Raven
It was supposed to be the happiest night of my life. A celebration of love, loyalty, and the bond I shared with my mate and husband, Alpha Emerson Blackwood. The one-year anniversary of our marriage had finally arrived, and I had everything planned down to the smallest detail. Lila, my best friend, had been by my side from the beginning, helping me arrange every surprise. We stood together in the living room of our home, the air filled with the scent of fresh roses and the soft glow of candlelight. “He’s going to love this, Raven,” Lila said, adjusting the arrangement of champagne glasses on the table. She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “The gift you got for him? It’s perfect.” I smiled, my heart swelling with anticipation. “I hope so. It took weeks to find that watch—he’s been eyeing it for months but wouldn’t splurge on it himself. I wanted tonight to be special.” Lila chuckled, placing the bottle of wine beside the glasses. “It will be. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes how much effort you put into this. He’s going to be over the moon.” I glanced at the clock, trying to shake off the nervous flutter in my chest. “He should be here by now,” I muttered. Emerson had promised he’d come straight home from pack duties. But it was getting late, and my anxiety was beginning to gnaw at me. I wanted everything to be perfect. Lila sensed my unease and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “He’s probably just caught up with something at the pack. He’ll be here soon.” Guests began to arrive, filling the house with laughter and chatter. I smiled as I greeted familiar faces, trying to focus on the joyous occasion. Marcus Greer, my old mentor and someone I had always looked up to, approached me with a warm smile. “Raven,” Marcus said, pulling me into a fatherly embrace. “You look radiant, as always.” “Thank you, Marcus,” I replied, pulling away. His presence always gave me comfort, especially tonight when my nerves were starting to get the best of me. “I’m so glad you could make it.” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place before he looked toward the door. “Where’s Emerson? Late for his own anniversary, is he?” I laughed nervously, glancing at the door myself. “He’ll be here soon.” But even as the guests mingled and the clock ticked forward, I couldn’t help the growing knot of anxiety in my stomach. I checked my phone for the third time, hoping for a message from Emerson, but there was nothing. Lila came over and handed me a glass of wine, sensing my worry. “Relax, Raven. He’s probably just running late.” I nodded, taking a sip of the wine, but my mind couldn’t settle. When the door finally opened, and Emerson walked in, the weight in my chest lifted—until I saw the look on his face. Emerson wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t wearing the warm expression of a man coming home to celebrate with his wife. He was cold, distant, and carrying a folder in his hand. My heart sank. “Emerson?” I said, stepping forward, my smile fading. “What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer right away. He looked around the room at the guests, his jaw tight, before his eyes finally settled on me. “Can we talk?” His voice was low, but it lacked the affection I’d grown accustomed to. I swallowed hard, the unease in my chest turning into a lump in my throat. “Of course,” I said, following him into the study, my mind racing with possibilities. Had something happened with the pack? Had I done something wrong? As soon as the door closed behind us, Emerson placed the folder on the desk and looked at me with eyes I didn’t recognize. My heart raced. “What’s this?” I asked, my voice trembling as I reached for the folder. My fingers were shaking as I opened it and saw the words staring back at me: Divorce Agreement. “Divorce?” The word felt foreign in my mouth, my entire body freezing. I couldn’t comprehend it. I looked up at him, searching his face for some kind of joke, a sign that this wasn’t happening. “Why?” Emerson’s expression was cold, detached. “I can’t do this anymore, Raven. I’m in love with someone else.” My world collapsed in an instant. The air was sucked from the room, and I couldn’t breathe. “Someone else? Emerson, what are you talking about? We’re married. We’ve been together for a year!” He didn’t flinch. “I’ve been seeing Lila. We’ve been together for a while now. I’m ending this because I want to be with her. She’s the woman that I want in my life.” I stared at him, the words piercing my heart like a knife. My best friend. My Lila. The one who had helped me plan this entire evening. