Jaxon's arrival in Argentina was met with immense pressure. The wheat field fire in Portego had not only caused considerable material damage, but also sparked a crisis of confidence among investors.Doubts quickly spread and turned into a looming threat that unsettled investors. Although they hadn't suffered any direct financial loss as a result of the fire, the incident raised concerns about Jaxon's ability to manage risks of such magnitude in its planned expansion of wheat fields in Argentina.Jaxon had no choice but to face investors head on. He was determined to use every resource and strategy at his disposal to maintain their confidence.A meeting with the investors was arranged and Jaxon prepared meticulously. His determination was clear—no matter what, he had to secure their signatures.The day of the meeting arrived. Jaxon stood at the head of a large conference table, his gaze sharp and confident. Without flinching, he met the probing eyes of the investors seated across from
Now, Jaxon felt much calmer. His concerns for Emory's safety had been eased. Someone he trusted had been assigned to keep an eye on Emory around the clock—except when Emory was at the Zyranos palace.Jaxon had no doubts about the werewolves of the Zyranos Pack. The hostility that had gone on for more than twenty years, the fact that he hadn't been able to get any real information, and the inability of the Gardeno Pack to really intimidate them, were all small pieces of evidence that the Zyranos Pack was not to be underestimated.Logically, Emory's safety shouldn't have been a concern for Jaxon. Indeed, if there was a real threat, it was impossible that those around Emory wouldn't be guarding her.Ironically, Jaxon couldn't trust anyone but his own people, even the trained members of the Zyranos Pack. He knew the abilities of Orlando and Lacey, who were always with Emory. But that wasn't enough. He needed someone he knew personally to ensure Emory's well-being.Marco Alessandro Dalton
Jaxon had considered the possibility of another pack besides the Gardeno Pack feuding with the Zyranos Pack. But not a single name came to mind. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that only one pack in the world had problems with the Zyranos Pack—the Gardeno Pack.Jaxon's thoughts changed direction. If no other pack had problems with the Zyranos Pack, then it was possible that the stalking Emory was experiencing was business-related. It made perfect sense if a business rival was spying on Emory, trying to discover her weaknesses.Unfortunately, this theory was quickly put to rest by the information Damian had provided. Marco had confirmed that the person stalking Emory was no ordinary human. The stalker was a werewolf, but not part of any pack.Jaxon remained silent. The information he had received brought no clarity. On the contrary, it raised even more questions. "A rogue," he muttered expressionlessly. "That means someone really has bad intentions towards Emor
Cordelia would never lie. Her visit to the palace and waiting for Jaxon's return from Argentina was not just to check up on him. While she wanted to make sure Jaxon was well after his hectic business trip, that was not the only reason she had come. In fact, it could be said that there was something more pressing that had made her decide to meet Jaxon as soon as possible.There was a restlessness that could not be quelled. The anxiety made it impossible for Cordelia to go through her days in peace. Her mind kept circling back to one fact: Jaxon still hadn't done anything to avenge the wheat field fire caused by the Zyranos Pack.Cordelia had tried to be patient. She had waited in silence for over two months. She thought that Jaxon must have come up with some clever plan to retaliate. After all, the fire had not only caused massive losses, it had also wounded the pride of the Gardeno Pack.The wheat fields of Portego were the pride of Gardeno AgroCorp. They were no ordinary farmland, bu
Jaxon had to admit that it was the hardest thing in the world to pretend in front of Cordelia. All this time he had kept nothing from Cordelia. In fact, he would bet that there wasn't a single thing about him that Cordelia didn't know. So, it was only natural that he felt like a big liar for not being completely honest with her about the reason behind his decision.Jaxon didn't need to ask; he was sure that Cordelia would be furious when she found out that he wasn't going to retaliate against the Zyranos Pack because of his feelings for Emory.It wasn't Cordelia's fault. But it wasn't Jaxon's fault either. He had never intended to fall in love with or care for his enemy. But that was exactly what had happened and he couldn't deny it, not even with his last breath.Jaxon let out a long sigh, his eyes closing dramatically as he felt a slight sense of relief. The difficult conversation was finally over. Cordelia and Braden were on their way home."Alpha."Jaxon opened his eyes at the sou
"Oh, my God. Keep going, honey. Keep going. Oh, you really are my little whore. Now spread your legs wide. Ah, yes. That's it. Just like that." Emory Abernathy stopped in her tracks at the bedroom door when she heard repeated moans and a few inappropriate words. Her brow furrowed, and then she turned to see Fernanda Barrett—the Watcher of Zyranos Palace—standing behind her. "Does Alpha have a guest?" "Yes, Luna," Fernanda replied with an unreadable expression. Her face dropped slightly as she explained. "Alpha has had guests since you left the country a week ago." "Oh." Emory let out a short murmur. Then she took a deep breath as she turned. She walked through the connecting room and Fernanda hurriedly opened the door for her. They stepped outside. "You should have told me that Alpha was entertaining a guest. I nearly interrupted his fun." Fernanda was stunned, unable to speak. She could only hear Emory's words with the realization that she shouldn't be surprised. After all, this
