Third Person Pov:The day of the charity event draws closer, and the organizers are gathering for an important meeting. Gia and Zane are representing their family among the other co-hosts. While they wait for Zane to arrive in the VIP room of a club, Gia finds herself surrounded by two childhood friends, Jacob and Tristan.Jacob, always harboring a crush on Gia, sees this as his opportunity.“It’s been a while, Gia, and you look even better than the last time I saw you,” he says.Gia, glancing up from her phone, barely acknowledges him with a scoff.Jacob is tall, blonde, and handsome, but he’s not what Gia wants. Her heart is still set on Zane, a crush that’s lingered far too long. But since she can’t have him, she’s determined not to let Jacob have her, either.Tristan nudges Jacob, whispering, “Ask her about the city or something.”Jacob, clearly nervous, tries again. “So, what’s new in the city? It’s been what, eight years?”Gia sighs, setting her phone down on the table. Before s
Kiara:Being home almost every day is something I don’t like, but there’s little to nothing I can do. This place offers me the protection I need, and no matter how delusional I am, I can’t go back to my pack because I’m an outcast.It’s already late, and I’m about to put down my book when I hear Zane’s car pull up in the compound. A part of me feels angry that he has to stay out so late, and the other part is eager to see him. How he has suddenly imprinted himself into my life is a mystery.I put the book away on my nightstand, then I shut my eyes, pretending to sleep. My wolf dies of excitement as his scent gets thicker until he pulls the door to my room open, causing me to tighten my eyes.“And she’s asleep,” he says, and then I hear him shut the door.I assume he’s leaving, but then I feel his figure on the bed, sitting close to me. He runs his hands through my hair, gently parting it to reveal my neck. He places a kiss on it, causing my eyes to flip open.“Zane?” I call out in a l
Kiara It’s been two days since I found Gia’s lipstick, and Zane hasn’t said a thing to me about it. Every time I think about it, and the confrontation I had with Gia earlier in the week at Boris’s house, I can’t help but cringe. They must have laughed about it when they met up for whatever it is they did. Worse, he came back that night, and I let him touch me like the fool I was. The thought of it makes me want to disappear every time it crosses my mind, and there’s an unending gnawing feeling in my belly. Tonight is the charity event, and I’m already dressed, sitting in front of my dresser. He walks into my room as expected, then makes his way toward me, causing me to get to my feet. I grab my purse at once, opening my drawer to grab my lipstick, and then I see Gia’s, which makes the anger in my chest heighten. I grab it with mine, tossing it into my purse. “You look gorgeous,” he says, pulling me by my waist, letting my back rest against his chest. I force a smile on my li
Third person pov: As Kiara makes her way upstairs, Gia takes out her phone to place a call to Tristan, who is waiting upstairs. Her plan is working perfectly, thanks to Tristan and Jacob. They don’t really like Zane, and they only act like his friends because they have a lot to benefit from him. Jacob, on the other hand, has been dying to be with Gia, so he has to see the plan through to the end. With blurry eyes, Kiara makes her way through the hallway of the massive building, and because she is distracted, she soon collides with a very tough surface, which causes her to stop. “I’m so sorry,” she says to Tristan as she tries to back away from him. She turns around to leave, but he grabs her hand, pulling her to him. She stares at him with her tear-filled eyes. “Why is a beautiful lady like you crying?” She scoffs when he asks, then wriggles her hands free from his grip. “I’m sorry for prying, and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but you can’t go out like that ton
THIRD PERSON POV:Tristan sweeps Kiara off her feet, lifting her into his arms, then takes her out of the room. He uses the back stairs, carrying her downstairs, and makes his way out the door, leading to the backyard.“This is fun,” Kiara chuckles, wrapping her arms around his neck as the chilly night air slaps her body while he runs with her.Gia, on the other hand, thinks her plan is still working, so she heads off to find Zane, who is still talking with a group of people. When he finishes, she walks up to him.“What do you want, Gia?” Zane asks, crumpling his face with his hands in his pocket.Gia sips her drink, sizing him up with a smile on her face.“Nothing. It’s strange that you’re alone, because I assumed you came with Kiara and you were inseparable. But I saw her crying a moment ago.” Zane looks at her, his brows drawn down. “She had a lot to drink, and I’m just looking out for you because you wouldn’t want anything to ruin your speech, would you?” she asks, walking off bef
Third-person POV:This man serves as a temporary distraction because, as he says this, Zane looks away, enabling Tristan to step on the gas.“Stop that, man!” Zane yells, yanking his hand free from the man holding him.He makes to go after them, but he hears Boris’ voice.“You are needed, Zane.” When he hears this, he glances between his ailing father, who is in a wheelchair, and Kiara, who is being taken away by Tristan.“He has Kiara, and I cannot—”“We have a hall full of important dignitaries, and we cannot let them know of any internal chaos,” Boris says with a straight face. “I will send my men after Tristan, and I assure you, she will be brought back to this house,” he says, and Zane walks back into the house without speaking to Boris.“Good,” Boris says, then taps the man with him. “Get a car ready and send out three boys to go after them. Get him roughed up, but not too much,” Boris says, and the man nods as he wheels Boris back into the house.Zane is furious, and although h
Zane:I waste no time the moment I see Boris leaving the hall. As I get off the stage, I make my way outside the house to see the godfather with a group of four men. One has Kiara in his arms, and the other three are standing in front of the trunk.I make my way to them as they pull Tristan out of it, holding him side by side. As I move towards him, one man makes to stop me, but Boris grabs his hand.“Let him be,” he says, but I do not turn back to look at him.Without giving it a second thought, I send a sharp jab to Tristan’s face, causing him to slip out of their grip, landing on the cold tarred ground on his back. My hands reach for his collar, crumpling it into my fist as I send more punches to his stupid face.“What did you do to her?” I yell with every muscle in my body, aching to spill his blood, but he keeps mute.“I said, what did you do to her?” I punch him in the jaw, rearranging his face to the side.He coughs out blood, but I feel no remorse for him. I send in another pu
Zane:“Kiara, I... I didn’t do that,” I say, and she scoffs, shaking her head as she backs away from me while I try to go after her. “But you had sex with Gia.” I stop when she says this, and then she looks me in the eye, causing my heart to break even more.I hate the way she sees me, and I regret not telling her in the first place, but back then we weren’t close, and I hadn’t let go of the hate in my mind for her.“Then why won’t you let me go? You leave me in the house, then you go out there, have sex with her, and...” her voice begins to crack, and I feel a piercing pain in my chest. “... then you come back to lie to me you had a meeting. Why, Zane? Tell me you aren’t more than the monster they said you are.”“What?” I ask as her words break me, but I try to remember when I got the lipstick. “You can call me anything but a liar, because I would never lie to you, Kiara. I never had sex with Gia after we...”“I became your sex toy? We just have an understanding?” she questions, and