“Should we move her? Maybe back to Greece, or even here at the hotel?” Ares asks. “Nah, that will attract too much attention. People will know something’s up,” I explain, shoving one hand into the pockets of my slacks. “We still don’t know the full extent of Fabiani’s deception.” Mitri shakes his
Verena I’m pacing the floor again, waiting for this Martha to show up and tell me what my duties will be. It pisses me off that Alpha Niklaus thought I would turn my nose up to work, as if I have a choice. As I said, work is work and if I want to survive, I will need to get by. My name is not Anabella; I don’t use my looks to trick people into getting what I want, and I am not superficial. Although, I swear to Goddess, the way he looked at me made me nearly hit out in hives. Why do I always feel so nervous around him? From what I can tell, he’s not like Lucan, but I need to remember that he is an Alpha and the only thing Alphas do well is take and abuse. I can’t trust him. I need to make enough money so I can get my mother out of Crescent Fang, escape and move out of the country. There’s no life for me here, not anymore, and I feel like my mother is in danger. I wouldn’t put it past Lucan to use her to bring me back since I insulted and disrespected him. A knock on the door snaps
This seems to make her smile, and for the next few hours, Martha takes me and my team under her wings and shows us the ropes. It felt nice working, I won’t lie; knowing I’m earning my keep and doing something instead of moping around. The VIP apartments are MASSIVE compared to the others; they’re not apartments, but literal penthouses. I see now why a three-person team is needed to clean them. I was dreading cleaning Alpha Niklaus’ place myself, which is why I left it for last. The cleaning took longer because of Martha instructing us and telling us what cleaning materials to use, where and how to use them. So I think as soon as we’ll get into it, we’ll be done with these VIP rooms by noon every day. By the time 7pm came around, I was ready to hop into a warm bath and soak the day away. But I still had his place to clean, so I suck it up and press the elevator code to his apartment. I have to get this over with, and besides, he most likely won’t be there. As soon as the elevator d
And he wants me alone in here, for what reason, exactly? It can’t be because he trusts me since he doesn’t even know me. So what is it? I should confront him about it, but I think I’ve seen enough of him for today. Apparently fate doesn’t think so, because who do I see, shirtless and walking in onl
Verena Nothing has really happened for about a week after the incident at Alpha Niklaus’ apartment. He hasn’t walked around half naked in his kitchen, either. I’m not sure whether that disappoints me or makes me happy. I’m settling in nicely, with a routine planned out after I finish work just aft
“Why did I warn you about the plot to kill your sister when I knew nothing about her?” I say, crossing my arms. “You can believe me or not, I don’t care; but I have absolutely fucking nothing to lose by lying.” Alpha Niklaus chuckles and leans back in his chair, while Ares now seems just about read
Niklaus The second she walked into the place, I knew I shouldn’t have asked her to help out. That dress clings to her like a second skin, those legs that go on for miles makes me want to wrap them around my neck. And fuck…she looks perfect in that collar. I’m sitting in the VIP section with my brothers, going over everything for the ‘funeral’ this weekend. My mind should be here, I should be focussed on this and not the beautiful brunette across the room. It’s been five hours. Five fucking hours and all I can think about is bending her over that bar. “Fuck, she’s got him,” Ares comments as he hands me a glass. “And don’t even try to deny it.” I scowl at him. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means a week ago, you would have banished that Rogue from our territories, and now you have her playing waitress,” he says with a shrug. “Do you want to fuck her that bad?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Are you forgetting she has given us valuable information, not only once, but twice
She’s burst into my life, warning me about enemies close to me and saving my sister. Is it because I know nothing about her and she’s refusing to be open with me? “What can I get you, Alpha?” I’m so lost in my own head that I didn’t even notice she’s standing in front of me. She’s wearing a smile that doesn’t seem to be fake, which is something I am not used to seeing on her. That and her eyes are glazed. “Dalmore 62, the entire bottle, please,” I say as I lean my elbow against the counter and watch her work. She’s flushed, so I know she’s aware of my gaze, and when she turns back with a bottle and a pitcher of ice, I can see something’s off. “Have you been drinking?” She blinks and shakes her head, placing both things in front of me. “N-no… I mean, I had a sh–shot with one of the guests, but I know how to hold my liquor—” then she sways and stumbles backwards. I growl and move behind the counter before she falls, gesturing to Laz to come over as I scoop her into my arms. “What’
“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
NiklausI’m perched at my desk, staring blankly at the papers strewn across it, but my mind is miles away, focused on the ticking clock and the phone beside it. The quiet of the office amplifies the occasional rustle of leaves outside, a cruel reminder of the waiting game I’m now playing. Three mon
“I didn’t teach you any dark magic because I was terrified of the implications it would have. You have Peter’s blood; my blood, and with that comes an addiction to dark magic,” she admits. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull? The lure to take things a step further? I know how it feels, darling, a
VerenaThe sun is warm on my back as I move among the tables laid out on the pack lands, the laughter of children bubbling around me like a cheerful stream. I’m arranging the final touches for the picnic we’ve promised them, smoothing a tablecloth here, straightening a plate there. The ladies of the