Tristan The cemetery's rows of silent gravestones and the smell of fresh earth greeted me like an old friend. Over the past five years, this place has become my second home. I sat on the damp ground, wiping dirt from a gravestone. My fingers traced the name and read it over and over. “Shawn Lewitt, a son and a friend.” I bit my inner cheek, lingering on the pain that word was giving me. Each stroke felt like a whisper of the past, and the heaviness in my chest grew with every letter. Memories tugged at my heart as kept on caressing his tombstone. The weight of his loss was still pressing down on me despite the passing years. My childhood was far from the life that most of the wolves my age was dreaming. Yes, I had everything, but not the family I wanted for myself. My parents were always busy and I grew up alone in our big home. Shawn, an omega, became my best friend and constant companion. He had always been there for me, especially when my parents chose their Alpha duties ove
Tristan I stormed down the hallway of our family's sprawling estate, each step echoing my anger and frustration. My heart pounded with betrayal as I approached the ornate study where my parents often gathered after dinner. Pushing open the heavy doors, I confronted them. “Is it true that you asked the doctors to give Shawn’s heart to Elaine Scott?” My mother and father looked at each other. I saw my Mom nod at Dad, signaling him to speak. “We owed Elaine," he said firmly as if that justified everything. My jaw dropped from what he said. I honestly hoped that Megan and the doctor were telling some lies about my best friend’s death but apparently, it was the most bitter truth I had to swallow. Stunned, I only managed to ask, “Why? Why would you do that?” My father's eyes were cold and unyielding, devoid of remorse. " "She saved your mother's life. Without her, your mother would have died." I staggered back, stunned by his words. "So, Shawn's life was the price?"
Elaine"Oh, come on! What the hell is this?”I managed a crooked smile, attempting to convey my disapproval as I glanced at Anita, who seemed entertained by the spectacle unfolding before us. This morning, we were greeted by an array of assorted flower bouquets that lined the corridor up to my desk. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and fold my arms, confronted with the floral display that resembled a garden. Every imaginable kind of flower was present, from roses to tulips. The corridor looked like it had been transformed into a florist's shop. All that was missing was a cash register and I would be ready to open this “flower shop.”"Seems like your almost ex-husband isn't ready to throw in the towel," Anita remarked, her lips curling into a teasing grin. She shared my discontent with the stunt, especially after I had confided in her about my issues with Tristan. "He's managed to spoil your morning two days straight. Quite an achievement!""Tell me about it," I responded as I carefull
ElaineMy hands clenched into fists, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I struggled to composure as I continued talking to Tristan."Are you kidding? I hate them! So, call someone to pick up your garbage, or else...""Else what?" he challenged"Else I’ll kill you, got that?!" I yelled, my voice shaking with fury. I slammed down the phone, the loud bang echoing in my ears. My body trembled with anger, my hands shaking as I massaged my temples, trying to calm down. My head throbbed in pain. How did I tolerate being married to this jerk for three years? The thought of all those wasted years made my stomach churn, and I felt a wave of nausea. This wolf was the worst. Tristan was the worst thing that ever happened to me.I leaned back in my chair, realizing my anger had drained some of my energy. That was when I noticed a single stem of deep pink rose sitting quietly on my desk. Attached to it was a small white card that read:I bit my lo
ElaineI wasn’t expecting a call from Megan. After all, our friendship had shattered when she started an affair with Tristan. It was a betrayal that cut deep, leaving me grappling with hurt, anger, and disbelief.As Megan’s name flashed on my phone, I took a deep breath before answering.“What do you want?” I asked, my voice strained with coldness.There was a hesitant swallow on the other end before Megan spoke. “Let’s talk. Are you free to meet at our favorite cafe from back in the day?”I was caught off guard. Memories of our laughter and shared moments at that cafe flooded my mind, and for a moment, my heart tightened painfully. I clenched my fists to steady myself, refusing to show any vulnerability to Megan. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.“What are we going to talk about?” I asked sharply, ensuring my guarded curiosity was evident.Megan took a deep breath before answering. “Everything, Elle. This conversation is long overdue.”A knot formed in my stomach as I heard her s
ElaineThe air in the café suddenly felt heavy as Megan shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her cheeks turned a shade redder though I wasn’t sure if this was due to embarrassment or unease. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth. "I... I lied," Megan began hesitantly. "About Tristan and me being engaged. It wasn't true. I made it all up to mess with you.”I stayed silent, staring at her, waiting for her to say something else. Honestly, I was waiting for her to apologize, to say sorry for everything she did to me. I waited for a while until I realized that it was the only thing she came to talk to me about. To say that I was disappointed was an understatement. Megan's irritation flared instantly. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned forward defensively. "I came here to come clean but you keep giving me this attitude. It’s insulting."Anger simmered within me at Megan’s defensive reaction. I couldn’t believe she was turning the situation around on me. I took a deep breath, tryin
MeganYes, I’m the bitch.A slut, a whore, a homewrecker—you name it, I am all that and more. I wasn’t the first she-wolf to do it, and I certainly won’t be the last. Being a mistress is heavily frowned upon in our society, but in my case, I didn’t mind. I was just a she-wolf who was in love. What was wrong with that?After all, all is fair in love and war.My name is Megan Smith, and I am known as that ‘best friend’ who slept with her best friend's husband. Do I regret my actions? Of course not. I had been in love with Tristan Hale for as long as I could remember, and the night I gave my virginity to him was one of the best nights of my life.He was best friends with Shawn, my cousin, so I had known him before Elaine did. There wasn’t a night that passed when I didn’t wish for Tristan to be my mate. He was perfect in my eyes, and nothing, not even the mate bond, could erase my feelings for him. I was 18 when I found my mate, John, but I decided to reject him because I couldn’t see my
Elaine“This is it! You can do this, Elaine!” I told myself as the elevator opened to my desired floor. My stomach churned with nerves as I stepped at the Marketing Department flood. I clutched my bag a little tighter, trying to steady my breathing. This was my first day working under Nancy's supervision, and the anticipation was nearly overwhelming. The office was busy with activity. Wolves were talking, keyboards were clicking, and phones were ringing. The space was clean and modern. There were rows of cubicles and meeting rooms with glass walls. Bright posters of successful projects decorated the walls. Large windows let in a lot of natural light, making the office feel open and bright. Groups of employees gathered around tables and coffee stations, discussing some ideas with lively gestures.But as soon as I entered, the energy seemed to shift. Conversations stopped, and curious eyes turned toward me, assessing the new arrival. I felt a ripple of unease pass through the room but