Cana’s POV: I slept over Zane’s words as he had suggested. Sun down the following day, I made my way towards his room and gently knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, revealing Zane in a black robe that barely covered his chest and reading glasses. He regarded me for a second, before asking. “Is everything okay?”I quickly averted my gaze from his exposed chest, twiddling with my fingers “Yeah, everything’s fine. I uh…thought about your offer.”“Ah, I see,” Opening his door wider, an obvious invitation into his room, Zane turned around and walked further Into his room. “Come in, let’s discuss more if you want.”I hesitated for a few seconds, before finally following behind him. The scent of his pheromones was stronger, lingering in the air like perfume sprayed fervently. I gulped and felt the pit in my stomach knot funnily, but I decided to ignore it. “So,” He sat opposite me once I had taken my seat, placing his arms on his knees and intertw
Cana’s POV:“A welcoming party?” Zane arched a brow at the new information I had just given him, which had just been given to me by Penelope. I nodded, gathering the files I was meant to turn into H.R.’s office. “Penelope said it’s a ritual, throwing parties for newbies.” I didn’t allow it to show on my face, but the idea of attending a party made me feel excited. I was finally starting a life free of worry, free of the mocking stares of my pack members, and most importantly, free of the fear that haunted me each time I doubted Axel’s love. I breathed out in relief at the thought. God, that type of life sounded blissful and that was the type of life I was going to live starting now. “I’ve never heard of it,” Zane’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I paused and tilted my head in a questioning manner. Was that a joke? Zane had never heard of a party being thrown at his own company. Was he engrossed in his work? Shaking my head, I asked. “What a boss you are.”“So, you’re goin
~Zane’s POV:I stared at the last message Cana had sent. Seated in the driver seat of my car, I glanced up at the location Ashley had sent me, the location where Cana’s party was happening, and wondered if I needed to come here.She seemed to have been having fun, or at least her message said so. So, there wasn’t any danger and any need to be here. Silently, I breathed out a sigh of relief, ready to return home and await Cana’s arrival. But the action was cut short when the sound of the back door, one which I happened to be parked in front of, flew open. It banged against the wall with such force that it instantly grabbed my attention and I was thankful because if it hadn't happened that way, I never would have seen that bastard carrying Cana’s unconscious body out. My heart skipped a beat and anger erupted in the depths of my stomach like blooming flowers. “Hey!” I called out as I stepped out of the car, not even caring to slam the door behind me.Jason, that bastard, froze and
~Cana’s POV:The first time I woke, it was to the feeling of scorching heat, traveling at an excruciatingly slow pace across my body. My throat was dry and thirsted for something I had never tasted. What it was, even I didn’t know. But I tried my best to pull my mind away from the thirst, stirring in the bed below me and trying to focus on prying the suffocating attire off my body. Voice, or rather, a voice, reached my ear. It sounded distant, but familiar nonetheless. The space beside me dipped, I wanted to open my eyes, but couldn’t bring my body to do so. Hands, gentle and comforting, ran themselves through my hair, and I felt myself being pulled against a cold surface. It was comforting, enough to get the fire in me dying down slowly.Coupled with the sweet smell that invaded my nostrils, I couldn’t fight against the sudden sleepiness and soon found myself drifting off, again.The second time I woke, the feeling was much more different. I felt less heated, but I guessed that c
~Cana’s POV:My sleep was peaceful, accompanied by the sound of birds chirping and a distinct hum in the distance. Slowly, I stirred in bed, taking my time before I peeled my eyes open. When I did, I was welcomed by the sight of a familiar bedroom, one belonging to Zane. I quickly recalled how I had come to his room and how he had graciously offered his bed to me, while he slept on the couch. I chuckled, lightly. Seemed like chivalry wasn’t all that dead. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention away from the empty chair. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom and got my first shock of the day. Zane stepped out, wearing nothing but grey joggers and a hand towel placed around his neck. His hair was still damp and clung to his face. The scent of his bath mist mixed with the subtle scent of his pheromone, smelt heavenly. If I didn’t know my place in this situation, I would have drooled like a mad dog. “Oh, Cana,” Zane finally noticed that I had woken up after a
~Cana’s POV:Axel stepped into the meeting room and my world seemed to spin.He was the last person I wanted to see, the last person I wanted to talk to, the last person I wanted near me, the last person I wanted to be in the same room with, and yet, here he was, staring at me, wearing that sick grin.He knew, he had known all along, that I was with Zane, which was the reason he had proposed a collaboration to the company, that Zane’s company so happened to be working with.That sick bastard. He was holding onto a vendetta that was uncalled for. But could I be surprised, this was Axel we were all talking about. The bastard once attempted to banish someone from the pack, over something as simple as a loan and this was his ego being bruised here, of course, he’d hold a vendetta. “Alpha De Luca,” Axel greeted, his eyes remaining glued to mine. “What a coincidence. We meet again.”Zane did not respond, nor did he look amused. The way his eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched, he l
