As the meeting dragged on, I found myself zoning out, lost in thought. What was Gino really looking for in this fake marriage? Was it just a business arrangement, or was there something more? I glanced over at Gino, trying to catch his eye, but he was too engrossed in the meeting to notice. His eyes were fixed intently on the papers in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration. The meeting finally came to a close, and we left the conference room together. Gino turned to me with a smile. "Well, that's done," he said. "The merger is set to close next week." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was over, and now we could move on to the next step. But as we walked back to the office, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Gino seemed distant, preoccupied. And I couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes. We spent the rest of the day going over the details of our fake marriage, discussing everythin
As we entered the apartment, Gino's eyes never left mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. He walked ahead of me, his long strides eating up the distance to the living room. I followed him, my heart pounding in my ears. He stopped before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the city skyline. The silence was oppressive, and I felt I was waiting for something to happen. Finally, he turned to me, his eyes still burning with intensity. "I think it's time we talked about what's going on here," he said, his voice low and husky. My heart skipped a beat as I realised that this was it. This was the moment when everything would change. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Gino walked closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I think we've been playing this game too long," he said. "I think it's time we stopped pretending and started being honest with each other. I want real honesty, and we should get to know each other better since we will s
The morning sun poured into my room, casting a warm glow that chased away the remnants of the night’s uncertainties. I sat in bed, stretching and recalling the kiss that lingered on my lips like a dream I didn't want to forget. Today was the day of our shopping expedition, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervous energy. As I picked out an outfit, I considered how much had changed in such a short time. I slipped on a simple tailored dress that hugged my figure in all the right places and, after some deliberation, decided on a light jacket. I wanted to impress Gino, but more importantly, I wanted to feel confident. "Wow, you look stunning. I might have to keep you around as my fake wife a little longer," Gino teased. I laughed, feeling my cheeks blush. "Well, I'm glad to hear that because I'm still trying to find the perfect outfit to impress your family later." “Trust me, with you as my date, I'm pretty sure my parents will love you,” he said, ope
“I just started as a receptionist," I said, directing attention to Gino's mother. "I'm enjoying it so far. It's a great environment, and I’m learning a lot." Gino's father nodded appreciatively. "That's wonderful! A good receptionist is the backbone of any business. And don’t get me started on the importance of first impressions. You’re already off to a fantastic start with that dress,” he added, gesturing at my outfit. Gino chimed in with a playful glint in his eye. “Told you she would stun everyone, didn’t I? Harriet is also quite talented at organising events. We might need her for family gatherings!” I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks again at the compliments and the easy banter Gino shared with his family. They made me feel part of their joyful chaos. Just then, Gino’s mom stood up, heading toward the kitchen while calling back to us, “Who wants dessert? I made my famous tiramisu!” A chorus of excited responses followed, and I felt my nervousness dissipa
The next day, I woke up to find that Gino had already left. I wasn't sure where he had gone, but it was a hard pill for me to swallow as I sat in the silent apartment alone. I stood up and walked over to the window. It was a breathtaking view, and I knew I was lucky to be here, but my thoughts soon wandered to my past. How did they feel that I had left the pack? Had Damon even noticed? I wondered how Sandra must be feeling. I had promised to call her, and still, I hadn't. I hesitated as my eyes fell on the mobile on the kitchen side that Gino had bought for me. I hadn't even used it. Maybe I should call my best friend to tell her I was okay and still alive. As soon as I picked up the shiny phone, I felt the nerves kick in. My fingers trembled slightly as I turned it over, the sleek surface reflecting my uncertain expression. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that Sandra would be relieved to hear from me, but the weight of guilt hung heavy in my chest. M
The weight of his words hung heavily between us, a reassuring balm to the sting of Trudie’s outburst. I let out a shaky breath, trying to process both the chaos of the moment and Gino’s presence as my anchor. “Thank you for handling that,” I said, my voice steadier now. “I didn’t expect someone from your past to show up like that, let alone to accuse me of… replacing her.” I stepped back, creating a little distance; I still wasn’t sure how to navigate this new territory. Gino moved as if to close the gap again, but something in my demeanour made him pause. “You didn’t replace anyone, Harriet” His sincerity shone through his bright, unyielding eyes. “I just… I never thought I’d be stepping into someone else’s shoes, even if it’s unintentional,” I confessed, feeling a warmth creeping into my cheeks. “It’s hard not to feel like you’re just going to slip back into that old life with her.” “There’s no going back for me, not now. You make me want to be better. You’ve alr
