LIANNA’S POV
"Lianna?" He was surprised to see me as well.
We had been best friends since school even though he was several classes my senior and that was only because I had been doubly promoted several times. But we drifted apart when Ethan and I started dating. And then he just left with no goodbyes or explanations.
"Oh my God." I smiled. "You look great." He had always been handsome but the past year had been good for him. His features were now more defined. His brown eyes looked almost dark now and his pink lips were fuller. His killer jaw was covered with a light stubble. His smile faded as he gave me a quick inspection with his eyes. Even before the man attacked me I already looked horrible. Dirty and tired and my eyes were likely swollen since I spent most of the day in tears now my clothes were in shambles and I had bruises all over my body "Let me take you home." He started toward his car parked on the other side of the road. "No no, you didn't have to, I'm sure you have something better to do." I didn't want to be anywhere near Ethan's brother. "If you don't want me to drive you home, I'll just ask Ethan to come to pick you up." "No!" I cut him short and he looked at me confused. "It's just that it's late and I'm sure he is sleeping. I don't want to wake him up." I lied. "You just went through . . . A traumatic event. " He said. " and I never knew my brother to be an early sleeper." "People change." I swallowed as I said the words. I had changed also, pain had changed me. I was no longer the wide-eyed girl he knew. "Well, do you mind coming back with me to my hotel?" As I pondered the question he added; "it's a suite, there are extra rooms." Of course, their family had always been rich, the perks of being from royalty and since my only other option was to sleep under a bridge, I agreed to go back with him. The drive was a short and silent one, I know he knew I wasn't telling him the truth. But how could I tell him that his brother abused me? Would he even believe me? I murmured a thank you when he opened the car door for me at the entrance of the luxury hotel. The last time someone opened a door for me was before I married Ethan. When we got in he showed me my room and gave me some privacy. I immediately pulled off my dirty clothes and took a long hot shower. As I bathed some parts of my body ached and thinking of everything that happened a few tears escaped my eyes. When I came out of the bathroom I saw clean clothes laid out on the bed, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, both of which were undoubtedly too big for me. I smiled, Sebastian has always been the most thoughtful person I know. My stomach growled as I put on the clothes, a reminder of how long it had been since I last ate. I folded the loose ends and went to the mirror on the vanity and just as I guessed my eyes were puffy and red. I looked 10 years older than the 21 I was and I had lost weight over the past year. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and went to look for Sebastian.I nearly bumped into him when I opened the door.
"Sorry." We both said at the same time. "I was going to-" "I was coming to-" We started talking at the same time again. "You go first." I laughed. "I was coming to tell you dinner was here." He grinned. "Great, I'm starving." I followed him to the parlour and my mouth watered at the sight of the cuisine spread out on the table. When we sat, he looked at me and frowned before looking away.“Thank you.” I blurted without looking at him. Too afraid of what he might see if he looked at me too long.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head no.
“ Is there anyone you’d like to talk to now?”
“No,” I said softly and thankfully he nodded. I had no friends and my husband tried to have me raped. At first, I tried to eat in smaller lady-like bites but after the first few I gave up and started to eat heartily. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked gently as he watched me. "Breakfast," I answered without thinking. "Are you trying to give yourself an ulcer or does it have to do with why you don’t want to talk to Ethan?" I paused with a spoon halfway to my mouth and remembered how Ethan used me as his trash. "Allergies," I muttered and put down the spoon, suddenly losing my appetite. "Stop lying to me, Lianna." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. "When did you come back? To the pack?" I asked. "Today." He answered quietly. That explains why he hadn't heard the rumours about me, the whore gold digger. "It doesn't matter, you're never here. I'll just pour my heart out to you and you'll have disappeared the next morning." I said, referring to how he left. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd even notice. You were so in love with my brother." My eyes started to water at the reminder of that and I quickly blinked it away. "You didn't even say goodbye." I smiled sadly. "I'm here now." "We were friends for years and you didn't even say goodbye. And now you think you can just walk back into my life." I yelled at him out of anger and pain. He stood up from where he was and pulled me into a hug and I completely broke down. Crying and screaming against his chest. After a while when my tears had subsided, he repeated his question. "What happened to you?" He asked as he wiped my tears and stroked my hair, I felt so warm and safe with him. "Today or the past year?" I sniffled. "Let's start with today." "I went out to see my friend and when I came home Ethan was there, he was angry even though he smelt like a woman's perfume. But at least he was drunk." "What do you mean at least he was