Zane’s POV: I was trying to work, or at least, I attempted to, right before the sound of rapid knocking filled my ear. I was in a bad mood, always had been after running into the stinking mutt at Jule’s Crop, and was about to send whoever it was knocked away, that is until the faint smell of Cana’s pheromones drifted into my nose.It was subtle, but enough to tell me it was her.My mood lifted slightly but was overlapped by the worry evident in her knocking. I abandoned the documents in my hand and headed for the door.“Cana,” The moment I opened the door, the sight of a worried Cana greeted me.Her scent was filled with panic; her face was contorted with fear, and her entire body trembled with worry.She looked at me and hesitated, almost as if she didn’t want to tell me at first, but after several seconds, she blurted out.“Something’s happened to Mia.”My brows creased. “Mia?”“My closest friend,” She explained, wringing her fingers together in an anxious way. “She called me ea
~Cana’s POV:Immediately after the guard’s words, power in the entire house went out, plunging us into a world of darkness.From beside me, Mia yelped in surprise. I also would have done the same if not for the comforting presence that I recognized in front of me in seconds. It was Zane, quickly acting like a protective shield if something was going to happen to me; I knew. Sadly, as much as I appreciated his effort, it made things harder for me. His acting the way he has always done was making things harder for me. “What is the meaning of this?!” Axel demanded, looking around in the dark room. “What’s going on?”His words were followed by a loud shatter and a scream.The sound of something falling came after that, along with several grunts and groans.It was like a war was raging, and we could only hear the aftermath of it.“Someone’s fighting?!” Ivy’s voice was filled with panic. I could vaguely see the way she stepped back, preparing to bolt at any given time. I shook my head.
Shadows of PowerThe morning sun filtered through the thick curtains of Zane's house, but Cana barely noticed. Axel hadn’t contacted her telepathically for a while, so she decided to get him off her mind by trying to tap into the dark powers within her; sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of her room, she focused on the strange energy that had been stirring within her for weeks. The dark power hummed beneath her skin, urging her to let it out. She closed her eyes, her breathing steady as she tried to channel it.At first, nothing happened. But then, a spark of energy surged through her fingertips, and the air around her seemed to shimmer. A vase on the nearby table rattled and then shattered into pieces. Cana flinched, opening her eyes.“What the hell was that?” she muttered to herself.The door to her room burst open, and Mia appeared, her eyes wide with alarm. “Cana! What’s going on in here?”Before Cana could answer, Mart peeked in from behind Mia, his usually calm demeanor re
Zane sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the reports in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation with Cana replayed over and over in his head. She had apologized, but the lack of clarity still gnawed at him. Her words felt more like a pacifier than the truth.“Are you going to stare at that paper until it bursts into flames?” Mart’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. Mart leaned against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face.Zane sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t shake this feeling. She’s hiding something, and it’s not just about that night. There’s more.”Mart entered the office, closing the door behind him. “Look, Cana’s been through a lot. Maybe she’s trying to protect you or herself. Have you thought about that?”Zane shook his head. “That’s the problem. I don’t want protection. I want honesty. If she’s keeping secrets, it could put all of us at risk.”Mart frowned. “You think it’s connected to Axel?”Zane nodded. “ I don’t think so.”Meanwhile,
“Do you think he knows?”Zane sat in his office, his hands clasped together tightly on the desk as he listened to Mart’s incessant pacing. The tension in the room was palpable, the soft shuffle of Mart’s shoes across the floor punctuated only by his muttered thoughts. Cana and Mia sat nearby, exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity.Mart finally stopped, turning toward Zane with wide, panicked eyes. “Do you think he knows?”Zane leaned back in his chair, his gaze calm but calculating. “Knows what?”“This morning,” Mart began, his voice trembling, “the cops called me. Apart from Axel, there were 4 other buyers for your shares; today, They were asking questions about the four clients who…died. How the hell did all four of them just end up dead.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I am sure he’s behind it; do you think Axel figured it out? That I’m a fake? That I had something to do with it?”Zane’s expression darkened slightly, though he remained composed. “It
