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?" B
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 carefully
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 low
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 sa
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, trying
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 mys
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 I
Elaine I looked up to see a woman with short hair and eyeglasses smiling down at me."Thanks," I muttered, grateful for the kindness. She bent down and started helping me pick up the papers. Afterward, she offered her hand for a handshake, wearing her friendliest smile. "I'm Marie."Amidst the swirl of emotions inside me, I managed a small smile as I took her hand. "Elaine.""Nice to meet you, Elaine," Marie said. She handed me the stack of folders and papers she had gathered, and I nodded at her in appreciation.Just then, Nancy peeked through the door, her forehead creased as she said sharply, "Are you two coming, or do we need to start without you? We don’t have all day to wait. We have other important things to do."“Coming, Nancy. Sorry about that,” Marie replied, leading me inside. We hurried into the boardroom, carrying the documents between us. As we took our seats, I felt a little more at ease. Maybe, amidst the hostility, I had found an ally in Marie.As the meeting started,
ElaineLiz didn’t say anything. Her mouth opened a little, yet no words came out of it. The usual brightness in her hazel eyes turned into something uncertain She glanced down at the floor, then back at me. The pink color in her cheeks earlier was gone. Now, her face looked pale. The happy look she had when she arrived was replaced by sadness. Her lips pressed together tightly as if she was trying to hold back her feelings.“I’m sorry,” she finally said. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood. I should have kept quiet instead of sharing—”“Stop,” I said gently as I cut her off. I reached out and took her hand. I held her warm hand firmly to let her know what I really felt inside. “You don’t have to say sorry, Liz. You were just telling me something about your life. And I’m happy you did. That’s what best friends are for.”Her brow furrowed. "Yeah. But I don’t want to make things harder for you. I didn't even know what you were going through. What kind of best friend am I?”"It's my fault a
ElaineTrevor and I were sitting on the sofa. We do not talk much but feel relaxed in each other’s presence. This was how we normally spent the rest of the night before going to bed. Then, we heard a knock at the door. Trevor gave me a quick nod before telling me to stay while he got up to check. My heart was pounding inside my chest. Eventually, I reminded myself to stay calm and don’t let my overthinking get the best of me. The door opened, and Liz rushed in before Trevor could say a word. She was so full of energy and was like she was bringing the sunshine into the room. In one hand, she held a paper bag that smelled amazing. In the other, she carried a pile of colorful board games that wobbled as she moved. Her smile was so big, it made me smile too. “Hope you’re both hungry!” Liz said, setting the bag on the coffee table. The smell of sesame chicken and fried rice filled the room right away. Expectedly, it made my stomach rumble.“I’m in the mood to play some games tonight. Wh
Elaine“Hmm…”The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of coffee brewing and the faint sizzle of something cooking on the stove. Trevor stood at the counter with his sleeves rolled up. He was too focused on chopping vegetables with such precision that seemed almost out of place in such a casual setting. I leaned against the counter opposite him as I watched his hands move.“You’re really good at that,” I teased to break the silence. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”He glanced up at me. A playful smile appeared at the corners of his lips. “A man’s gotta eat, Elaine. Besides, you’d be surprised what a few cooking shows can teach you.”I laughed softly. And it sounded light and free. Something I hadn’t felt in days. It amazed me how easily Trevor could make me forget the heaviness that seemed to cling to me lately.“Do you want to help? Or are you just going to stand there admiring me?” he teased before tossing a piece of chopped carrot in my direction.I caught it mid-air and
MeganI was knee-deep in paperwork. My desk was full of piled files and documents demanding attention. The sound of the clock ticking faintly in the background was the only company I had in the silence of my office. I barely glanced up when Marie entered. But she sounded like something was urgent which made me pause.“Miss Megan, the peacekeepers are here. They said it’s about Elaine Scott,” she announced.Elaine Scott. My hand froze mid-signature. I looked up sharply and masked my unease with a calm smile. “Send them in.”Marie nodded. Then she stepped aside to let them enter. Two officers walked in. Their presence was shouting authority. I gestured toward the chairs opposite my desk. “Please, have a seat.""Thank you," They uttered before settling in. I put down the pen I was holding and smiled at them before asking, "How can I help you, officers?”One of the officers, a tall man with a stern expression, got straight to the point. “We’re investigating an incident involving Miss Ela
