~Ivy's POV:Axel was pissed when he returned that night. I could feel, see, and even smell it. When he stormed into the pack house disrupting the phone call I had been on, he looked like a madman right about ready to tear anything down anything that came into his path. What made him so mad? I wondered as I watched him for a few seconds, pacing the living room back and forth. I opened my mouth to question the sudden change in his mood, after all, he looked more than happy when he had left this morning, but one of the maids present beat me to it. “Alpha, is everything alright?”Axel shot her a glare that had me feeling glad that she was the one who had spoken first. Although I greatly doubted that Axel would have glared that way at me. He loved me far too much to do so. The maid, getting the memo, quickly bowed her head and scurried off, leaving Axel to continue his angered frenzy. Putting the phone away, I decided it was time to intervene and stood up. Approaching him, I release
~Cana’s POV:“How are you, Davis?” I asked as I, along with Talia and Zane, walked into the medical wing, heading towards the bed where the younger boy lay. He had been playing with some Lego toys, but the moment he heard his name, his head snapped up and his entire demeanor brightened. “Lady Cana!” He called out, happily. I smiled, relieved that the illness had not dampened his bright personality. I could tell Talia was feeling the same way because of how heavily she sighed. “Hey little one, how are you?” I asked. “Better,” He said and turned to Zane, waving his small hands in the air. “Hello, Alpha!”“Hey Champ, how are you holding up?”“I’m okay, Alpha. The nurse gave me food, and I’m getting better.”“That’s good to hear,” Zane smiled. “Keep getting better, okay? So you don’t worry your sister too much.”Talia’s eyes softened, and she smiled, mouthing a ‘Thank You.’I smiled at the interaction, before walking closer to Davis and running a hand through his hair.“What were yo
~Cana’s POV:Cassandra stormed into the kitchen and without an ounce of hesitation, she gripped my upper arm, nails purposefully digging into my skin as she yanked me away from the biscuit. I hissed in pain and glared at her. “Are you crazy?” My question stunned her, I could tell. Perhaps, she had expected the Cana who had tucked tails between her legs and ran, the one she was used to seeing, but no, today, she wasn’t dealing with that Cana.“You,” She began as soon as the surprise wore off. Her words were followed by a disbelieving scoff and then a smirk. “You rude bitch, how dare you talk to me that way?” She yanked on my hand once again, as if to prove a point in her next words. “Who do you think you are in this pack? A rouge thing like you dare open her mouth and disrespect me?”“And who are you that I shouldn’t disrespect?” Saying this, I yanked my hand free. “I’d behave if I were you, Cassandra, this isn’t Ivy’s playground. Look around and stop acting like a spoilt brat who ca
~Cana’s POV:“Indigestion?” I asked Doctor Maria based on what she had just told me. The Doctor nodded her head, but her attention remained on the bruise on my ankle. “Zane has always been a powerful Alpha since birth, unfortunately, his body couldn’t handle the amount of pheromone, hence the indigestion.” She examined the bruise once more and frowned, but I was too worried by what I had just heard to pay attention to whether her frowning was a bad or good thing. Zane had pheromone indigestion? For many people, it was a sign of showing the Alpha was strong, but I saw this as a means of silent suffering. Not only would the alpha constantly fall sick because his body can’t control the amount of pheromones it produces, but they also have a hard time shifting into their wolf form, because of the overflow.Pheromones were essential for an Alpha to shift, and the more a person produced, the easier shifting became.The only solution was for Zane to constantly take suppressants, and a lo
~Cana’s POV:Zane’s kiss was hungry and greedy, engulfing me like a fire burning out of control.It was a kiss that took the breath away from my lungs, caused my brain to short-circuit, and had the heat pooling in my stomach spread out.I had never been kissed so passionately, or even been kissed like this before.The sensation was intoxicating and I couldn’t bring myself to stop it.When his tongue brushed against the seam of my lips, I was hesitant, but I couldn’t deny him, coupled with the compelling scent of his pheromones, it was hard not to get swallowed by him. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before it was broken, and Zane pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our lips, but before it could break, he leaned forward, licking my lips and making me shudder.He pulled back, his gaze fixed on mine.I wasn’t sure what to make of his actions, but the fact that the kiss had taken my breath away was enough to let me know that he wasn’t planning on letting me go.“Cana,” His voic
~Cana’s POV:The bed was empty when I woke. Zane was nowhere to be seen and the scent of his pheromones had reduced, dwindling to its normal state.I stretched and was about to get up when the door was pulled open, and Leah came walking in, a tray in her hands and a worried expression on her face.“Lady Cana, are you okay?” She rushed to ask, placing the tray on the nightstand.I didn’t say anything, confused by her actions, but scrambled into a sitting position, hoping she didn’t think bad about seeing me lying in Zane’s bed. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I managed to ask once I had sat up. Leah hesitated and bit her lower lip, a habit I had noticed she had whenever she was nervous.“Well,” She started, wringing her hands together. “I-I don’t know, the Alpha…he, didn’t do anything to you, did he?”The confusion I felt slowly melted away and I smiled, silently appreciating her care and worry for me. “No, Leah, he didn’t.” I beckoned her over and when she was close enough, asked. “So yo
~Cana’s POV: I turned around to see Callahan, Sheila, and Lionel standing behind me. The first two had their hands folded, a glare present on their faces as they stared at the scene before them, While Lionel, well, his expression, for once, was unreadable. But I was damn sure, with Cassandra’s convincing act, looking the most pitiful and terrified I had ever seen her, he was buying it. “What do you think you’re doing, Cana?” Callahan repeated, his voice dripping with venom. “Do you think just because the Alpha has taken pity on you, you can bully members of this pack?” Saying this, he gestured for Sheila to go to Cassandra. She did so, violently brushing shoulders with me as she walked past. She knelt beside Cassandra, taking her hands in her as she questioned. “Are you okay? What happened?” Her voice sounded so tender that I would have mistaken her for a good person if she hadn’t picked on me several times in the past few days. Cassandra, being the good actress I only jus
~Cana’s POV:Less than an hour later, Lionel took the initiative to see to it that I was walked back and left within the comfort of my room. “Callahan can be a little…unpredictable at times,” He explained, grimacing at just the thought of the older wolf. It was surprising how he and Zane thought so differently about Callahan, though; I chuck that up to being the fact that Callahan was related by blood to Zane, while in Lionel’s case, I assumed him to be just a fellow pack member. “Stay in your room for a little while, at least until Zane returns and they’re completely powerless.”“And how long will that be?” I asked and watched Lionel glance at his watch. He frowned. “In the next four hours or so.”The news had me frowning along. Four hours of staying in my room didn’t seem all that pleasurable. But then, if I thought hard about it, a similar situation had once happened to me when I was in the Orleans pack. My father…Derek had been having visitors over, other high-ranking Alpha’s
“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
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