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You’re lying.” Emerson crossed his arms, his eyes cold. “I’m not lying, Raven. I’ve already spoken to her about it. After the divorce, we plan to be together.” Before I could process the betrayal, the door to the study opened, and Lila stepped in. Her once kind and friendly expression was gone, replaced by something twisted, something dark. She smirked at me, stepping closer to Emerson, her hand sliding up his arm. “I’m sorry, Raven,” she said, but the glint in her eyes told me she wasn’t. “It just… happened. Emerson and I are in love with each other.” I felt like I was going to be sick. My stomach twisted in knots, and my hands trembled as I gripped the divorce papers. The betrayal was too much—my husband, my best friend, both conspiring behind my back for who knows how long. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to break in front of them. With trembling hands, I grabbed the pen and signed the divorce papers without another word. I couldn’t bear to stay in that room, couldn’t bear to look at their smug faces for another second. “Raven, wait—” Emerson called after me, but I didn’t stop. I stormed out of the house, ignoring the curious stares of the guests. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind a storm of emotions. I had to get away, had to escape before I lost control completely. The night air was cold as I stepped onto the street, my vision blurred with tears. I didn’t know where I was going. I just had to keep moving, had to outrun the pain that was tearing me apart. I was halfway across the road when I heard the screech of tires. I turned just in time to see the headlights barreling toward me. Everything happened so fast—too fast. The impact knocked the breath out of me, and I flew through the air, hitting the pavement with a sickening thud. I lay there, broken and bleeding, my body numb with shock. The car slowed for a moment, then sped off into the night, leaving me to die alone on the cold street. Pain surged through me, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. As the blood pooled around me, I knew I didn’t have much time left. My vision faded, and the world around me grew dim. But before I let go, before I succumbed to the darkness, I whispered a prayer to the Moon Goddess. “Please,” I begged, my voice weak. “Give me another chance. Let me make them pay. Let me have my revenge on Emerson, Lila, and whoever was behind the fucking wheel of that car.” With that final plea, I closed my eyes, the world slipping away as I fell into the cold embrace of death.Raven“Congratulations, dear friend! You’re getting married today!”Lila’s shrill voice pierced the fog of my deep sleep, jolting me awake. I blinked, disoriented, staring up at the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Wait… my bedroom?“Lila?” I croaked, my throat dry and voice groggy. I sat up, the blankets slipping from my body. I blinked rapidly, my heart racing as I tried to gather my bearings. My mind struggled to connect the dots. The last thing I remembered was lying on the cold pavement, blood seeping from my body, my vision fading as the life was drained from me.Yet here I was, alive, in my bedroom, Lila standing at the foot of my bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.“Of course, Lila,” I murmured, rubbing my temples. But then it hit me—this isn’t right. My pulse quickened, panic swelling inside me. I died. I was hit by a car. I was bleeding…I looked around wildly, expecting to see some sign of a nightmare or hallucination. But no, everything seemed normal, exactly as it was befo
RavenI stayed clear of everyone for the rest of the day. As night fell, the thoughts of what I had done earlier—the public humiliation of canceling the wedding—still hung in the air, but I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected. Instead, a hollow emptiness tugged at me. Had I made the right move?Not wanting to linger on my thoughts, I decided to do something I hadn’t been allowed to do in my past life: have some fun. Emerson had always been so controlling, so hellbent on keeping me locked in a box, the perfect Luna—obedient, proper, and restrained. But tonight, I wasn’t that woman anymore. I was free. Reborn. A new Raven, and this time, I was calling the shots.I grabbed a slinky dress from the back of my closet, one I had never worn because Emerson had said it was too revealing. Well, screw him. I slipped it on, paired it with heels, and headed out into the night.The club was packed, bodies writhing to the beat of loud, pulsating music. I could feel the bass thrumming through my