TristanI had not planned to follow them. It wasn’t something I’d intended to do, but the moment I saw them leaving Elaine’s apartment together, curiosity turned into an uncontrollable pull. Trevor’s car disappeared into the distance. And I found myself trailing them. I couldn't resist it. The mere sight of Elaine beside him stirred a storm within me. I noticed how she smiled at him so easily. My blood was boiling as I realized that it seemed to belong to that bastard now. It was hard to believe that she would easily give it to another wolf just like that. It felt like all the moments we shared had disappeared. It felt like those were replaced by something I couldn’t reach.“As if you shared something wonderful with Elaine. You’re not fooling anyone, Tristan,” My wolf uttered sarcastically inside my head which I chose to ignore.Even if I walked a few distances away from them, they didn’t seem to notice me. They were too engrossed in their world. Trevor’s hand guided Elaine protecti
ElaineThe drive to my apartment was quiet. Trevor was driving beside me, and his calm presence made me feel safer. That was something I was so grateful for.Earlier, Trevor said something that stuck in my mind. He told me I couldn’t let my fear control me. He was right. If I stayed afraid forever, I would lose who I was. I've come so far to claim my life back from my failed marriage and I couldn’t let all those efforts go to waste simply because I was afraid to die.As we arrived at the apartment complex, Trevor parked near the entrance. He looked at me and smiled. “I’ll wait here,” he said gently. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”His words made me feel a little braver. “Thank you,” I said softly before stepping out of the car.Walking into the building, I felt a mysterious chill. Everything looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same. My heart started beating faster as I opened the door to my apartment. Suddenly, the memory of that awful box flashed in my mind. I stood
ElaineI couldn’t shake the heavy feeling brewing inside me. It stayed like a shadow, always following me wherever I went. The thought just wouldn’t leave me alone.Someone wanted me dead, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.Even when I tried to feel safe, my mind kept overthinking. I was even afraid to close my eyes, feeling that, at any moment, someone might barge through the door and kill me. Despite Trevor being here to accompany me, it did nothing to ease my fear. Not because I doubted his ability to protect me, but because I was afraid he would get hurt because of me again.My concerns were valid, right?Trevor must have noticed my distance. He always did. I heard his soft footsteps walking toward me and soon, he was sitting next to me. He didn’t have his usual smile. Instead, he looked worried.“You’ve been quiet all day,” he said gently, “I am not used to you being like this.”I let out a shaky breath and held the edge of the chair tightly. “How can I not be? Someone out t
TristanMy room felt like a prison. The walls were cold and suffocating. I was a free wolf, but I obviously didn’t feel like one.I smirked at my own thoughts. As an Alpha, I shouldn’t have felt this way. Mom and Dad had given me a little kingdom of my own to rule. I had money to spend on anything and servants willing to do all my bidding.But none of that mattered. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, every thought dragged me back to the same place.After the council meeting earlier, I felt like even my birthright as Alpha could be taken away from me at any moment, just because they weren’t satisfied with my rule anymore.Pathetic, wasn’t it?I felt alone. Truly alone. I had no one to turn to. Nothing to quiet my thoughts or provide comfort when I needed it. For the first time in years, I felt the burden of being alone.My parents were long gone.My best friend, Shawn, had died years ago.Aunt Melina had lost her mind to the point where I could
Elaine“Yes, Mr. Smith. It’s been… a challenging few days. I appreciate your understanding.”Mr. Smith’s voice echoed through the receiver. “Elaine, you don’t have to explain. Take the time you need. You’ve earned it. In fact, take as long as necessary.”I sighed. I was touched by his generosity but shook my head instinctively. Even though he couldn’t see me, I knew that the message would be clear. “A week will be enough,” I replied. “I just need a little time to clear my head and settle things. If I need more, I promise I’ll call.”“Good,” he replied after a pause. “But remember, the offer stands. Call me if you need an extension. We’ll manage, Don’t worry.”“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a swell of gratitude. “I’ll keep you updated.” With that, I ended the call and set my phone down on the coffee table.A quiet moment passed before Trevor appeared. A steaming cup of tea was in his hands. He offered it to me with a small and warm smile. “Here. I thought you could use this.”I too