~Cana’s POV:Zane was visibly stunned by my request, confused even. I could see from where I sat as he opened his mouth, presumably to say something, something good, I hoped, but at the last moment, he shut his mouth. “Zane, take me to her?” I repeated, wincing at how harsh and commanding I had sounded. It wasn’t meant to come out that way. But with the minutes, or near hour that I had cried, both silently and outwardly, and the outburst just a short while ago, I could hardly blame myself. “Cana,” He began, softly as usual, but his eyes remained on the steering. I frowned at this. If he was going to discourage me from meeting this friend of his, someone I could for once feel like I belonged with, then why bring her up? However, his next words were far more different than I had expected. “I’m not going to discourage you and no way in hell am I going to stop you if you want to meet her, but I just have to know, why do you want to meet her?” He asked. For a few seconds, I stared s
~Cana’s POV:“Zane!” The man shrieked as he ran out of the house, but his voice was filled with more of a desperate plea for help and protection, rather than any intention to cause harm. Unintentionally, I chose to believe he shoved me out of the way, cowering behind Zane like a child who wished to use their father as a shield from his mother after damaging yet another one of said mother’s valuable plate collections. Not sure how to process the entries situation that had been thrown my way so suddenly, I watched with wide eyes as Zane chuckled at the man behind him. However, the man did not laugh alone. “She’s at it again,” He began, voice baring the same terror his face carried. “That bitch-““Yah!” A roar, in the form of a woman’s furious voice, was heard within the house, and I turned in the direction of the door just in time to see a lady with bright red hair stepping out, carrying along with her a…If my eyes could go wider than they already were, they did at the sight of a
~Cana’s POV:Although I had talked big, assuring Zane that I was okay and that he could trust me, the moment I stepped out of his line of sight and followed Raquel down the hallway, all that bravado vanished, replaced with a newfound sense of uncertainty.My mind raced, trying to come up with reasons as to why I should turn back and run into the room I had left Zane in, but I found none.If I did that, then not only would I disappoint him, but I’d also disappoint myself and end up not earning anything, knowledge-wise. Sighing, I glanced down the hall, taking note that, unlike the living room where Zane still sat, the hallway was littered with pictures, and a lot of them too.Curiously, I examined a picture, or rather, the three individuals who sat together.My eyes focused on the young lady, with long brown hair, who sat in the center. She looked familiar to some extent, but I couldn’t figure out who it was.The male beside her looked a lot like her, but younger. Perhaps her son, or
~Cana’s POV:I had only gone a few minutes into the book when I felt Raquel’s gaze, as intense as that of a hawk, studying me. I tried to ignore it, but when it started becoming rather…annoying, I knew I had to speak up. “Is something the matter?” I asked, trying my very best to not slam the pen I had in my hand down on my book. God, this just wasn’t what I had come here for. Although the books provided some knowledge, they were simple ones, ones I already knew by reading the books in Zane’s Library, so I wasn’t learning much. But, as much as I wanted to stop this school-like lesson, one look around the room, this very room that Raquel called her Lab, had me realizing just how skilled she must be, so I hoped that I would learn something new from her.Raquel, upon being called out, laughed a hearty one, one that made the corners of my lips twitch up.“You’re rather intriguing, but there’s something about you that I cannot quite place a finger on.” She muttered, getting up from her
Cana’s POV:Zane hadn’t said a word since we left Raquel’s lab. His hand rested gently on the small of my back as he guided me through the corridors of the mansion, but his usual warmth felt more like pressure tonight. I could feel the tension in him, and I knew he was holding back his questions, waiting until we were somewhere private. I wasn’t sure what he was more upset about the conversation I’d had with Raquel or the fact that I wasn’t being fully transparent with him.As we stepped out into the cool night air, I inhaled deeply, hoping it would calm my frayed nerves. The sky above was painted with stars, their soft glow reflecting Zane’s concern as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I could tell he was trying to gauge how much to push me, but I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not yet.The mansion loomed behind us as we reached Zane’s car. He opened the door for me, his brow furrowed in thought. I slid inside, grateful for the momentary reprieve from his gaze, though
Cana’s POV:Raquel’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy with foreboding. As I sat across from her in her lab, I could feel Zane’s presence beside me—solid, steady—but it did little to calm the unease that twisted in my gut. Her cryptic warnings about my mother’s legacy and the mark on my ankle made me feel like I was sitting on the edge of something dangerous, and yet, I knew I couldn’t turn back now. I had to see it through.Raquel eyed me closely, her sharp gaze flicking between me and Zane as if she were gauging our readiness for what was about to unfold."You used the ointment I gave you last night, didn’t you?" she asked, her tone more of a statement than a question.I nodded, unwilling to lie but unsure of where this was going. “I did.”Her lips quirked into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good. That’s the first step. But there’s much more to uncover. The mark on your ankle isn’t just a sign of your lineage, Cana. It’s a binding. A bond.”Zane’s hand tigh
Cana's POV:I stood frozen, watching as Otto’s message to Mia was relayed. The relief that surged through me was fleeting, replaced almost instantly by a wave of nausea. My limbs ached from exhaustion; my mind was still clouded with doubt. Otto had found me, but it didn’t erase the danger lurking in the shadows.“Mia’s on her way,” Otto said, pocketing his phone. “We’ll take you back to a safe place. We need to regroup. Something big is coming.”I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What do you mean, ‘something big’?”Otto’s eyes darkened. “The rogues. They’ve been gathering in numbers I’ve never seen before. It’s not just small groups anymore. They’re forming a pack of their own—an army. And they’re coming for the packs.”A chill ran down my spine. My memories of the attack were still fresh in my mind, the violence of the rogues, the blood, and the terror. But the thought of them forming an army was something else entirely.“I thought the rogues were too divided to band together,” I said,
Cana’s POVThe cold, hard ground beneath me was the first thing I became aware of as consciousness slowly returned. My head throbbed painfully, and my mouth felt dry like I hadn’t had water in days. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me—Mia’s apartment, the rogues, and Aiden, their sinister leader, looming in the background like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.My wrists stung, and I winced as I realized they were bound tightly by thick, rough ropes. A quick tug confirmed the worst—I wasn’t getting free without help. The air around me was musty, and it smelled like old wood and damp stone. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze from my vision, and looked around.I was lying on the floor of a moving van, the steady hum of the engine making my already-pounding headache even more. I twisted, shifting to get a better view of my surroundings. A few feet away, Otto was slumped against the wall, his face pale and bruised. His eyes were closed, and for a moment, pan
“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