ClarkI didn’t mean for any of this to happen. At first, I thought I was just intrigued by Raven. She had this air about her, a quiet intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame. But it was more than that. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized it wasn’t just her strength or her beauty that fascinated me—it was the way she moved through the world, so calculated, so deliberate. She was always three steps ahead of everyone else. And I admired that. I admired her, despite the dark secret that I carried with me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning, thinking about the mess I was in. I’d killed her. Not in the way people think of murder, but I was the one behind the wheel the night she died. The accident had shattered everything. And yet, here she was, reborn, alive again. Just like me. The fact that we were both back didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I was terrified of what that meant.Every time I was near her, it was like walking a tightrope. I wanted to pr
ClarkEvery time I looked at her, I felt that familiar pull—one that I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I tried. Raven was intoxicating, dangerous, and everything I wasn’t supposed to want. But I did. I wanted her more than I could even admit to myself. The guilt sat heavy in my chest, a constant reminder of the secret I was hiding. But every time she smiled, every time her eyes flickered toward me with that knowing look, it was like none of that mattered. I couldn’t let go, even though I knew the truth would ruin everything between us.I stood by her side as she began setting her revenge plan into motion. I watched as she manipulated situations at work, bending Emerson and Lila to her will with a level of calculation I hadn’t expected. She was brilliant, no doubt about it. The way she orchestrated things, making sure every move counted, made it clear that this wasn’t just some petty grudge she was nursing. She wanted them both to fall—and hard.Raven spent hours going through
ClarkI hadn’t been able to sleep for days, my mind constantly racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Raven—her smile, her fire, her fierce determination to see her revenge through. And I saw the guilt, the secret I carried like a heavy chain around my neck, threatening to strangle me with every breath. The closer we got, the harder it was to keep up this facade. I wanted to tell her everything, to come clean, but I couldn’t. Not when it could tear everything apart.She trusted me now, in a way that I never thought possible. Somehow, amidst her revenge plot, we had grown closer. I wasn’t just a tool she used for company or pleasure anymore—I could feel it in the way she looked at me, the way she leaned on me when she thought no one else was watching. She needed me, even if she didn’t say it out loud. And that only made the guilt worse.I found myself at a crossroads, torn between revealing the truth and continuing the lie. Every time I thought about confessing, a voice in the back
EmersonThe tension between Lila and me had been thick since the moment we stepped onto the plane for this business trip. She was as charming and flirtatious as ever, her eyes constantly seeking mine, her touches lingering too long for my liking. But it all felt hollow now. I couldn’t stop thinking about Raven—about our broken marriage, the distance between us that seemed to grow wider every day.Lila was a distraction, nothing more. She was supposed to be a temporary reprieve from the cold silence I endured at home, but now even she felt like a burden. My mind wasn’t with her, and I knew she could sense it. But what could I do? My life was unraveling, and I had no idea how to put the pieces back together.We arrived at the hotel, and of course, I had made sure to book separate rooms. Lila hadn’t taken the news well, a look of disappointment flashing in her eyes when I handed her the key to her room, which was located on the opposite side of the hotel. She had tried to argue at first,
Emerson The flight back home was a blur. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that things were slipping further out of my control. Lila had been an afterthought on the trip, her attempts to lure me into bed only solidifying my need to end things. But as I sat on the plane, my mind wasn’t on Lila. It was on Raven.I had tried to ignore the signs for too long. She had been distant before, but this was different. The coldness, the way she moved through the house like a ghost—there was something off, something I couldn’t quite place. She had always been sharp, but lately, her confidence seemed to have shifted into something else. Calculated. Purposeful.When the plane finally touched down and I drove home, I couldn’t help but wonder what version of Raven I would find waiting for me.Walking into the house, I felt it immediately. The air was tense, thick with something I couldn’t quite name. Raven was in the living room, her back to me, typing away on her laptop. She didn’t look up when I
