~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.
The entire pack was in chaos for the first hour. Medical staff rushed here and there, attending to the injured while the corpses were carried away.I sat in the familiar living room with Zane beside me, watching as all this unfolded. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to be out of this place right now, but I couldn’t do that, at least not when I hadn’t gotten the information I wanted. “What happened?”The familiar voice tore me out of my dazed state. I raised my head and watched as my father walked in. He questioned a few of the guards around before he even took notice of Zane and I’s presence, and he did not look the happiest to see me. “Why are you here Cana? What did you do this time around? You know what, don’t answer that; answer the first: why are you here after I explicitly told you that the banishment is for three years?”He fired all questions at me all at once and honestly, I felt saddened by the fact that all he cared about was whether I had broken the rules given, rat
~Zane’s POV:I sat at the edge of my bed, face buried in my palms as my mind replayed my interaction with Cana.Oh, why did I snap the way I did? She must have been scared of me by now. ‘Damn,’ I cursed, knowing fully well that even under the minimal pressure she was putting me under by asking those questions, I should have kept in check. But for some reason, I snapped, and I-Ah, I sighed and cut my thoughts off before they could travel any further. Thinking about what I did to Cana shouldn’t be so discomforting, yet it was. Perhaps because I knew my actions would bring forth a boundary of walls that I was working on breaking down.I stood up from the bed and took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down.It worked, and after a few minutes, the raging desire that was ready to take over my body was tamed and I was able to think about the more pressing matter at hand. Cana wanted to know all about the creatures that attacked. Somehow, she seemed to have a hunch that I knew what th
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
Zane’s absence was already gnawing at her nerves, but Cana held steady. She could handle Axel; she had faced greater dangers and come out alive. Yet, as soon as the door opened, and Axel stepped into the house, Cana felt her pulse quicken with an unease that she hadn’t anticipated. Cana tried to reach Zane telepathically, stretching her senses to find any trace of his energy. Nothing. It was as if a thick, impenetrable fog blocked her mind. Panic began to claw its way up her spine as Axel took a step closer, his presence filling the room with a predatory calm.With a deep breath, she let her claws emerge. “Axel,” she warned, her voice low and firm. “Get out.”Instead of reacting, Axel smiled, a calm, almost indulgent smile that sent chills racing down her spine. Just before she lunged at him, he let out an invisible wave of Alpha pheromones. The scent hit Cana instantly, disarming her defenses and clouding her mind. She stopped in her tracks, caught off guard by the intoxicating arom
Zane had never felt this powerless. Each day that passed, the emptiness of his bank accounts and the silence from his contacts made the reality hit harder: everything he had built was gone. The wealth, influence, and respect he had taken for granted had been stolen in an instant, leaving him with nothing but the remnants of his former life. No matter how many times he replayed it in his mind, the betrayal by Leno gnawed at him, a deep, festering wound. He knew Leno was the only one who could’ve orchestrated such a calculated attack, but without solid evidence linking him to the transfer, Zane’s hands were tied. Cana tried to offer comfort, but her efforts were bittersweet. She’d offered financial help, and while Zane appreciated her kindness, the thought of depending on her chipped away at his pride. Cana wasn’t just his partner; she was his equal, and he didn’t want her to feel burdened by his downfall. He felt a huge guilt each time she reassured him, knowing that she, too, was af
Cana woke in the morning light, feeling the comforting warmth of Zane’s presence beside her. For a fleeting moment, everything felt normal. She looked over at him, his face softened by sleep, his hand still loosely holding hers. The memories of the previous night lingered—a shared sense of belonging that had finally brought them both some peace. She allowed herself a small, contented smile, savoring the memory of his touch and the quiet they had found together. Reluctantly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and walked to the kitchen. After the chaos of recent days, she wanted to do something simple, something grounding, like cooking breakfast. But as she opened the fridge, a twinge of disappointment set in. It was nearly empty, save for a lonely jug of milk and a few eggs. She checked the cabinets—mostly bare. It was clear that, in the midst of everything with Axel, Zane hadn’t had the chance to stock up. The sound of footsteps stirred her from her thoughts. She lo
Lionel stumbled into the shadowed warehouse, each step scraping along the concrete as blood dripped steadily from his wounds. He reached for his neck, hissing in pain, and then sank into the nearest chair. The memory of Cana’s fierce power—the blackened eyes, the crawling darkness in her veins, and her merciless strength—was burned into his mind. What had happened to her? She was supposed to be weakened, practically broken. Instead, he had narrowly escaped with his life.As he breathed heavily, two hellhounds approached from the far end of the room. Akam’s gaze assessed him with an amused, unimpressed expression, while Larz stood quietly beside him, hands folded as he observed Lionel’s injuries.“Well, well,” Akam said, folding his arms and letting his voice cut through the silence. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”Lionel glared up at him, biting back his retort, though the pain in his body made it hard to keep his calm. “It’s not funny.”Akam shrugged, giving Larz a sidelong