Cana crept through the front door, the soft creak of the hinges reverberating through the quiet house. She glanced at the clock: 12:03 AM. Everyone should be asleep by now, she thought, her footsteps light as she made her way to the stairs.“Where are you coming from?”The voice, sharp and unmistakable, stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her heart sinking when she saw Zane standing in the living room, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and piercing.“I went to see a friend,” she replied, her voice barely steady.“Don’t lie to me,” Zane said, stepping toward her. His tone was controlled, but there was an edge of fury in it that Cana had never heard before.Her pulse quickened. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and Zane could hear it too.“You never told me you were leaving,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “And your heart is racing. Where. Were. You?”Cana had never seen this side of him before. Zane was always calm, gentle, and understanding. But this version of him—
The air was thick with tension as Cana reluctantly made her way to Axel’s private suite as usual. But tonight was different; she didn’t leave Zane's house by 3 am his time each step she took felt heavier than the last, and the weight of Axel’s control pressed down on her. The blackmail hung over her like a dark cloud, and though she despised being summoned, she had no choice but to comply.Axel had requested her presence to “celebrate,” but Cana knew better than to trust his motivations. She clutched the straps of her bag tightly, her mind racing with strategies to deflect his probing questions and maintain her composure.When she arrived, the door was slightly ajar. She knocked gently before stepping in.“Ah, Cana,” Axel’s voice was warm and inviting, but she could see the calculating glint in his eyes. He gestured toward a table laden with expensive wine and delicacies. “Join me. Tonight, we celebrate new beginnings.”Cana forced a small smile and moved cautiously to take a seat acr
Zane sat alone on the edge of the master bed, his eyes fixed on the glow of the bedside lamp. The shadows danced on the walls as his thoughts went back to Axel. Every time he tried to bury the past, every time he tried to forget, the memory of Axel attacking Cana while he was at the diner was still fresh in his mind; well, at least, that was what he believed from Cana. That moment had made his hatred wor and cemented his plan to destroy Axel piece by piece.But patience was key. The shares he secretly held were more than just a financial asset; they were leverage. Selling them now would give him the funds he needed to launch his next move without exposing himself. Axel had no idea who the real shareholder was, and Zane intended to keep it that way.A sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.“Come in,” Zane called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.Mart stepped in, his face a mix of weariness and curiosity. He had been running errands for Zane all day and had th
Axel’s POVThe dim light of the early morning entered through the curtains as I laid back against the plush pillows, my eyes fixed on Cana. She moved quietly around the room, gathering her things, avoiding even the slightest glance in my direction. I could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of how conflicted she must feel.“Enjoyed yourself tonight?” I asked, my tone dripping with mockery.Her shoulders stiffened at the sound of my voice, but she didn’t bother to turn around. She continued dressing as if I wasn’t even there.“Don’t contact me ever again,” she muttered coldly, picking up her belongings and heading toward the door.I chuckled softly as I propped myself up on one elbow, watching her walk away.“I’ve told you this so many times; your words don’t match what you showed me tonight, Cana,” I said, more to myself than to her.She slammed the door behind her without another word, leaving me alone in the luxurious pentho
Lionel leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the polished surface of the conference table. The quiet hum of the room was broken only by the occasional rustle of paper from Larz and Akam, his two closest allies. Both sat opposite him, their postures tense and their eyes expectant. Lionel exhaled slowly.“That’s the plan for now,” Lionel said, his voice low but filled with determination.Larz, the larger of the two, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “So we just wait? Until she’s... pregnant?”Lionel’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Unfortunately, yes. That’s Axel’s focus right now.”Akam shook his head, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table. “And what about Zane? We all know Axel doesn’t care about him. He’s leaving him to rot, but Zane’s still a problem—for you”Lionel’s smirk widened. “Zane is no longer a problem. He’s a pawn. Broken, desperate, clinging to what little he has left. Axel may not care, but I do. Zane’s pack will be mine soon enough.”Larz raised an eyeb
The sunlight passed through the hospital room windows, casting a soft glow on the e walls. Cana sat on the edge of her bed, the hospital sheets tangled at her feet. She was fully healed, her supernatural abilities healing the wounds overnight. Yet, the bruises on her soul felt raw and unrelenting.Zane’s voice drifted from the hallway as he spoke to the doctor. She strained to catch their conversation, hoping to discern whether her story from the night before had been convincing.“She’s recovering well,” the doctor said. There was a pause, and Cana’s heart raced as if it sensed trouble.“What concerns me,” the doctor continued, “is that her injuries... they appear to be self-inflicted. The cuts, the angles—it’s highly unusual. You may want to speak with her about—”“That’s enough,” Zane interrupted sharply.Cana’s stomach twisted. She couldn’t see his face, but his tone betrayed his unease.Moments later, Zane entered the room, his expression guarded. “Ready to go home?” he asked, his