EmersonThe days following my return home were a blur of mounting tension, both at work and at home. Raven had become a ghost, haunting my every move. Her presence was cold and distant, yet somehow she was everywhere, influencing everything without even being present. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, heart racing, certain that something was terribly wrong, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what.Raven was taking control at work, and not just in the usual ways. I would get to the office, only to find decisions had been made without my knowledge—meetings scheduled, contracts signed, staff reassigned. It was subtle at first, things I might have overlooked in the past as part of our shared responsibilities. But now, it was happening with alarming frequency.One morning, I sat in a meeting with our senior leadership team, half-listening to the conversation while I scrolled through my emails. Then I saw it: a project that I’d personally put on hold had been pushed
EmersonThe tension between Raven and me had been boiling under the surface for weeks. Every conversation felt like a game of chess, and I was always ten steps behind, fumbling with my pieces while she moved hers with precision and grace. At first, I had brushed it off, thinking that maybe it was just the stress of work or the weight of our marriage crumbling around us. But now, it was more than that. Raven had changed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me—something big.It was late one evening, and the house was eerily quiet. I stood by the kitchen window, staring out into the darkness, nursing a glass of whiskey as I turned everything over in my mind. My thoughts kept returning to the same place: Lila. Raven had to know about the affair. There was no other explanation for the way she’d been acting, the way she seemed to glide through our life as if it didn’t matter anymore, as if she was playing some larger game I couldn’t even begin to understand.
RavenIt 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
EmersonThe tension between Raven and me had been boiling under the surface for weeks. Every conversation felt like a game of chess, and I was always ten steps behind, fumbling with my pieces while she moved hers with precision and grace. At first, I had brushed it off, thinking that maybe it was just the stress of work or the weight of our marriage crumbling around us. But now, it was more than that. Raven had changed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me—something big.It was late one evening, and the house was eerily quiet. I stood by the kitchen window, staring out into the darkness, nursing a glass of whiskey as I turned everything over in my mind. My thoughts kept returning to the same place: Lila. Raven had to know about the affair. There was no other explanation for the way she’d been acting, the way she seemed to glide through our life as if it didn’t matter anymore, as if she was playing some larger game I couldn’t even begin to understand.
EmersonThe days following my return home were a blur of mounting tension, both at work and at home. Raven had become a ghost, haunting my every move. Her presence was cold and distant, yet somehow she was everywhere, influencing everything without even being present. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, heart racing, certain that something was terribly wrong, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what.Raven was taking control at work, and not just in the usual ways. I would get to the office, only to find decisions had been made without my knowledge—meetings scheduled, contracts signed, staff reassigned. It was subtle at first, things I might have overlooked in the past as part of our shared responsibilities. But now, it was happening with alarming frequency.One morning, I sat in a meeting with our senior leadership team, half-listening to the conversation while I scrolled through my emails. Then I saw it: a project that I’d personally put on hold had been pushed
Emerson The flight back home was a blur. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that things were slipping further out of my control. Lila had been an afterthought on the trip, her attempts to lure me into bed only solidifying my need to end things. But as I sat on the plane, my mind wasn’t on Lila. It was on Raven.I had tried to ignore the signs for too long. She had been distant before, but this was different. The coldness, the way she moved through the house like a ghost—there was something off, something I couldn’t quite place. She had always been sharp, but lately, her confidence seemed to have shifted into something else. Calculated. Purposeful.When the plane finally touched down and I drove home, I couldn’t help but wonder what version of Raven I would find waiting for me.Walking into the house, I felt it immediately. The air was tense, thick with something I couldn’t quite name. Raven was in the living room, her back to me, typing away on her laptop. She didn’t look up when I
EmersonThe tension between Lila and me had been thick since the moment we stepped onto the plane for this business trip. She was as charming and flirtatious as ever, her eyes constantly seeking mine, her touches lingering too long for my liking. But it all felt hollow now. I couldn’t stop thinking about Raven—about our broken marriage, the distance between us that seemed to grow wider every day.Lila was a distraction, nothing more. She was supposed to be a temporary reprieve from the cold silence I endured at home, but now even she felt like a burden. My mind wasn’t with her, and I knew she could sense it. But what could I do? My life was unraveling, and I had no idea how to put the pieces back together.We arrived at the hotel, and of course, I had made sure to book separate rooms. Lila hadn’t taken the news well, a look of disappointment flashing in her eyes when I handed her the key to her room, which was located on the opposite side of the hotel. She had tried to argue at first,
