At home, while packing her bags, Elena tried not to tremble in Evan's presence. James had personally taken charge of explaining to her boss why she would be absent.She didn’t know the details, much less if James would really go to the local magazine's office, but she decided not to ask questions. The less impertinent she was, the more chances she had to take advantage of this unexpected kindness from the relentless duo of Wolves."Pet." Evan's voice sounded in the room.Elena glanced at him sideways while continuing to pack her clothes. The dark-haired man was sitting on the black pouf next to the bed, sipping the tea he had ordered the journalist to make as soon as they arrived at the apartment."Yes?"Evan crossed his legs, watching her with a calculating and penetrating gaze."You understand the seriousness of the situation, don't you? James is doing you a big favor."Elena swallowed hard and nodded."I understand. I thank you both for this."He smiled slightly, but his eyes showe
Elena's heart stopped for a moment, and her stomach churned. She looked at Evan, hoping he was joking, but the cold, impassive look on his face made it clear there was no room for doubt or questions. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to rebel, to fight against this humiliation, but she knew there was no way out. Not in this situation.With trembling hands, she began to unbutton her shirt, her eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room was palpable, and her breathing seemed to echo in her own ears.Evan remained silent, watching her like a predator about to pounce. Every move she made was analyzed with surgical precision, every hesitation noted mentally.Elena removed her shirt and started to unbutton her pants, feeling stripped of any dignity, not just physically but emotionally as well. It was as if she were shedding all her defenses, all her resistance, and completely surrendering to his control.When she was finally down to her underwear, she stopped, waiting for furt
Silverbook was a beautiful city.Quite different from the one she had left behind, Elena thought, inside Evan's luxurious car. He would be the one keeping an eye on her while she stayed at Clara's house.The streets of Silverbook were adorned with lush trees and colorful flowers that contrasted vividly with the well-preserved, old architecture buildings. The morning sun illuminated the city in a postcard-perfect way, and for a brief moment, Elena managed to forget the tension and fear that had accompanied her since her last... conversation with Evan.The car stopped smoothly in front of an elegant and imposing house, surrounded by a well-tended garden."You didn't mention your sister lived in such a beautiful house," commented the Wolf, the first sentence he had spoken during the entire trip."I didn't know. But she probably got it because some rich man financed her," the woman replied, looking at him. "And why didn't you let her bring me here herself? How did you manage to convince h
She looked around, but the square was deserted, only the night breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. Maybe it was just paranoia, or maybe she really was being watched. Either way, she couldn't afford to hesitate.Elena entered the hotel and was greeted by a friendly receptionist who promptly checked her in. After receiving the room key, she took the old elevator, which creaked as it ascended to the third floor. The room was small but comfortable, with a window overlooking the main street.She threw her bag onto the armchair and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The last few hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, and now she needed a plan. Evan had promised to cover her mother's treatment expenses, but the price was too high.She thought about the document he had mentioned. Silverbook was a small town, which meant there were only a few places where something so important could be kept. She suspected she would need to infiltrate some local institution, perhaps a ban
A week had passed since that night. Silverbook continued its slow pace, but for Elena, the days had been a mixture of anxiety and tension. She had visited her mother daily at the hospital, where the treatment was finally underway. With each visit, she saw her mother's gradual improvement but also felt the growing weight of what she had done to get to this point.She and Clara hadn't spoken since then. Not that Elena really wanted to reconnect with her sister. She had been completely rude and discourteous by throwing all the financial responsibility on the journalist, especially after saying such vile things.There was a knock on the hotel room door. Huffing, Elena said she didn't want room service, but whoever it was insisted."I said I don't want room service," Elena complained again.The door opened anyway.A handsome man with light hair and blue eyes entered the room, dressed in sophisticated and elegant attire.Elena felt her mouth go dry."James? What are you doing here?"Closing
...an unexpected refuge amid the chaos of her life. The touches of Evan and James were simultaneously delicate and fiery, each caress carrying deep meaning. It was as if, for a moment, all her worries and responsibilities were set aside, allowing her to be just Elena.The room seemed to envelop the three of them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The soft lights cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the sound of wine being poured into glasses mingled with whispers and gentle laughter. Elena felt wrapped in a veil of security and desire, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.Evan gently pulled her onto his lap, continuing to kiss her with controlled passion while his hands explored the curve of her back. James, on the other side, kept her close, murmuring words of affection in her ear, his lips tracing a path of fire down her neck and shoulders.Each touch, each kiss seemed to dissipate a little more of the tension Elena carried on her shoulders. She allowed herself to ful