Raven The next morning arrived with a whirlwind of nerves and tension. I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in my wedding gown, the fabric too tight, too suffocating for what I had planned. The silk flowed around me, delicate lace crawling up my arms like the chains of a life I’d left behind. Or should have left behind. But here I was, standing at the altar with Emerson again, going through the motions as if the betrayal hadn’t happened, as if I wasn’t already plotting his downfall.The ceremony was a blur, words spoken but not truly heard. I kept my face neutral, my gaze fixed on the officiant, not daring to meet Emerson’s eyes. When it came time for the kiss, I hesitated, my heart beating faster than I wanted it to. The officiant looked at me expectantly, as did the guests, waiting for the traditional seal to our vows.But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to let him kiss me. The thought of his lips on mine after everything made my stomach churn. I turned my face at the
RavenEmerson’s arrival in my room late that night was the last thing I needed. After taking a long, refreshing bath and meticulously going through my skincare routine, I was ready to collapse into bed. I deserved peace, especially after everything that had happened. I had endured enough. But, of course, Emerson couldn’t let me have that. Not tonight.I didn’t even turn to face him when I heard the door creak open. The scent of him—the same cologne he always wore—instantly filled the room, making me tense. There was a time I found comfort in it, but now it only filled me with disgust. I could sense his eyes on me as he shut the door, the audacity of it all infuriating me.“What do you want?” I snapped, still not looking at him, my voice cold and hard.He hesitated. “Raven, we’re supposed to… consummate our marriage tonight.”I turned sharply, meeting his gaze. His words sounded almost ridiculous now. My marriage to Emerson was a farce. A hollow lie. And the fact that he expected me to
EmersonAs soon as Raven disappeared up the stairs, the silence between me and Clark became suffocating. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. We just stood there, facing each other in the dim light of the kitchen, exchanging silent glares. The tension in the air was so thick I could practically taste it. My fists clenched at my sides, and I felt a wave of possessive anger rise in my chest.Clark, of course, broke the silence first, his voice a low drawl. “Why are you staring at me like that, Emerson?” His eyes gleamed with a smugness that made my skin crawl.I folded my arms across my chest, trying to keep my temper in check. “Because I know whatever your reason is for staying here, it’s not a good one,” I said evenly. My voice was calm, but inside I was boiling. “And now that Raven is my wife, I’m not going to tolerate you making any kind of sexual advances toward her.”Clark’s lips curved into a sly smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Relax, cousin,” he said, his tone moc
EmersonThe early morning air was thick and still. The sky outside was dark, only the faintest hint of light creeping along the horizon, signaling that dawn was still a while off. I stirred in bed, caught between sleep and wakefulness when I heard the door to my room open softly and close just as quietly.“Raven?” I mumbled, my voice hoarse from sleep. My first instinct was to think it was her, finally coming to me after the icy silence we’d shared since our wedding night.But instead of hearing Raven’s voice, a familiar and distinctly different voice answered. “It’s me, Emerson.”I blinked in the dim light, and as my eyes adjusted, I saw her—Lila—standing near the door, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow from the hallway. I sat up, frowning slightly. “Lila? What are you doing here?”She stepped closer, her lips curving into a small smile. “I came to see you,” she said softly, her tone almost playful. “You haven’t paid me any attention ever since the wedding preparations began.”
EmersonThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains of Raven’s room, casting a soft glow over her sleeping form. I stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment, a cup of coffee in one hand. She looked peaceful, but something about her demeanor had been unsettling me since the wedding. Her sudden distance, her refusal to even kiss me in front of the guests—it gnawed at me. I figured a little gesture of affection might break the ice.I moved toward her, placing the coffee on the nightstand. “Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered as I leaned down to brush my lips against her cheek in what I hoped was a tender, disarming kiss.But the moment my lips touched her skin, her eyes flew open, and a look of pure fury crossed her face. She shot up from the bed so fast it startled me, the warm morning feeling in the room replaced by a sharp chill.“Emerson,” she spat, her voice low and dangerous, “don’t ever come into my room without my permission again.”I blinked, taken aback. “Raven
EmersonI sat on the couch, staring at the empty glass in my hand, the warmth of the alcohol doing little to soothe the turmoil inside me. Raven’s coldness haunted me—her indifference had sunk its claws deep into my chest, tightening with every moment that passed. And now, with Clark sniffing around, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot worse.I was just about to head back to my room when I heard the door creak open. My beta, Luca, stepped inside, his usual composed demeanor giving way to concern. Luca was one of the few people I trusted completely—his loyalty to me was unquestionable, and he had a way of seeing through situations that I sometimes missed.“Emerson,” he said, his voice low, “how are you holding up?”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Not good, Luca. Not good at all.” I stood up, running my fingers through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Raven’s distant. It’s killing me. She won’t talk to me, won’t tell me what’s going on, and it’s
RavenMy heart felt like it was cracking apart, piece by jagged piece, as I stormed out of the room, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight. Clark. Of all people, Clark—the one person I had let my guard down around, the one person I thought might be different from the rest. He was the reason my sister was dead. The reason my life had turned into this hollow, vengeful existence. And I had trusted him. Loved him.The memory of his confession replayed in my mind, over and over like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. His voice had been tight with guilt, his eyes filled with the kind of regret that made me want to scream. But it didn’t matter. No amount of remorse could fix what had been done. No amount of love could change the fact that he had killed her. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to bury the feelings I had for him so deep that they would never surface again. But the truth was, I was torn apart inside.I stumbled into the nearest
RavenStanding at the edge of the stage, I could feel every nerve in my body humming with anticipation. Tonight was the night. The night I would finally expose Emerson and Lila for the corrupt, scheming monsters they were. Every second had been building to this moment, every sleepless night, every carefully calculated move. And now, it was all about to come crashing down.The crowd in the room shifted restlessly, the low murmur of voices blending with the soft clinking of champagne glasses. I scanned the faces before me, knowing that among them were my enemies, my allies, and those who would fall once this was over. My stomach twisted, but I forced the feeling down, locking it in the pit where I stored all the rage, all the betrayal. I couldn’t afford to feel anything else right now.I glanced over to the side of the stage and caught sight of Emerson, standing tall and smug, his arm casually slung around Lila’s waist. They looked like the perfect power couple—the corporate king and qu
ClarkThe phone rang once, twice, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I’d say once Raven picked up. I had no plan for this, no clever way to make her understand that everything I’d done—even the worst of it—had been a mistake I was tricked into. How could I even explain that?But then the ringing stopped, and for a second, I thought she’d hung up without answering. I almost dropped the phone in my surprise when I heard her voice.“What do you want, Clark?” Her voice was cold, detached, like I wasn’t even worth her time.I swallowed hard, trying to push past the knot of guilt in my throat. “Raven, I need to talk to you.”She scoffed, and the sound hit me like a punch to the gut. “We don’t have anything left to talk about.”She was right. I had lied to her. Kept the truth from her about the hit-and-run, about the night her world shattered. But I couldn’t let her walk into Marcus’s trap without at least trying to warn her.“I know you hate me right now, an
ClarkThe weight of my plan settled in my chest as I walked out of my apartment, my footsteps feeling heavier with every step. Setting a trap for Marcus wasn’t just about taking him down. It was about protecting Raven. It was about fixing the mistakes I had made—about making sure she didn’t fall into the trap he had laid out for her.I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was creeping closer. Marcus had been too quiet these last few days, which was never a good sign. Someone like him didn’t stay quiet unless they were plotting something bigger, and my gut told me that he was planning to make his move at the upcoming business event. The same event where Raven had planned her grand reveal against Emerson and Lila.The problem was, I didn’t know how deep Marcus’s play went. All I knew was that it was dangerous, and that if I didn’t stop him, Raven would end up taking the fall. Marcus had always been a master manipulator, and he knew how to twist every situation to his advantage. If I d