ClarkI hadn’t been able to sleep for days, my mind constantly racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Raven—her smile, her fire, her fierce determination to see her revenge through. And I saw the guilt, the secret I carried like a heavy chain around my neck, threatening to strangle me with every breath. The closer we got, the harder it was to keep up this facade. I wanted to tell her everything, to come clean, but I couldn’t. Not when it could tear everything apart.She trusted me now, in a way that I never thought possible. Somehow, amidst her revenge plot, we had grown closer. I wasn’t just a tool she used for company or pleasure anymore—I could feel it in the way she looked at me, the way she leaned on me when she thought no one else was watching. She needed me, even if she didn’t say it out loud. And that only made the guilt worse.I found myself at a crossroads, torn between revealing the truth and continuing the lie. Every time I thought about confessing, a voice in the back
ClarkEvery time I looked at her, I felt that familiar pull—one that I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I tried. Raven was intoxicating, dangerous, and everything I wasn’t supposed to want. But I did. I wanted her more than I could even admit to myself. The guilt sat heavy in my chest, a constant reminder of the secret I was hiding. But every time she smiled, every time her eyes flickered toward me with that knowing look, it was like none of that mattered. I couldn’t let go, even though I knew the truth would ruin everything between us.I stood by her side as she began setting her revenge plan into motion. I watched as she manipulated situations at work, bending Emerson and Lila to her will with a level of calculation I hadn’t expected. She was brilliant, no doubt about it. The way she orchestrated things, making sure every move counted, made it clear that this wasn’t just some petty grudge she was nursing. She wanted them both to fall—and hard.Raven spent hours going through
ClarkI didn’t mean for any of this to happen. At first, I thought I was just intrigued by Raven. She had this air about her, a quiet intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame. But it was more than that. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized it wasn’t just her strength or her beauty that fascinated me—it was the way she moved through the world, so calculated, so deliberate. She was always three steps ahead of everyone else. And I admired that. I admired her, despite the dark secret that I carried with me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning, thinking about the mess I was in. I’d killed her. Not in the way people think of murder, but I was the one behind the wheel the night she died. The accident had shattered everything. And yet, here she was, reborn, alive again. Just like me. The fact that we were both back didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I was terrified of what that meant.Every time I was near her, it was like walking a tightrope. I wanted to pr
ClarkI didn’t mean for any of this to happen. At first, I thought I was just intrigued by Raven. She had this air about her, a quiet intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame. But it was more than that. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized it wasn’t just her strength or her beauty that fascinated me—it was the way she moved through the world, so calculated, so deliberate. She was always three steps ahead of everyone else. And I admired that. I admired her, despite the dark secret that I carried with me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning, thinking about the mess I was in. I’d killed her. Not in the way people think of murder, but I was the one behind the wheel the night she died. The accident had shattered everything. And yet, here she was, reborn, alive again. Just like me. The fact that we were both back didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I was terrified of what that meant.Every time I was near her, it was like walking a tightrope. I wanted to pr
RavenAfter the long day, my head was buzzing with everything Marcus had said. His words lingered, echoing in my mind as I drove to Ava’s apartment. He was right—this wasn’t just about the business anymore. It had turned into a game of power, and I had to decide whether I was going to play or be swept aside. But that wasn’t all that weighed on my mind. Clark. Luca. Emerson. My life had become a tangle of lies, betrayal, and secrets. And I was right in the middle of it all.When I arrived at Ava’s, she greeted me with her usual sharp smile. There was something about her that had changed since we first started working together—she was no longer just my confidante. She had become a formidable partner, a woman who could handle any situation thrown her way. She was fierce, and I needed her now more than ever.“Long day?” Ava asked as she poured me a glass of wine, her eyes flicking over me with a knowing look.“You could say that,” I replied, sinking into the plush chair by the window. “Ma