Evan and James were in a dark room filled with advanced technology, their faces illuminated only by the glow of the computer screens. The tension in the air was palpable, and both were clearly anxious about the unfolding situation."The tracker says she's on the outskirts of the city," Evan murmured, his voice deep and full of concern. His fingers flew over the keyboard, trying to pinpoint the signal.James stood beside him, staring intently at the screen with a clenched jaw. He got up and started pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back."Why can't we find more information about who took her?" James asked, his voice laden with frustration. "All the cameras are offline and nothing points to a clear identity.""It's as if they know exactly how to stay off the radar," Evan replied, his expression focused. "I need to figure out exactly where she is. If I can get a reference point, I can try to track her location more accurately."The two men turned back to the screens, wh
The surrounding music is intoxicating. Colored lights dance on the ceiling and floor, spreading across the walls and the dancing bodies of those present. Men and women, dressed in lavish and voluptuous attire, fill the room. Elena, doing her best to remain unnoticed, can't help but stare at everydetail of the place. That very day, she had been tasked with covering what could be the biggest scoop of her life; the news that would radically change her career and finally put her in the journalism spotlight. The high-heeled shoes cramped her feet; the neck jewelry and unnecessarily ostentatious earrings bothered the sensitive skin of her ears terribly, but she had nothing left to lose. Her triumph was undeniably near. Still walkingat a slow pace, gazing at the splendid sight that this place showed her, Elena noticed that many of the corridors were dark. Paying more attention, some of them led to rooms; strictly secretive rooms. She tried, but failed to stop the smile that crept across h
Evan and James were in a dark room filled with advanced technology, their faces illuminated only by the glow of the computer screens. The tension in the air was palpable, and both were clearly anxious about the unfolding situation."The tracker says she's on the outskirts of the city," Evan murmured, his voice deep and full of concern. His fingers flew over the keyboard, trying to pinpoint the signal.James stood beside him, staring intently at the screen with a clenched jaw. He got up and started pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back."Why can't we find more information about who took her?" James asked, his voice laden with frustration. "All the cameras are offline and nothing points to a clear identity.""It's as if they know exactly how to stay off the radar," Evan replied, his expression focused. "I need to figure out exactly where she is. If I can get a reference point, I can try to track her location more accurately."The two men turned back to the screens, wh
...an unexpected refuge amid the chaos of her life. The touches of Evan and James were simultaneously delicate and fiery, each caress carrying deep meaning. It was as if, for a moment, all her worries and responsibilities were set aside, allowing her to be just Elena.The room seemed to envelop the three of them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The soft lights cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the sound of wine being poured into glasses mingled with whispers and gentle laughter. Elena felt wrapped in a veil of security and desire, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.Evan gently pulled her onto his lap, continuing to kiss her with controlled passion while his hands explored the curve of her back. James, on the other side, kept her close, murmuring words of affection in her ear, his lips tracing a path of fire down her neck and shoulders.Each touch, each kiss seemed to dissipate a little more of the tension Elena carried on her shoulders. She allowed herself to ful
A week had passed since that night. Silverbook continued its slow pace, but for Elena, the days had been a mixture of anxiety and tension. She had visited her mother daily at the hospital, where the treatment was finally underway. With each visit, she saw her mother's gradual improvement but also felt the growing weight of what she had done to get to this point.She and Clara hadn't spoken since then. Not that Elena really wanted to reconnect with her sister. She had been completely rude and discourteous by throwing all the financial responsibility on the journalist, especially after saying such vile things.There was a knock on the hotel room door. Huffing, Elena said she didn't want room service, but whoever it was insisted."I said I don't want room service," Elena complained again.The door opened anyway.A handsome man with light hair and blue eyes entered the room, dressed in sophisticated and elegant attire.Elena felt her mouth go dry."James? What are you doing here?"Closing