ClarkAfter confronting Marcus, my mind was spinning. The weight of everything I had learned sat heavy in my chest, and the truth felt like a ticking time bomb. I couldn’t do this alone. Marcus had too much power, too much influence, and I was just one person—one deeply flawed, guilt-ridden person. If I was going to expose him, I needed help.The first thing I did was reach out to some of the people I thought I could trust in the company, starting with those I had worked closely with over the years. Some of them had been loyal to Emerson and the pack, or at least that’s what I had assumed. I called a few of them in for quiet meetings, avoiding too much attention. But each time, the result was the same.“He’s too powerful, Clark.”“I’ve got a family to think about.”“Marcus has connections everywhere. If you go after him, it’ll be career suicide for all of us.”The excuses kept piling up, and I could see the fear in their eyes. Marcus had wrapped his hands around every throat in this o
ClarkThe next morning, I felt a weight in my chest that I couldn’t shake, like I was dragging a boulder behind me as I made my way to Marcus’s office. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, but one thing was clear—I had to confront him. I needed answers. Not just for Raven, but for myself.As I pushed open the door to Marcus’s private office, he looked up from his desk with that smug smile that I now realized had been there all along. He leaned back in his chair, his hands casually clasped together. The man was too calm, too collected. He already knew why I was here.“Clark,” he said, his voice cool, “I wasn’t expecting you this early. What brings you in?”I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know what you’ve been doing, Marcus. I know everything.”His smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker in his eyes. “Do you now? And what exactly do you think you know?”“You manipulated me that night,” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “The night of the hit-and
ClarkThe moment I told Raven the truth, I felt the ground beneath me shatter. The words had barely left my lips, and already I could see the fire in her eyes turning into something far worse—betrayal. Pain. Fury.She didn’t scream, but her silence cut deeper than anything. She stood there, her body rigid, fists clenched so tightly at her sides that I thought she’d draw blood. And then, without a single word, she turned and walked away.“Raven, please—just listen to me!” My voice sounded desperate, even to my own ears, but I couldn’t let her go, not like this. I reached out, but she was already gone, slipping out of reach like a fading shadow.The guilt weighed heavy on my chest, suffocating, crushing. I wanted to chase after her, make her understand that I never meant for any of this to happen. But how could I? How could I explain away the fact that I had been behind the wheel of the car that had taken away everything she held dear?She knew the truth now, and it was too late to take
RavenAs the day of the business event approached, my plans were nearly complete. I had worked tirelessly to ensure everything would fall perfectly into place. Emerson and Lila’s world was about to crumble, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Every piece of evidence I had meticulously collected would be revealed tonight, publicly and without mercy. This wasn’t just about exposing their affair—it was about ruining them professionally, tearing down the empire they had tried to control.I stood by the window of my office, looking out over the city, the calm before the storm. There was a certain thrill in knowing how close I was to victory, how soon their lives would be shattered. Ava had been instrumental in gathering the last few pieces of information, ensuring we had witnesses and verifiable proof. Her sharp instincts made her a formidable ally, and she had been just as determined as I was to see Emerson fall.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Ava entered, her
RavenAs the day of the business event approached, my plans were nearly complete. I had worked tirelessly to ensure everything would fall perfectly into place. Emerson and Lila’s world was about to crumble, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Every piece of evidence I had meticulously collected would be revealed tonight, publicly and without mercy. This wasn’t just about exposing their affair—it was about ruining them professionally, tearing down the empire they had tried to control.I stood by the window of my office, looking out over the city, the calm before the storm. There was a certain thrill in knowing how close I was to victory, how soon their lives would be shattered. Ava had been instrumental in gathering the last few pieces of information, ensuring we had witnesses and verifiable proof. Her sharp instincts made her a formidable ally, and she had been just as determined as I was to see Emerson fall.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Ava entered, her