“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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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