ARIELLes and I entered the conference hall and I took in the sight of everyone standing in orderly lines, all looking curios and skeptical. At the front of the room stood an older, distinguished-looking man in a sharp suit, exuding raw authority. Beside him was a younger man, clearly our new supervisor. His posture was relaxed but confident with a slight smile on his face as his gaze swept over everyone gathered.“Is that him?” I whispered to Les.He nodded, whispering back, “That’s Kyle Meadow. Heard he’s a Lycan, too.”Of course. Just what we needed, another one of them supervising us humans. I folded my arms, trying to blend in, but I couldn’t ignore the way the new guy, Kyle, exuded this annoyingly calm energy, as if he owned the room. And the way he carried himself, it was hard to deny he looked good, too dark hair, striking blue eyes, and a voice that dripped with charm. But that didn’t make him any less a Lycan, did it?The older man cleared his throat, silencing the whispe
Gaius. I stormed out of the room and the mansion in anger. Even though I knew Evelyn was only concerned about me, I was still hurt about the suggestion that she gave. How could she ask me to leave everything and live my life as if nothing happened? Did she think that my soul and spirit would find rest, knowing that my brother’s killer was still roaming around freely and that I could have done something about him?Hell no!“Alpha Gaius!” Someone called out to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find my Beta walking up to me. When he got to where I was, he smiled and slapped a hand on my shoulder to greet me. “I can see that a lot happened while I was not around,” I said to the man, looking around at the damage. He nodded his head to confirm my words and I sighed in defeat. “Alpha Cyrus was responsible for everything.” The Beta said.I sighed as I heard the name that made me lose my patience with Evelyn just a few minutes ago. And that was the man my mate was expectin
Evelyn. “I’m sorry,” he let out to me, holding me close and hugging me like his life depended on it. I stiffened, not wanting to be in close contact with him. At least not yet. The words he spoke to me that morning before he left were still fresh in my mind and there was no way for me to pretend like it didn’t hurt one single bit. Because it hurts. Of all the people I expected to talk down to me, he was not in any way included in that lane. Somehow, though, he managed to put himself in that category perfectly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words and actions.” He said again, hugging me even tighter. He didn’t mean to hurt me with his words? Yet he told me that what I had fur him, all my concerns, were nothing but silky?“Please forgive me.” He told me, still hugging me. I sighed and hugged him back. Even though I wanted to stay angry with him for a long while, I realized that I loved him too much to do that. It didn’t mean that I wouldn’t let him know what he did
Evelyn's POVEmpty. I had woken up to another empty bed. I reached the spot where my 'husband' should have slept and it was cold as ice. His scent wasn't there. It was everywhere else, but not on the bed. He hadn't slept here last night. I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears that burned the corner of my eyes. This wasn't new. This wasn't the first time. You would think that after being married for eight months, I would be used to this by now. Used to being ignored, to being tortured and tormented emotionally by a man I had foolishly given my heart to. I rolled out of bed and trudged out of my room. I could hear the maids moving around the building, cleaning and chattering. "Luna." They bowed when I walked past them, downstairs. I was following a scent. The one scent that made my heart beat faster and blood rushing through my ears. I found him in the kitchen, naked down to the waist, holding up a frying pan. His dark hair was to
Evelyn's POV "C-Clara," I stuttered when the couple did not stop their obscene act. "What... What's the meaning of this?" She ignored me for a while and I grew angry. "Clara, stop this right now!" She sighed, tossed me a scathing look before disentangling from her lover. Naked, she climbed off the bed and strutted toward me. The last time I had seen her, her skin had been so pale and white. Now she looked so vibrant, it was confusing. "I thought you were sick. I thought you had the disease," I whispered, backing away with each step she took toward me. "Oh, please." She scoffed. "May the goddess forbid. I am hale and hearty as you can see." Roman approached the room then. He shoved me aside, causing me to fall to the ground while he laughed cruelly. "The gig is up, Clara?" "I got tired." She shrugged while I looked on in disbelief. "For how long was I supposed to pretend to be sick? She already married the Alpha in my place, so what's the point?" I gaspe
Evelyn's POV My heart beat faster as I reread the text. Run? What did that mean? Was it Raven? Was she trying to threaten me into leaving Cyrus? "No," I shook my head, sniffing. "He's mine! Cyrus is mine!" I sent him a series of texts, demanding where he was and reminding him that he was supposed to have dinner with me. I got nothing in response, so I waited. By ten that night, my husband walked in, reeking of Raven's scent. "You're late," I sniffed, not moving an inch from where I was. He ignored me, ready to walk upstairs. "I made dinner." "It's late," he replied gruffly. "I had dinner already.” "With Raven," I spat, and heard him growl. I could hear the maids creeping out of their rooms, probably ready to witness another one of the many scenes of us arguing. "It's late, wife. If you're not eating, then go to bed.”"My name is Evelyn!" I yelled, rising from my chair and storming over to him. "And I am your Luna. Your wife. Not that crazy woman!" He stopped in h
Evelyn's POV When I woke up, it was in a ward room. I was surrounded by the relieved faces of doctors and nurses. For a minute, I wondered why I was back in the hospital. Then, it dawned on me. I hastily tried to sit up, clutching my belly. "My baby," I croaked. "Please tell me nothing happened..." The doctor's relieved expression slowly shifted into a grim look. "I apologize, Luna Evelyn." He spoke, and my stomach dropped. "By the time you were rushed here, you had lost the baby." My body trembled. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the bed, trying not to break down. "Did my husband bring me here?"There was silence. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that they were staring awkwardly at each other. Their silence meant one thing. Cyrus hadn't known I had bled all over his elevator. At least not yet. "I would like to be alone," I murmured, turning my back to the doctor and nurses. I didn't make a sound but hot tears slipped down my face as I cried. I had lost m
Evelyn's POV "Let go of me!" I screamed as the soldiers lifted me in both arms and carted me out of my home. "Let go this instant! Cyrus! Cyrus, you can't be serious!" I looked over my shoulders as I was being dragged away from my home. A maid had a sad look on her face as she closed the front door. The soldiers shoved me into a car and drove while I screamed. They arrived at the pack prison and left me down to the dungeon. A place kept for hardened criminals and dangerous people. It reeked of dirt and blood and sweat. I could hear the hollering of the prisoners as I got led through a small hallway down to a prison at the end. I had stopped screaming. What was the point? No one could save me. I had been rejected by my family, treated as dirt, and used as a pawn over and over. And then I yearned for the love of a cruel man who treated me like a prisoner. Because of his lover. "I'm sorry, Luna." One of the guards mumbled in apology as he opened the jail gate. I wal