She looked around, but the square was deserted, only the night breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. Maybe it was just paranoia, or maybe she really was being watched. Either way, she couldn't afford to hesitate.Elena entered the hotel and was greeted by a friendly receptionist who promptly checked her in. After receiving the room key, she took the old elevator, which creaked as it ascended to the third floor. The room was small but comfortable, with a window overlooking the main street.She threw her bag onto the armchair and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The last few hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, and now she needed a plan. Evan had promised to cover her mother's treatment expenses, but the price was too high.She thought about the document he had mentioned. Silverbook was a small town, which meant there were only a few places where something so important could be kept. She suspected she would need to infiltrate some local institution, perhaps a ban
Silverbook was a beautiful city.Quite different from the one she had left behind, Elena thought, inside Evan's luxurious car. He would be the one keeping an eye on her while she stayed at Clara's house.The streets of Silverbook were adorned with lush trees and colorful flowers that contrasted vividly with the well-preserved, old architecture buildings. The morning sun illuminated the city in a postcard-perfect way, and for a brief moment, Elena managed to forget the tension and fear that had accompanied her since her last... conversation with Evan.The car stopped smoothly in front of an elegant and imposing house, surrounded by a well-tended garden."You didn't mention your sister lived in such a beautiful house," commented the Wolf, the first sentence he had spoken during the entire trip."I didn't know. But she probably got it because some rich man financed her," the woman replied, looking at him. "And why didn't you let her bring me here herself? How did you manage to convince h
Elena's heart stopped for a moment, and her stomach churned. She looked at Evan, hoping he was joking, but the cold, impassive look on his face made it clear there was no room for doubt or questions. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to rebel, to fight against this humiliation, but she knew there was no way out. Not in this situation.With trembling hands, she began to unbutton her shirt, her eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room was palpable, and her breathing seemed to echo in her own ears.Evan remained silent, watching her like a predator about to pounce. Every move she made was analyzed with surgical precision, every hesitation noted mentally.Elena removed her shirt and started to unbutton her pants, feeling stripped of any dignity, not just physically but emotionally as well. It was as if she were shedding all her defenses, all her resistance, and completely surrendering to his control.When she was finally down to her underwear, she stopped, waiting for furt
At home, while packing her bags, Elena tried not to tremble in Evan's presence. James had personally taken charge of explaining to her boss why she would be absent.She didn’t know the details, much less if James would really go to the local magazine's office, but she decided not to ask questions. The less impertinent she was, the more chances she had to take advantage of this unexpected kindness from the relentless duo of Wolves."Pet." Evan's voice sounded in the room.Elena glanced at him sideways while continuing to pack her clothes. The dark-haired man was sitting on the black pouf next to the bed, sipping the tea he had ordered the journalist to make as soon as they arrived at the apartment."Yes?"Evan crossed his legs, watching her with a calculating and penetrating gaze."You understand the seriousness of the situation, don't you? James is doing you a big favor."Elena swallowed hard and nodded."I understand. I thank you both for this."He smiled slightly, but his eyes showe
Elena's heart raced. The panic she had tried to hide was now visible to everyone."James," she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady.Clara looked at the man with suspicion, her eyes narrowing."Who is he, Elena?"James smiled, but his eyes remained cold."A friend. I was passing by and saw you. Thought I'd say hi."The man's light eyes, however, were cold as ice. The Wolves' mascot could see every dark thought passing through his mind in detail. Punished. Elena would be punished for trying to betray them. The idea of being tortured again hit her hard, leaving her so terrified that it was impossible to hide."Friend?" Clara asked, her voice full of doubt.Elena knew she couldn't get out of this easily."Yes, Clara, he is... a friend."James looked at Clara, the analysis and slight mockery evident in his eyes."And you must be her sister. Clara, right? Elena talks about you a lot."The woman with long locks kept her gaze steady."I didn't know my sister had friends like that.
The familiar voice made Elena's heart skip a beat. She turned slowly, trying to hide the panic in her eyes."Elena, is that you?" Her sister was approaching, concern etched on her face."Hi, Clara," Elena replied, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you doing here?""I arrived in the city today," Clara replied, her eyes quickly assessing Elena's state. "Are you okay? You look... different.""I'm fine."But the blush on Elena's cheeks betrayed that she wasn't exactly fine.Biting her lip to contain the overwhelming emotions and sensations taking over her body, the Wolves' mascot asked her sister:"Did something happen? I thought you said you'd never come back here to live."Clara's expression changed from concern to something much sadder, but she subtly tried to hide it."Well, about that...""What?"Looking somewhat embarrassed, Clara started playing with the strands of her long, dark brown hair."Can we talk somewhere else?""What happened?" Elena insisted."I don't want to talk