"You can't be serious," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "These young wolves need proper guidance, not reckless-""What they need," Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, "is to learn real combat. No more of this dancing around each other, pulling punches, playing it safe." She turned to addr
Sylvia’s POV"Little wolf," Raven's voice was rough velvet in the candlelight. "just looking at you makes me hard. You're making it impossible for me to focus on dinner."His dark eyes traced my silhouette as he sat across our anniversary table, wine glass dangling forgotten from his fingers.I'd sp
Sylvia’s POVSleep eluded me after last night's revelation. I spent hours staring at the cold, empty space beside me in our bed.Dawn found me in our kitchen, staring at Astrid's photo from last night. The intimacy in their embrace twisted my heart, even though I knew - rationally - that Raven would
Sylvia’s POV"Just a bit further," Raven's warm hand pressed against my lower back, guiding me through the pack's shopping district. After yesterday's confrontation in my office, this sudden tenderness felt like a peace offering. "I want to show you something special."My wolf, still weak from what
Sylvia’s POVDawn light crept through Elena's guest room window, painting shadows on unfamiliar walls. I hadn't slept, the events from the jewelry store playing on an endless loop in my mind. The necklace. Astrid's tears. Raven's betrayal.A soft knock echoed through the house."Sylvia?" Elena's voi
Sylvia’s POV"You manipulative bitch!" Elena's voice cut through the pristine shopping atmosphere. Several customers turned to stare as she planted herself in front of Astrid. "Calling yourself his wife while wearing the jewelry you stole from his actual mate?"Astrid's practiced mask of innocence
Sylvia’s POV"You can't just bring her into our home without even discussing it with me," I said, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. We stood in our bedroom, where hours ago I'd been celebrating the possibility of having pups, of fixing our marriage. Now those dreams felt like ashes in my
Sylvia’s POVThe moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow through the bedroom window. His tall frame casts a shadow over me. My breath catches in my throat as he reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek. The touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. We hadn't been this close in m