Fernanda closed her eyes dramatically after closing the door to Emory's office. She decided not to leave right away. Tension still surrounded her entire body, and her knees felt weak from Emory's earlier question. Pretending in front of Emory had been exhausting and she needed a moment to calm down."Fernanda."Fernanda jumped, startled. She turned around and exhaled in relief. "Oh, Lacey. It's just you.""What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Lacey Diana Castillo—Emory's personal assistant—asked. Then she looked at the door to Emory's office. "Did you just meet with Luna?""Yes." Fernanda grabbed Lacey's hand and pulled her away from the area. She glanced around occasionally, making sure no one else was around to overhear their conversation. "Did you do what I asked?"Lacey nodded. "Just as you suspected, Madam Trina did indeed give me the tea. As usual, she claimed it would help Luna sleep soundly, but as per your instructions, I didn't give it to Luna during our trip."Fernanda was
It was certainly not a good day for Jaxon Rolf Forsythe—Alpha of the Gardeno Pack. There was a mountain of tasks and issues to deal with that day, both company and pack related.Jaxon arrived at the office in the morning to be greeted by a pile of financial reports and partnership agreements. His desk was cluttered, but what caught his eye were the first quarter sales reports and a new investment proposal from overseas partners.Jaxon studied the documents carefully before speaking to his secretary, Odile Elliot. "Set up a meeting with the board next week. I want to discuss the expansion plans.""Understood, sir," Odile replied promptly. She glanced down at the tablet in her hand before continuing, "There's some bad news regarding the wheat shipment to Asia. Pacific Ocean Freight is running into delays. Their ship is being held at the port of Singapore for a security inspection. If this isn't resolved soon, it could seriously affect our relations with our partners in Japan and South K
Jaxon had to admit that it was the hardest thing in the world to pretend in front of Cordelia. All this time he had kept nothing from Cordelia. In fact, he would bet that there wasn't a single thing about him that Cordelia didn't know. So, it was only natural that he felt like a big liar for not being completely honest with her about the reason behind his decision.Jaxon didn't need to ask; he was sure that Cordelia would be furious when she found out that he wasn't going to retaliate against the Zyranos Pack because of his feelings for Emory.It wasn't Cordelia's fault. But it wasn't Jaxon's fault either. He had never intended to fall in love with or care for his enemy. But that was exactly what had happened and he couldn't deny it, not even with his last breath.Jaxon let out a long sigh, his eyes closing dramatically as he felt a slight sense of relief. The difficult conversation was finally over. Cordelia and Braden were on their way home."Alpha."Jaxon opened his eyes at the sou
Cordelia would never lie. Her visit to the palace and waiting for Jaxon's return from Argentina was not just to check up on him. While she wanted to make sure Jaxon was well after his hectic business trip, that was not the only reason she had come. In fact, it could be said that there was something more pressing that had made her decide to meet Jaxon as soon as possible.There was a restlessness that could not be quelled. The anxiety made it impossible for Cordelia to go through her days in peace. Her mind kept circling back to one fact: Jaxon still hadn't done anything to avenge the wheat field fire caused by the Zyranos Pack.Cordelia had tried to be patient. She had waited in silence for over two months. She thought that Jaxon must have come up with some clever plan to retaliate. After all, the fire had not only caused massive losses, it had also wounded the pride of the Gardeno Pack.The wheat fields of Portego were the pride of Gardeno AgroCorp. They were no ordinary farmland, bu
Jaxon had considered the possibility of another pack besides the Gardeno Pack feuding with the Zyranos Pack. But not a single name came to mind. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that only one pack in the world had problems with the Zyranos Pack—the Gardeno Pack.Jaxon's thoughts changed direction. If no other pack had problems with the Zyranos Pack, then it was possible that the stalking Emory was experiencing was business-related. It made perfect sense if a business rival was spying on Emory, trying to discover her weaknesses.Unfortunately, this theory was quickly put to rest by the information Damian had provided. Marco had confirmed that the person stalking Emory was no ordinary human. The stalker was a werewolf, but not part of any pack.Jaxon remained silent. The information he had received brought no clarity. On the contrary, it raised even more questions. "A rogue," he muttered expressionlessly. "That means someone really has bad intentions towards Emor
