AUTHOR'S POV:"Let's get straight to the point, Don," Tristan muttered, walking toward the group. "Why have you called?"Don chuckled over the receiver. "Why do you think? I heard you ambushed my men.""Oh, they were your 'men'? I simply attacked the people that stole my cargo," he fired back, sarcasm dripping in his voice."Let them go," Don's voice had taken a steely edge, and that made Tristan also serious.He coldly replied, "I won't."There was only silence afterward, and the two seemed to be waiting for the other to give in first.Eventually, Don spoke first, his voice now lower than it was earlier. "How about you let them go freely, in exchange for my cargo you took the other time? I'll call it even."Tristan was silent, and he seemed to be contemplating. When he did respond, Don added, "obvious disagreement in his voice," I can only go as far as that. You let them go freely, and I'll call it even."A cold smile spread onto Tristan's features, and his voice was eerie as he ques
RAVEN’S POV:Bethany rushed forward, grabbing my hand. She still seemed panicked as she asked, "Are you okay?"I was slightly unused to how worried she was and could only nod gently in response. The doctor had also entered and closed the door behind him."What a relief!" He exclaimed as he settled his kit on the bedside table before gesturing to the bed. "You should sit and settle down. You've been out for two days, so you must still feel weak.""Yes, yes. Come sit." Bethany bobbed her head frantically, pulling me to sit. Once I was settled, the doctor pried open his kit, bringing out a torch and turned it on. Then, he checked my eyes before checking my vitals.After he was done with the confusing routine, he stood straight and commented with a fascinated look on his face, "You have such remarkable genes.""Huh?" I couldn't help blurting out. Even Bethany looked at him, unable to understand what he meant.He, however, scratched his head sheepishly and laughed awkwardly as he spoke, "A
RAVEN'S POV:I was still reeling at the realization that he had a mate. Bethany had not known that he didn't tell me, so she said she couldn't tell me more, and it was best he told me about her himself. However, after hours of pretending to be suddenly interested in the project I was tasked with before the Alexander incident, I had reached a resolution in my mind.Whatever was about his mate is not my business. I didn't need to know about it nor pine for a man way out of my league. It was best to avoid falling into the same situation with Lucas.I would just work hard, get richer, and pave a good road for myself so people would think twice before stamping the omega tag on me.But when that certain grey-eyed, tall man with a face that made me swoon internally each time I saw him appeared at the doorway of my room, every resolution, thought I had reached in the past hour flew through the window.Tristan's gaze settled on me, observing me from head to toe like he could see through every
AUTHOR'S POV:Ethan cast a glance at his wristwatch while parking his car in the hotel lot. The anticipation of attending the pack banquet, standing in for Tristan due to his pressing two-day absence, weighed on him. The last thing Ethan wanted was to mingle with the council's elder members, a group of individuals he often found himself trying to avoid.The banquet, an annual affair meant to foster connections between the Alpha and the council, aimed to minimize the likelihood of secretive plotting against the pack's leader. A seemingly sound strategy, but dealing with the avaricious old men comprising the council, made Ethan question its effectiveness.As he stepped into the banquet room, the sight of the usually stern council members in suits, enjoying themselves with wine and games, struck him as a stark contrast to their usual uptight demeanor in the council hall.Shaking his head at the relaxed atmosphere, Ethan decided to grab a drink from a passing waiter before approaching the
RAVEN’S POV:I lay on the bed, twirling my phone in hand as I arranged my tasks for tomorrow in my head. I was too stressed; I didn't even want to get up and pick up a jotter. Since Tristan traveled two days ago, the workload only increased, not decreasing. If he were available, he would have dealt with most of them already, so in his absence, they only continued to pile up, requiring us to step up and deal with the ones that didn't explicitly require his approval.As I rested, images of him flooded my mind, and a sigh escaped my lips. After I woke up that afternoon and found him sitting up on my bed, waiting for me, I hadn't seen him since then. He seemed to have wanted to talk, most likely about that kiss. But, he was called even before we could speak for an emergency at the border, so he had to go, telling me he'd be back.That only placed me on edge, and all my mind kept revolving around in the past two days was what he was going to say to me. Would he say it was only a mistake an
RAVEN'S POV:When he told me I was going with him to the dinner, I didn't think I'd be whisked away into the biggest fashion house I'd ever seen, all in the name of choosing the perfect dress for me.I crossed my fingers as I looked around, admiring the delicate interior colours as we entered the hall. Almost immediately, a middle-aged man and woman approached us. They bowed to Tristan immediately."We are honoured to attend to you today, Alpha," the man proclaimed with a pleased smile.Tristan acknowledged them with a nod and asked, "Will there be enough time before the dinner?""Yes, Alpha," the woman spoke this time before her gaze landed on me. She ran a once-over at my face before she broke into a smile as she approached me. "Hello, Miss. You can call me Mrs. Weiss. My husband and I own this place."I immediately gave a polite nod. "Hello, Miss Weiss."Then, her gaze moved to Tristan, and she said to him, "Alpha, will you be waiting while we...""Yes," he responded, his gaze find
AUTHOR'S POV:The sleek car glided to a stop in front of the grand hall, and Raven's eyes widened in disbelief. It was the very hotel Isadora had chosen for her birthday bash. This party, she realized, was far more extravagant than she had imagined, complete with a swarm of reporters and a flashy red carpet.As Tristan emerged from the car, reporters surged toward him, unleashing a barrage of questions like a pack of hungry wolves stumbling upon fresh prey."Alpha! Alpha BlackClaw!" they cried, bombarding him with inquiries as if it were a major news event.Tristan, unfazed, calmly manoeuvred through the reporters, heading to the other side of the car to open the door for Raven. Seated in the car, Raven watched as he leaned down, offering his hand with a subtle touch that eased her nervousness. She took a deep breath, grasping his hand as she prepared to face the sea of onlookers.Once out of the car, an immediate hush enveloped the surroundings. It wasn't surprising; everyone knew Al
AUTHOR'S POV:"What?" Bethany exclaimed, clearly unsettled, as murmurs arose amongst the crowd. Raven managed to ignore the words of the men who spoke earlier as they murmured that he'd likely accept.But she didn't bolt.She feared, and every pore in her body told her to run for it, that he'd accept the invitation, and she'd be tagged as the third party that tried to ruin their relationship. Yet, she felt that if she ran even before she lost, she'd regret not knowing what was truly in his heart.So, she stood her ground and watched as he approached the other woman calmly and outstretched his hand toward her. A pang settled in Raven's chest, and tears quickly rushed to the surface.But before they could fall and ruin the makeup, she saw him grab the microphone from Seraphine's hands and bypassed her. Her breathing quickened as she watched him walk toward where she was seated, and she looked around her. But he was walking straight to her, and she could feel her heart beat rapidly in he