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
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
ElaineMy apartment was a mess. Papers, books, and my laptop were scattered across the dining table. It was Sunday, and instead of unwinding and enjoying my day off, I was holed up inside, searching for information about the Elite Five. I was lucky we had a day off yesterday due to scheduled pest control in our building. Adding to the day today, it gave me two days to finish my task.The task Nancy had given me was like finding a needle in a haystack. It proved to be incredibly difficult since only a few in the business world knew about them. It was clear Nancy was serious about making things tough for me. If not, at least she would have given me some references for my research. But instead, she gave nothing but vague instructions. How the hell would I be able to accomplish this with my limited resources?My mind raced with worry as I felt the weight of the stress pressing down on me. Was there really a way for me to complete this task? Everything about the Elite Five was restricted o