Sophia’s pov.For some reason, Caelum is concerned about the smear campaign going on about me online, and it takes me a moment to come to terms with it.Because it isn’t so bad to me. It’s Violet making her first move and that’s okay. She can’t hurt me directly anymore. The only thing she can do is hold onto Ulric and do his bidding, and I am way past the point where I consider that to be something valuable, or where I consider it to be something she’s taken from me.Right now, I feel nothing about it.I want to feel sorry for her, and I do, but not enough to care. She can fund a million more articles calling me every name imaginable, I wouldn't bat an eyelid to any of them.Yet Caelum though….“I’ll get it pulled down first.”His voice sounds calm and resigned as he begins, “Then block every other avenue they will have to put more out there.”That sounds like a simple statement. It sounds like an exceedingly simple statement, except I know how much it would take to get half the new
Kellen isn’t in the room anymore when I enter so I go out into the garden to look for him. I can already see the presence of him in my mind, can already feel the residue he left there, and once again I meet him lying on the bench and staring at the clouds overhead. It’s almost noon now so the sky is a patchwork of colors, a gentle artist’s creation as he drags his paintbrush across the canvas. I ask in a deadpan tone, “Am I to assume you left that nagging at the back of my mind so I could find you or were you waiting for someone already?” I ask because, from the look on his face, I get the feeling that he already knew I would be making my way down here. His response is sullen, “Who would the blind grown male possibly be waiting for?” Again, he sounds moody, and this time I do not let it bother me as much as it would have this afternoon because I have something bothering me too. Something he’s caused to bother me, and which he’s now responsible for explaining. “What did you mean b
Sophia’s pov. The reporter’s voice seems to ring in my head while I listen to the news and my heart quivers in my chest as the midday report begins. The intro sound dies down and the news caster’s voice projects out, “Good afternoon Werewolves and Lycans, This is KYC news channel and I'm Elena Konsis, bringing you the midday news, Thank you for tuning in. In recent events, famous Alpha werewolf and Billionaire Tycoon Alpha Ulric Highrise of the Spineridge pack was spotted earlier today, physically assaulting a reporter for following him and taking pictures of him and a female friend. The female reporter informed us that after suffering the hits from Alpha Ulric Highrise, she decided to leak the photos she took.” A picture comes up on the side of the screen and the reporter gestures, “In this picture, Alpha Ulric is seen leading a woman into a famous five-star hotel. Speculations are that this lady is another one of the Alpha’s lady friends. Mind you, Alpha Ulric is currently m
“What do you mean by divorce you?” Anger overtakes Ulric’s face and he glares at me, his eyes brimming with a low light as he scoffs and paces, running a hand through his hair. He releases his protest not a moment later. “This was just a mistake, Sophia! We can get over this, we don’t need a divorce. It would contradict your statement and everyone would think I'm a liar.” I shake my head and despite my better judgment, I choke out a bitter laugh. He still doesn’t get it. “We DO need a divorce. It’s obvious we do, and don’t worry, we can have the divorce done in private. No one has to know.” Ulric moves, the action swift and Alpha fast as he stops just an inch from me and roughly growls out, “I am not getting a divorce.” This is what breaks me. This is what makes me realize this isn’t going to be as simple as I thought. I stare my husband in the eyes and I swallow the bitterness in my throat away, my voice low and hoarse as I respond in an almost whisper. “I would have given
My feet are rooted to the floor and my eyes, on Violet’s smirking face. If there has ever been anything like sorrowful shock, this is it. I feel paralyzed right now. I have experienced Ulric’s girlfriends coming to me to ask for money as a form of settlement to keep their mouths shut. We always reach a bargain and after the deal is struck, I pay them and they go on their way, yet something tells me Violet doesn’t want money. She stands up, approaching me still smirking but I meet her halfway and in a burst of swift speed, I slap her. Tears sting the back of my eyes as the sound rings out and Violet gasps, her breath soft and unbelieving. When she looks up at me, there’s only one cold word on my lips, “Why?” Why would she do this to me? I… I took her as family. I took her as my own. We come from the same pack. It…. it doesn’t make sense. Violet glares at me as she straightens her posture, her hand falling from her cheek and her eyes burning with a deep-seated malice, her tone i
I settle into my seat and look around the bar. There’s a modest hat on my head because I’m not dumb. Things like this have become a necessary precaution whenever I go out in public because of the enemies I have made. I have done things for Ulric right under the public eye, things that would get me mobbed if my hat didn’t make me so ignorable and I was identified. I want to forget Ulric ever happened. I want to forget Violet ever happened. I want to forget that this is something that’s currently happening right now so I order some drinks. A soulful voice blasts from the speakers. The music soothes my nerves because I remember this voice, voices actually. They’re my favorite werewolf band, from when I was once a silly teenage girl. I can sense the auras of the different people scattered around the large bar. Otsana is on alert but she tells me we can be calm later because no one seems interested in us. I start with a bottle of vodka. The bartender stares at me a bit warily when
