“Give us some time alone,” he murmurs to his guard. The man bows before walking away and Atticus turns his gaze on me. “Well, well, well… look what we have here? I’m appalled at your brazen behaviour, Sebastian King. When I specifically told you, you aren’t allowed anywhere near my pack, yet you s
SEBASTIAN. Sighing, I strum my fingers on the steering wheel as I drive towards Dark Hollow Falls Pack territory, mulling over everything. Handsome… Why does that feel off? Then there is the way she texts saying it’s too loud for her to talk… Zaia would move away, she’s not that person who would
He cackles, sounding choked as if it’s so fucking funny he can’t breathe. “You are a joker SK, oh god you are so funny… but I am serious.” His voice drops the sick playfulness as it returns to deeper and darker. “Now. This is the final warning: Leave her alone or she will die, and you won’t be bury
SEBASTIAN. “I understand,” I say quietly. It’s not something I want, but I have to respect that this is what he wants. “Are you sure?” there’s guilt in his eyes as he stands opposite me. We are on the back patio of the packhouse. The weather is warm, but a soothing breeze rustles the grass, yet
I am truly grateful for his help and despite certain actions of his not being to my liking; I understand he was still trying to help me. Valerie never got back to me, and the only thing I got from her was one email a week later, saying Sebastian found out and she can’t stay in touch with me and she
ZAIA. THREE YEARS LATER… I lace my fingers together, resting my elbows on the sleek marble of my top-floor executive office. Scoffing as the man before me rambles on. Cocking a brow, I finally intervene. “Mr Santoni, time is precious, and I have places to be, deals to close, and money to make. So
A woman who is the image of control and composure. I’m wearing a white satin blouse that is emphasised around my breasts. I’ve gained weight there since I had the little ones. The blouse is tucked into my beige pencil skirt, that hugs my hips and waist. Zaia Toussaint, the Managing Director of Tou
ZAIA I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through. “Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” I reply, slidi