Now, Jaxon felt much calmer. His concerns for Emory's safety had been eased. Someone he trusted had been assigned to keep an eye on Emory around the clock—except when Emory was at the Zyranos palace.Jaxon had no doubts about the werewolves of the Zyranos Pack. The hostility that had gone on for more than twenty years, the fact that he hadn't been able to get any real information, and the inability of the Gardeno Pack to really intimidate them, were all small pieces of evidence that the Zyranos Pack was not to be underestimated.Logically, Emory's safety shouldn't have been a concern for Jaxon. Indeed, if there was a real threat, it was impossible that those around Emory wouldn't be guarding her.Ironically, Jaxon couldn't trust anyone but his own people, even the trained members of the Zyranos Pack. He knew the abilities of Orlando and Lacey, who were always with Emory. But that wasn't enough. He needed someone he knew personally to ensure Emory's well-being.Marco Alessandro Dalton
Jaxon's arrival in Argentina was met with immense pressure. The wheat field fire in Portego had not only caused considerable material damage, but also sparked a crisis of confidence among investors.Doubts quickly spread and turned into a looming threat that unsettled investors. Although they hadn't suffered any direct financial loss as a result of the fire, the incident raised concerns about Jaxon's ability to manage risks of such magnitude in its planned expansion of wheat fields in Argentina.Jaxon had no choice but to face investors head on. He was determined to use every resource and strategy at his disposal to maintain their confidence.A meeting with the investors was arranged and Jaxon prepared meticulously. His determination was clear—no matter what, he had to secure their signatures.The day of the meeting arrived. Jaxon stood at the head of a large conference table, his gaze sharp and confident. Without flinching, he met the probing eyes of the investors seated across from
Falling in love is a source of joy, and loving is even more so. But feeling longing is something else.Longing creeps in like wildflowers through the cracks of the heart. It grows without being asked and is impossible to ignore.When the shadow of a face crosses the mind, memories of being together resurface. The heart feels suffocated by a deep silence, like the melodeless melody of a song. It makes every second seem longer, every night more lonely.The longing is gentle but sharp, slipping mercilessly through the cracks of thought. It comes in the form of familiar scents, moonlight once shared, or the whisper of the wind caressing the skin with tenderness.Longing means forming new habits—checking the calendar, then the phone, hoping for a call. It's like waiting for rain in a dry season—there's no guarantee it will come, but the heart keeps hoping.In the longing there is a silence that is never really empty. There are echoes of laughter that surround the solitude, and the soft sig
Trina's arrival at The Palace that morning was met with the usual warm welcome. The Omegas who happened to cross her path greeted her with respect. She smiled gracefully as she left, only to find Fernanda approaching."Good morning, Madam Trina."Trina replied with a small nod. "Good morning, Fernanda," she replied warmly, exuding authority. "What a coincidence. I was just looking for you.""For me, madam?" Fernanda asked politely for confirmation. "You don't want to see Luna?"Trina shook her head, waving her hand briefly in front of her face. "Of course not. It's Sunday, so let Luna rest. I don't want to disturb her."Fernanda nodded in understanding before asking, "Then why did you wish to see me? Is there something you need, madam?"Trina's look was more than enough to answer Fernanda's question. Realising this, Fernanda gestured for Trina to follow her to a more private place.With the door closed, Trina took a seat on the sofa while Fernanda stood, maintaining a composed demeano
"So..." Myles spoke as he sat down. His tone was different. He looked alternately at Trina and Isidore, his eyes full of meaning. "I've confirmed that Emory and Jaxon are indeed having an affair. I have additional evidence to the photos I found in Emory's study. There's no doubt about it."Trina and Isidore said nothing. They exchanged tense glances, their expressions tense. It seemed that the information Myles had shared that morning wasn't a good way to start the day.Myles, on the other hand, seemed to think otherwise. There was nothing more interesting to him at the moment than Emory and Jaxon's alleged affair. That was why he had arrived at Montclair Manor so early. In fact, if he hadn't been so exhausted after three days and two nights of partying, he would have come straight over.Myles was consumed by an unbearable curiosity, eager to witness Trina and Isidore's reactions to the information he had received the day before. "I've already hired someone to spy on Emory," he contin
The dizziness still clung to him as Myles arrived at the palace. His world continued to spin slightly, the unsteady sensation making his steps wobble and nausea creep in. He quickly braced himself against a wall to keep his balance.An Omega approached him and asked politely, "Alpha, are you all right?"Myles closed his eyes and massaged his temples, hoping the dizziness would pass. "Yes, I'm fine," he replied with a broad grin. He looked at the Omega with an unfocused gaze, but one that radiated undeniable elation. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt better. It's been so long since I felt this alive."Myles could never forget the terrible tragedy that had occurred some two months earlier, when Emory had killed two of his women. Since then, he hadn't dared bring anyone to the palace for fun. Worse still, Emory's often unpredictable moods made him too afraid to take the risk of seeking pleasure outside the Palace. He didn't want to provoke her anger any further.Myles was tormented.