“I was worried, Luna Sophia. Where have you been?” Sorren badgers me with questions immediately I step through the front door and I sigh. “I was, at a friend’s place, Sorren. You don’t have to be worried about anything. How’s everyone been since last night?” The lie coats my tongue like cold tar but when I look up at Sorren, she doesn’t look like she suspects I'm lying. There’s a slightly sympathetic look on her face as she nods. “Everyone’s been fine, Luna. Miss Violet caused a bit of a scene when she was leaving, so we were worried that something had happened, and the news too…” I nod because, of course, it’d be stupid of me to think everyone wasn’t aware of it by now. I can tell Sorren is really concerned for me though so I give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine too, I just need to rest for a bit. I’ll be heading out again by 3 p.m.” She nods and takes my bag from me, “Everything will be set before then, Luna.” I’m grateful as I walk away and head up to my room. I hea
Brother? My eyes open wide and my hands turn clammy. I…… I fucked my husband’s brother? The room threatens to spin as I think of it but I keep a tight hold of my sanity. No, that.. can’t be. I heard that the old Alpha of the Spineridge pack had two sons. One of them is Ulric, the son the Alpha had with his Luna, But there was another child… a boy the Alpha had with an Omega. I know the boy was accused of stealing something from the pack, something valuable that made the Spineridge Alpha kick him out, but I don't know more than that. I didn’t dive too deep into my investigation because I felt it would be disrespectful to do that, both to my husband and to his family. My chest seems to become tighter the more I continue thinking of it because hells…. I had a one-night stand with him. My husband’s brother?! “I said, what the fuck are you doing here!” Ulric’s snarl ripples through the room and snaps me out of my thoughts immediately. I see his brother chuckle and move the
Kellen isn’t in the room anymore when I enter so I go out into the garden to look for him. I can already see the presence of him in my mind, can already feel the residue he left there, and once again I meet him lying on the bench and staring at the clouds overhead. It’s almost noon now so the sky is a patchwork of colors, a gentle artist’s creation as he drags his paintbrush across the canvas. I ask in a deadpan tone, “Am I to assume you left that nagging at the back of my mind so I could find you or were you waiting for someone already?” I ask because, from the look on his face, I get the feeling that he already knew I would be making my way down here. His response is sullen, “Who would the blind grown male possibly be waiting for?” Again, he sounds moody, and this time I do not let it bother me as much as it would have this afternoon because I have something bothering me too. Something he’s caused to bother me, and which he’s now responsible for explaining. “What did you mean b
Sophia’s pov.For some reason, Caelum is concerned about the smear campaign going on about me online, and it takes me a moment to come to terms with it.Because it isn’t so bad to me. It’s Violet making her first move and that’s okay. She can’t hurt me directly anymore. The only thing she can do is hold onto Ulric and do his bidding, and I am way past the point where I consider that to be something valuable, or where I consider it to be something she’s taken from me.Right now, I feel nothing about it.I want to feel sorry for her, and I do, but not enough to care. She can fund a million more articles calling me every name imaginable, I wouldn't bat an eyelid to any of them.Yet Caelum though….“I’ll get it pulled down first.”His voice sounds calm and resigned as he begins, “Then block every other avenue they will have to put more out there.”That sounds like a simple statement. It sounds like an exceedingly simple statement, except I know how much it would take to get half the new
Caelum’s pov.I watch the look on Sophia’s face.I watch how it morphs and changes from a look of blank neutrality, to one of light worry, and then back to her blank neutrality.The emotions her’s elicits in me are cool and calm for now, but I can feel the annoyance the worry she feels brings out in me. I can feel myself waiting for her to just show me an inkling of how much this hurts her, and give me the excuse to do what I've wanted to do for a while now.Murder my half-brother with my bare hands.“I can see Violet’s handiwork all over this.”Sophia’s response isn’t the one I’d been hoping for, and I chuckle internally at that while I feel a smile line my lips, because trust her to always surprise me. I ask more silently, like we’re the only people in the room,“Do you want to see what the public response is?”She saddles closer to me and nods, and suddenly I want to do nothing more than have her in my arms, her laps straddling me, my hands on her hips, and my mouth on hers, bringi
