I lean back in my chair, processing this new information. It reshapes the image I had of Kris, complicates it. “So, she might still be harboring some old ambitions? Is that what you’re suggesting? She wants Peter’s position?”“Yes,” Axton confirms, his gaze steady. “Her expulsion could have been the
VerenaI’m walking through the back gardens of Dante’s estate alone, trying to wrap my head around what Niklaus told me last night. I mean, I had my own suspicions, since I figured out none of the spells Kris taught me would have worked on Peter.But it makes no sense. If Kris wanted Peter’s place i
“Do you think you’ll ever be able to... find happiness in your marriage?” I ask gently, not wanting to pry but genuinely curious.“I hope so,” she says softly. “I believe in the power of time and effort. And maybe one day, we’ll be able to look past our roles and see each other for who we really are
NiklausVerena is finally asleep, her breaths soft and even as she lies next to me. I should be asleep too, but I can’t shut off my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, hear her words, feel the weight of what she sacrificed for me, for us.She traded her soul. Fucking hell, she gave up
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build up again. I gasp when he encircles the pad of his finger over my clit, teasing me in the perfect position as I push my ass against his hard cock. Niklaus brings his other hand around and places it at my throat as he continues to whisper filthy nothings int
VerenaAs we stand at Dante and Keilani’s private landing zone, I take a deep breath, letting the early afternoon air fill my lungs. Niklaus’s jet waits for us on the tarmac, sleek and ready to whisk us away. Axton and Laz left a day ago to get things ready back home, but saying goodbye to Dante and
VerenaTouching down in New York feels like stepping into a storm. The weight of everything Niklaus and I have been through crashes into me, but there’s no time to process it all. As soon as we land, we head straight for the pack house. The ride is silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog
*** I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, flipping through a book Niklaus left on the nightstand, when Kristina knocks softly on the door. Her face appears, a mix of relief and weariness as she sees me. I motion her in, my heart aching a little at her stricken expression.“Hey, Kristina,” I greet her,