Archer gently released me and stepped back, scanning the room as if expecting the shadows to move again. “Did you see anyone?”“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I just heard the knocking. It was so real. I swear, it wasn’t my imagination.”He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I believe you. But we need to figure out what happened,” he paused and squinted his eyes. “I’ll ask you again, Katrina. Are you alright?”Archer’s voice cut through my fear like a knife.“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to inform the security personnel—”“Give me that.” He reached over, snatching the telephone from my already shaking hand with a firm yet gentle grip. “Someone tried attacking a female worker inside her office! Where the hell were you?! Isn’t someone monitoring the CCTV cameras?!” His voice was a mix of fury and urgency as he barked into the receiver. He slammed the phone back into its cradle and turned to me, his eyes softened with concern. “Let’s go check the camera.”Nodding, I followed him
Archer.I hurried Katrina onto the bike, her eyes wide with lingering terror. “Get on!” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended. We couldn’t stay here. Not with that thing lurking.She climbed on, clutching me tightly as I revved the engine and took off. The roar of the bike drowned out the pounding of my heart, but I couldn’t shake the image of that creature from my mind. My eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of it shifting into a shadowy figure that seemed to melt into the darkness.“Archer, what was that thing?” Katrina’s voice was a mix of fear and confusion, her grip tightening around my waist.“I don’t know,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on the road. “But we’re not sticking around to find out.”We sped down the deserted streets, the wind whipping past us. I felt her trembling against my back, and I wished I could offer more reassurance. But the truth was, I had no idea what we were up against.“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice muffled by the wind and h
KatrinaI’ve been avoiding my parents more than usual lately, but it’s not like they’ve noticed. They’re probably relieved that I’ve stopped going to the site, away from Archer. The gym became my sanctuary, a place where I could drown out the noise in my head with the rhythm of my heartbeat. But during the day, I stayed in the library, surrounded by books that didn’t ask questions or offer unsolicited advice.As I was flipping through the pages of yet another novel, my phone buzzed beside me. Daphne’s name flashed on the screen. Again. I stared at it, debating whether to answer, but let it ring out like I had so many times before. A moment later, it buzzed again with a message.Daphne: If you won’t go to this party tonight, consider our friendship as dead!I groaned, dropping the book onto the table. “Is that a threat?” I muttered, shaking my head. Daphne had always been dramatic, but this felt like a new level. I couldn’t keep avoiding her forever.With a sigh, I shelved the book
My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the party’s music. Damien’s gaze bore into me, his eyes pleading for an answer I wasn’t ready to give. Caleb’s smirk only fueled my anger, his words like gasoline on a fire that was already burning out of control.“Katrina,” Damien’s voice was quieter now, almost desperate. “Is it true?”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to hold onto whatever composure I had left. The truth was a heavy weight on my tongue, one that I wasn’t sure I could swallow anymore.“What if it is?” I finally said, my voice cold, distant. I watched as Damien’s face crumpled, the pain in his eyes slicing through me like a knife.“So, you were with him?” His voice cracked, the hurt unmistakable.I didn’t answer right away, my mind racing through every memory, every moment I’d tried to bury. The late-night rides, the way Archer’s presence had become a comfort I couldn’t deny. But admitting it now, in front of everyone, felt like ripping open a wo
ArcherEven from across the room, I heard his voice clear as night sky, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Is it him? Archer Ellington, your fated mate?” His words were tinged with desperation.I pushed through the crowd, barely noticing the people around me as I honed in on her.“Dude, let’s get out of here!” Leon tried to grab my arm, sensing the tension in my movements, but I shook him off.“Back off, man!” “Archer, wait! Listen to me!” He grabs my collar and made me look at him. I clenched my jaw hard, looking at him angrily. He said, “This is a fight between rich kids! You’re not fucking going there or else you’ll be as good as dead!” I had to get to her, my mate. “I said… back off,” I barked at Leon, in which he immediately pull his hand off me.And then I saw him—Damien. He was standing too close to Katrina, his posture aggressive, his eyes wild with something that made my blood boil.“That’s enough!” I barked, my voice rough with anger as I stepped between them. My
Katrina.I wanted to crush that girl Megan’s skull in my hand, but I managed to rein myself in. This wasn’t my den—it was theirs, and I wasn’t about to make problems for Archer. Not tonight, anyway.“Come, Kat…” Archer grabbed my arm, his touch firm yet comforting as we wove through the crowd. The club was alive with noise—laughter, clinking glasses, and music that thrummed through the floor. The moment we approached a table, a group of people instantly recognized Archer, wrapping him in tight hugs and backslaps.“Wow, Archer! You’re here… and with a girl…” A middle-aged man staggered toward me, his beer sloshing as he swayed on unsteady feet. His eyes, glazed and slightly unfocused, lit up when they landed on me. “Oh, it’s a pretty girl! Miss, can I hold your hand?”“Lawrence!” Archer’s voice held a warning, but the man just laughed, a deep, belly-shaking sound.“Don’t be so tense, Arch! I’m just going to read her palm! It’s palm reading night!” he announced, and suddenly, the whol
After our staring contest, I looked away from Archer. My cheeks flushed because of embarrassment and being shy with what I had just done! What the hell was I thinking?Did I just let him kiss me? Again! I needed to get away from this awkwardness. He cleared his throat and said, “Well, that was, uh, unexpected from you. I didn’t know you could really dance.”“Yeah,” I exhaled a breath. “I didn’t know it too until tonight…” The idea sinks in my mind, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the passionate kiss we shared a minute ago! “Look, it’s Lawrence!” I pointed his friend who did palm reading to me to divert the topic. The room buzzed with energy as I spotted Lawrence and a group of guys gathered around a table, their cheers and shouts catching my attention. They were in the middle of an arm-wrestling match, and it looked like Archer was up next because his friends were already calling him.“Come here, you dickhead!” Leon said, grabbing his hand and made him sit across from a bearde
"Urgh! You dumbass bitch! Why did you do that?" I shrieked, the frustration echoing off the walls of my room. I stood in front of the mirror, glaring at my reflection, as if the girl staring back at me was someone else—someone who deserved all the blame."What were you thinking?" I muttered, my voice dripping with self-reproach. The memory of what I’d done to Archer replayed in my mind like a broken record.I tore my gaze away from the mirror, my eyes scanning the chaotic mess that was my wardrobe. Clothes were strewn everywhere—silk blouses crumpled over designer skirts, heels tossed haphazardly on the floor. I needed to clear my head, and I knew exactly how to do it."Gosh, I need to get out of here," I mumbled, rifling through the racks of clothes in search of something that screamed power and confidence. What better way to erase the memory of my embarrassment than with a shopping spree? Retail therapy always worked wonders, didn’t it?Sighing, I glanced at my reflection in the fu