Damon’s POV I paced up and down the hall, trying my hardest not to lose my shit. How could Harriet leave me like that? Was she crazy? My thoughts kept returning to Harriet, no matter what I was doing, whether it be pack business, in the shower, or out in my wolf form for a run. Why could I not stop thinking about her? I mean, yes, ok, Aurora was beautiful, stunning and had a body that drove me crazy, but yet I found myself thinking about Harriet and imagining it was her underneath me when I was fucking Aurora. She couldn't make me feel half as satisfied as Harriet always had. I clenched my fists into angry balls of fury. I needed to know where Harriet had gone. How could I not even notice she had left? Yet her best friend claimed to know nothing of her disappearance. I took a deep breath to rein in the storm of emotions. My fingers threaded through my hair as I paced, the walls closing on me. The memory of Harriet's eyes—those soft, stormy blues that always wrapped me around he
“Alpha Damon, may I speak with you for a moment? It’s about Harriet.” I turned abruptly at Sandra's voice, the anxious tremor in her fingers betraying the calm she was trying to project. A low growl rumbled deep within me, driven by instincts I couldn't suppress—the primal urge to protect and the insatiable need to uncover the truth. Something was buried beneath her calm facade and twisted like a knot in my stomach. "I will give you some space," Lucas suddenly announced and disappeared. “What do you know? What are you hiding from me?” My words cut through the air, harsher than I intended, but the desperation clawing at my insides demanded answers. I wanted to shake the truth from her like the beast I was. "Damon, please," she breathed, inching closer yet remaining cautious. "She called me. She's okay—she's alive." Relief flooded through me, only to twist into confusion and rage. “And? What else?” I pressed, my impatience boiling over. “She said she’s happy,” Sandra con
Damon pov My heart sank into my stomach as I realised the café was empty of Harriet but full of strangers. I could picture her sipping coffee, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the bustling café. I turned away from the counter, insisting that I wouldn’t give up, not now.“Let’s ask the barista if she saw where Harriet went,” Lucas suggested, his voice steady and calming amidst the turmoil inside me.“Right,” I replied, trying to muster determination. Approaching the counter again, I placed my palms against the cool surface and leaned in slightly. “Excuse me,” I told the barista, a young woman with dark, curly hair. Did you happen to see a woman leave here? Her name is Harriet.” The woman glared at me. “Why would I remember when I see a lot of people?” She rolled her eyes and tutted rather rudely. I swallowed hard, momentarily taken aback by her dismissive attitude. “I understand, but she’s critical to me. It would be a huge help if you could think back briefly.”“Look, I don’
A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. The casualness of the café around us faded into an echo, and all I could focus on was the name that had been a ghost in my life for far too long. I didn’t want Gino to see my reaction, so I took a breath and tried to manage the confusion swirling within me. “Harriet? You okay?” Gino’s voice was laced with concern again, pulling me back to reality. I could see the shadow of worry crossing his features as he sensed my shift. “Yeah, just... a message from a friend,” I stammered, turning my phone facedown on the counter. I couldn’t bring myself to explain. The last thing I wanted was for him to question me, to sense any thought of Damon’s lingering effect on my life. I desperately wanted to keep this moment between us—a fresh beginning unmarred by the past. Gino frowned slightly but ultimately shrugged it off. “Alright, if you say so. But you know I’m here if you need to talk about anything.” I nodded by instinct, thankful for his g
I took a deep breath, leaning against the counter, searching for clarity amidst the conflicting thoughts swirling in my mind. The café buzzed with energy—the clink of cups, hushed conversations, laughter. All of it felt distant, like I was watching from behind a glass wall, unable to break through. “Harriet?” Gino’s voice pulled me back to the present, concern etched on his face. “You alright? You seem… off.” “Yeah, I’m okay,” I lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Just... a bit overwhelmed by everything.” “Look, I really appreciate you being here,” he said, his tone less casual now. “But I need you to be all in. You’re not just my assistant; you’re an integral part of this. I value your insight.” I nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. I knew he saw my potential, but did he truly understand the depth of my insecurities? That his validation was like air to me, essential yet elusive? “I want to be,” I said, my voice faltering. “But sometimes it fee