Everyone goes back in when they’re dirty and soiled enough, and soon it’s only me and my garden. I’d always wanted to grow a garden. I just didn’t have the chance to really do that in Ulric’s mansion, but now that I can, I want to do it here.I’m halfway through rearranging and reconstructing the mounds of soil my little gardeners did when I feel a presence at the entrance to the backyard.I dart my eyes over to see who it is, because it’s not Caelum, I'd have felt it if it was him, and I'm right.It isn’t him.It’s Sebastian instead.I really can’t help the memory flash that comes, and I let it because he’s essentially the first person I knew from this world.He was the bartender who saw me at my worst. Who saw me smiling through alcohol and pain, who saw me whistling along to the sound of my favorite band coming from the speakers in the bar, and who I blatantly told I wouldn't stop drinking, not even if he forced me.I haven’t gone near another bottle of alcohol since then, and that
Alora is snickering by the side of the wall and Ophelia is drawing with a light smile on her face, while I watch Dimitri… wreck the gardening mounds as he heaves and throws and just…“You could always ask him to stop y’know.”Kellen’s voice floats over from the bench he’s lain on, back against the stone, eyes to the skies, and voice oddly unfeeling as he makes that comment,He sounds calm, and he’s right, I could always ask Dimitri to stop, But so far, he’s the only one who’s offered to help me and he doesn’t seem to care that the others are saying he’s terrible at it, he’s doing what he’s doing regardless.I really want to ask him who taught him how to garden, but then I remember where they both were just a few days ago, and I keep my mouth shut.If Dimitri wants to ruin my garden to process his emotions, then he can. I’ll do my best to salvage what I can later.He seems really interested in actually doing the gardening, he’s doggedly adamant about planting the seeds, and playing wit
Caelum chuckles, and it’s a laughing kind of chuckle because I enjoy it. I hear his laughter, I hear the sound of it and I enjoy its raspy timbre. I enjoy how he sounds like he just can’t believe his ears. And I enjoy how his eyes seem to gleam a bit, whether with remorse or happiness - I don't know - as he asks, “How is my reason for killing more noble than yours?”Caelum asks a simple question, but it strikes me as hard because I would have to be honest with him on this, and I don't think I have been honest with anyone about this in a long time now.I don’t think anyone really cared to know, so I've never told them. Not Violet, or Ulric, or any of the people I considered family.I feel comfortable when I tell Caelum, “My reason for killing him was anger.”Something primal gleams behind Caelum’s eyes and I suddenly feel so small when he places his gaze on me.Like he could swallow me up with the intensity of that gaze, and I'd let him. Light goosebumps trail up my skin as I clear my
I do not ask Caelum for permission to go out anymore.My mind has already brought up another way of getting what I need to do, done, and though it wouldn’t be the most conventional way, I still accept it as a way because it is… and asking for permission to go out, would mean I’d have to go out if he agrees, and i don’t want to because that would entail me leaving his side,And I don't want to.I realized it as soon as Caelum started speaking to me and I started seeing him smile from some of the responses I gave him. His voice is filled with light wonder as he peers down at me from where he’s seated and asks,“You’re really the daughter of an Alpha?”I nod, not feeling offended at the fact that he’s making that statement, or that he seems to find the need to ask that question. Not many people know I am the daughter of an Alpha, but it seems like an important thing for my mate to know, and he did say he wanted to understand me.To understand me, he has to understand my background, and h
“You know half the city is looking for you right now, right?”I only catch a sliver of Sebastien’s statement before I leave the room, yet I can already tell what he’s speaking about, who he’s speaking of, and what the implications of his words are. A short thrill of fear shoots up my spine because though Caelum acts all cool and composed, I can tell what the implications of that video will be now that we’ve decided to keep it up.Caelum showed off weapons with the ability to level the greatest mansion in the history of the past ten years, along with that, he killed the aged leaders of a prestigious pack. No one would believe that would have happened if you told them, yet it did, and all the world will care to know is that those weapons are still in his care and they should not be.They’ll try to attack Caelum from all sides. They’ll try to come at him with lawsuits for lack of a license to handle such weapons, try to label him a national enemy, of course, the real consequences of Ca
Caelum’s face is scrunched in a light frown when he watches the video, but I notice there’s nothing foul about the frown.He looks conflicted, like he’s trying to decide on something and he can’t, so he’s keeping quiet about it. Mulling over it again and again in his thoughts.I feel a surge of worry and concern go through me and I speak without thinking about it any longer, “If you’re worried about the weapons and your identity, I'm sure we can find a way to get the video pulled down.I can.I can find a way to help with that. This video is only up because you came to save me, and I don't want that to affect you.” I realize how sappy I sound and some rebellious spirit in me lets out a barf sound, nope, it’s Alora. I shoot her a glare, and she looks away as she chuckles, but I feel Caelum’s gaze accurately on me. I feel the intensity of it, the moment it alights on me, and I feel the emotion that courses through it, his gaze bathes me in a subtle heat, like sunlight.And through it,