossed the threshold - no clatter of vials, no muttered curses at malfunctioning equipment. Just cold sheets twisted into knots, still damp with the metallic tang of his sweat. I let the mug steam on the nightstand. Sentimentality wasted caffeine.The lab's vault door hissed open beneath my fingerprints. Banks of monitors flickered, their screens vomiting equations Leo had scribbled in manic spirals last night. The centrifuge whirred, empty. A single glove floated in a petri dish, skin cells dissolving like sugar in tea. My reflection warped in the machine's chrome surface: a businessman's haircut, a butcher's eyes.The secret door behind the cryo-chamber yielded to pressure. Dank air rushed up the tunnel, carrying the sweetness of rotting meat. My polished shoes crushed syringes, their contents smeared across stone like neon graffiti. Halfway down, a severed hand clutch
Leah's POVWhere am I? A hotel?I woke to the weight of my own bones. I was like lead was being poured into a silk bathrobe.Sunlight stabbed through bulletproof glass. My skull pulsed with the rhythm of last night's beer bottles shattering against pavement. Memory came in shards: sticky bar stools, Lucas' laugh cutting through smoke, my own laughter curdling into retching. No blood. No teeth. Just the sour aftertaste of survival.The bathroom door hissed open.He moved like spilled ink - Alpha Lucas with his tailored cruelty, holding a glass where effervescent tablets hissed like trapped wasps. I clutched the quilt to my collarbones. His smirk was a blade drawn slowly across leather."Decency's really unnecessary in front of me, since I've already seen everything," he grinned. The glass clinked on marble. "Drink."I tasted ozone. My fingers trembled against Egyptian cotton. "Did you...?""Touch you?" He leaned into the bed's g
Lucas' POVThe Green Point bar stank of sweat and spilled whiskey. I watched the girl's throat work as she gulped the beer, amber liquid dripping down her chin like stolen honey. Her knuckles whitened around the glass. Thirsty little thing. Starving in ways I couldn't name."Did you...enjoy the beer?" I asked."It tastes like piss, but I'm thirsty," she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand."And did you enjoy today?" The question tasted rusty. Leah's ghost perched on the barstool between us, her hollow socket accusing me.The girl's shoulders hitched first. Silent sobs shook her frame, tears plinking into her empty glass. My chest tightened - that old reflex, that ancient guilt."What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" I held her hand and asked."It's just..." Her voice cracked like autumn leaves underboot. "Feels like the first real day. Like I've been sleepwalking till now. I've never been out for a proper date like this wi
Finn's POVThe studio gates loomed like iron teeth. I stepped through, the scent of fake blood and sweat slapping me harder than the California heat. Outside, the Hills smoldered, ash staining the sky. Inside, they’d built a pantomime of apocalypse - extras in matted fur howling at a green screen, their plastic fangs glinting under klieg lights.A director barked into a headset. "Action!"A truck flipped, screeching on cables. A blonde actress spilled out, naked and screaming. From the rafters, a man in denim descended, Gatling gun roaring blanks. Extras dropped, melodramatic, as he scooped her up. Their kiss was all teeth, a parody of passion."Cut!" The director rubbed his temples.Complaints about the heat erupted - especially from the actress, who snatched a robe and cursed the air conditioner's death."Lycidas, could you try to use your tounge this time?" the director shouted.The cowboy - Lycidas - flashed a grin, all wolf
Lucas' POVThe girl looked nervous as I hauled her into the Mediland's golden throat. The mall's fluorescence carved the girl into something spectral. She hovered between racks of silk and chiffon, fingers brushing fabric like she expected it to bite. The salesgirls' laughter hung sharp in the air - hyenas circling a limping doe.To my surprise, my hearing was back. I could clearly hear what they were mumbling behind the racks. "Look at her. Poor little rat. How could someone like her end up with Alpha Lucas?" a girl whispered."Gold digger. Social climber. Boot licker...""And cock sucker!"They giggled.I silently sighed and ignored them.I looked at the girl. She looked overwhelmed. I knew she must have heard what they'd said. She lowered her head and stood there, looking lost.I walked to her."Pick something," I said."I don't need anything..." the girl looked horrified at the price tags. "Could
Lucas' POVThe girl's boots dragged against the restaurant's marble steps, scuffing gloss into dust. Her coat hung loose, threadbare at the elbows—a thrift-store relic in a kingdom of gold trim and crystal. I didn't blame the hostess for curling her lip.This is the human quarter of Mediland. A high-end steakhouse in the human world is supposed to be stunk of judgment."No reservations?"The hostess flicked her gaze over the girl's messy cropped hair, the grease and blood clots crusted on her hem. Her voice was polished ice. "We're full. Try the soup kitchen down the block."The girl didn't flinch. Just stared at the chandelier, jaw working like she was chewing the light itself. I leaned against the podium, leather gloves creaking. "Tell Danny I'm here.""The manager?" A laugh, sharp as broken stemware. "I'm sorry, Sir. You look like a decent gentleman, but he doesn't entertain strays."Then the doors swung open, and the scent hit me -
Leah's POVThe moment I crossed Alpha Finn’s threshold, his pets slithered in behind me. Annet and Donna - branded vipers with just enough leash to sink fangs into weaker girls.The door clicked like a trapspring. I kept scrubbing, gouging filth from floorboards until my knuckles split. Soapwater turned pink. They circled, lacquered claws glinting. Donna’s stiletto cracked across my hand."Lookit this guttermouse playing vixen," Annet crooned. "Sneaking into Alpha Lucas' chambers all night - think we're blind?" "Maybe she's graduated to bootlicker," Donna trilled. Her heel ground deeper. "C'mon, whore. Demonstrate your special talents." Blood bloomed beneath her stiletto. I bit through my lip - iron tang kept the scream caged. "Cat got your tongue?" Annet's slap snapped my head sideways. "You yowled plenty for Lucas. Think Finn’ll enjoy hearing how you serviced his brother?" "Alpha Lucas wasn't—" "Liar!" The backhand left my ears ringing. I spat crimson, kept scouring wo
Lucas' POVThe girl's hands danced. Apron strings became a lover's knot at her waist. Eggs cracked one-handed, yolks bobbing like liquid suns. I watched, transfected, as she transformed slaughter into sacrament—French toast glazed in maple, coffee dark as a sinner's heart."How did you do it?" I gestured at the golden crust.She flipped a pancake. "Alpha Finn liked his girls versatile."The first bite dissolved on my tongue—cinnamon, nutmeg, vengeance."Why do you rub your neck like that?" the girl asked."I don't know. I slept on the couch and woke up like this..."Before I finished, she circled behind me, palms hovering above my neck."May I?""Well..." I mumbled.Her touch was wildfire. Knuckles pressed the base of my skull, thumbs working knots from muscle. I groaned."Quiet," she chided, but her fingers lingered. "You're worse than dogs."I lifted up my head and howled to the ceiling