Lucas regarded me with a steady gaze, his hands resting on his knees as he listened. “Look, Alpha, we can’t change the past. You made mistakes, but dwelling on them won’t help your situation now. What matters is what you do next. You have the chance to make things right, to talk to her. Focus on that.” I nodded, but the weight of my regrets felt suffocating. The swirling emotions of love, betrayal, and longing wove through my thoughts as I imagined Harriet in Paris, in the arms of a man who wasn’t me. The plane's ascent was a cruel metaphor for my life—ascending into an unknown future, while I was tethered to the past by a thread that seemed all too fragile. “Do you think she’ll even want to see me?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. The thought sent chills down my spine; what if she had found happiness elsewhere? What if I was too late? “Only one way to find out,” Lucas replied, firm yet gentle. “You need to be honest with her. Show her how you fee
The view from the large glass windows was mesmerizing, but it offered little comfort against the rising tide of insecurity brewing within me. Paris, the City of Light, where dreams sparkled against a canvas of architecture and culture—yet standing there, I felt only shadows creeping in, darkening the vibrant view. With Gino in the spotlight, I knew he was likely unaware of my turmoil. The confident persona he projected was contagious, illuminating the room and capturing the attention of everyone in attendance. But there I stood, seemingly invisible, trapped in a whirlwind of self-doubt. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching people move below like fragments of a bustling movie scene. Couples strolled hand in hand, laughing and sharing, their carefree spirits contrasting starkly with my internal struggle. I felt like an outsider to my own life, stuck in a narrative where I had yet to define my role. In the quiet behind the din of the meeting, my mind wandered b
Harriet’s POVWhen we finally entered the building we were greeted by a lady who introduced herself as Jade. She was pretty, probably around twenty years old, her long brunette hair cascaded down her face and her brown chocolate eyes twinkled as she smiled. She looked stunning in her black knee length dress and black heels. I glanced at Gino who was busy staring at his phone, something was distracting him and it made me feel extremely uneasy. “Good afternoon Mr Yarn and your lovely guest.” She nodded at me and I smiled back.“My names Harriet, I’m Mr Yarn’s fiancée.” I held my hand out to the lady and she glanced at me and then back at Gino with surprise. “Oh, pleased to meet you. Follow me please.” She gestured us to follow her and led us to a huge room with glass windows that went from floor to ceiling revealing the bustling streets below. It was a breathtaking scene to see. “Gino, it’s beautiful here.” I whispered to him but he just grunted in response. I felt confused at his be
Harriet’s POV Taking a deep breath I set my phone aside and forced myself to focus on the present moment, I wanted to push all thoughts of my ex from my mind. The delicious aroma of crossings and strong coffee enveloped me like a thick blanket. I loved it here in Paris and didn’t want to have to leave. Being here felt right, especially with Gino by my side. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my tummy at the thought of him kissing me. Gazing up at the perfectly clean windows of the cafe, I saw the cobblestones streets busy with passerbys lost in their conversations. It seemed to blend in well with the music from the street musicians. Everyone seemed so happy and in love around here. “What are you dreaming about there?” Gino returned with a small smile on his lips as he slid into his seat. “Oh, nothing just thinking how lovely it is here.” I admitted unable to keep the smile off of my face. “It feels like a movie.” “Or a romantic novel.” He teased. His eyes sparked as he spoke.
Aurora’s POV How could I have been so stupid to think that Damon would stay loyal to me? I never thought that he would chase after an omega. I hated her. Harriet was not anything special. I couldn’t let my reputation be destroyed. If this got out, I would be known as the laughing stock. I sat on the bed as the nurse examined my ankle. She gave me a sympathetic smile, and I scowled, looking away. I didn’t want or need her sympathy. Who did she think she was, anyway? At that moment, the nurse placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Luna Aurora," she said softly, her voice soothing. But I barely registered her words; my mind was too clouded with anger and betrayal. “Just hurry up and wrap it,” I snapped, trying to mask my vulnerability behind annoyance. My heart raced with jealousy as images of Damon and Harriet played on a painful loop in my mind. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up in a way I thought was reserved for me. If he could turn so quickly, what
“Where?” “She's in Paris, Alpha Damon. She's with another man.” My heart sank like a stone at the thought of Harriet being in Paris with another man. The vision of her laughing and sharing intimate moments with someone else clawed at my insides, threatening to pull me under. Suddenly, the urgency that had filled my veins just moments ago twisted into a suffocating despair. “Alpha?” One of my guards whispered, pulling me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts. “What are your orders?”I shook my head, trying to dispel the haunting image of Harriet with someone else. I had to focus. I couldn’t allow my personal turmoil to endanger my pack.“Change of plans,” I said, my voice steady but low. “We need to head to the airport. If she’s in Paris, that’s where we’ll find her.” I had no detailed plan; I knew I couldn't leave things as they were. I had to confront her to see the truth straight from her lips.“How did you find out?” “It was Beta Lucas. He managed to get the information f