drunk?" "He doesn't beat me when he is drunk," I replied and felt Sebastian’s whole body tense up. "He brought his pregnant mistress, and told me I was going to be her maid, so I left. I begged him to reject me and set me free. He did but I had nowhere to go but anywhere was better than there." I continued recalling the humiliation and pain I felt. "I'm so sorry Lianna. I'll take care of him. I'll make him pay for what he did to you." His eyes darkened as he said the words.LIANNA'S POV He started to pull away but I held him, I needed him right now. And I was scared of what he would do in his current state. Because at that moment, he looked like he was ready to kill Ethan for me. "No just stay with me. Stay and be my friend" And I felt him nod against my forehead. The next thing I remember I was waking up in the morning. I got up to pee and brush my teeth and when I checked the time it was 10:15 am. The feeling of sleeping in was a bit strange since Ethan always made me wake up at dawn to do house chores and cook and if there was nothing to do he would create things to do. As I turned on the tap, everything that happened yesterday came back rushing into my head and I had to press my fingers against my eyelids to stop myself from crying. I didn't want to give Sebastian any more reason to worry. Oh my God, how was I going to face him after yesterday? What would have happened if he hadn’t come along and saved me? I didn't want him to treat me
LIANNA'S POV "What?" Did I hear him correctly? "Marry me." He repeated smiling. "Fuck you." I spat at him and started to walk away. "Lianna wait." He said urgently. "I tell you what I've been through and you think it's cool to make a cruel joke like this." "No, it's not that. I would never do that." "Then what the fuck do you mean by that." "I mean it, Lianna. Mate with me." I stared at him blankly. "I mean it. Think about the advantages." "Advantages? What advantages? Do you want to solve my marriage problems with another one? Am I supposed to use one brother to cancel out the other? I'm already being called a gold-digging whore and now you want me to marry the elder brother of my ex-husband who happens to be the rich former Alpha. They would bury me alive." "Only if you let them. Ethan mistreated you, I would never do that I would show them just how valuable and important you are. And even if they still didn't like you no one would dare say a negative word to you, not eve
Lianna: I had said those words without thinking and now, I wasn't so sure if that's what I wanted. I didn't know how exactly to feel. I glanced at him as he swerved out of the Palace, his jaw clenched and his fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. While I wanted to reach out to him and run my fingers through his hair, I knew it was an absolutely bad idea that wouldn't age well. And I didn't want anything like that. So I remained glued to my seat, replaying memories from minutes ago over and over again. I felt humiliated. Today's encounter was the final straw that broke the horse's back. Seeing Ethan look at me with so much disdain broke my heart further. He didn't even try to come to my rescue when Freya tossed that note for me to read out loud. I had thought he wanted me to stop reading it because he felt guilty for the position I had been in, but it turned out he was probably irritated by my voice and how pathetic I looked. Where did it all go wrong?
Lianna: I finally slept off. My eyes were really tired and droopy by then. I woke up later at night, breathing heavily as I clutched my chest. I had woken up from a nightmare and of course, Ethan was the one in my dreams, reminding me that I was worthless no matter how much I tried to find my worth. Leaning against the bed, I stared out of the window, into the dark night. The fear was crippling. So crippling I could barely breathe. I fought against the thoughts that dominated my mind but it was damn near impossible to get rid of them. I wished there was a way for me to actually just...be. Just fucking be. But I knew I had to sit in this feeling for as long as I could so every day I woke up, it would be less painful than the last. My stomach rumbled and I knew I was hungry. Climbing out of the bed, I padded my feet across the room and made my way out of the room. Not only was I hungry, I was thirsty. Eating a few snacks wasn't going to hurt. The whole suit was dark, s
Edward: As soon as I woke up the next morning, I headed straight for the Palace. My Beta, Harvey, had called the council elders together as there was an important meeting to be held. Lianna was still fast asleep and didn't even move an inch as I walked around that morning. It made me wonder how much she must have given up sleep to cater to my brother. I slowly started to loathe him. Lianna was the gentlest soul I ever knew. She was always smiling t everyone and trying to make everyone feel better. So why the fuck did he do all that to her? And they were mates? It was beyond me how he could do such to her. Fucking beyond me how the little brother I had thought to respect people turned into a monster. Fuck him. I climbed into my car and zoomed off towards the Palace. I arrived in less than ten minutes and handed my keys to one of the guards hanging around. "The elders are waiting," Harvey said as soon as I got to the entrance of the Palace. He fell into step w
Edward: "Brother!" Ethan called after me, the sound of his boots thudding against the grounds. "Wait and listen to me for crying out loud!" "Take care of things," I said to Harvey. "Make sure no one gets hurt." He nodded and stepped out of the Palace. Slowing down, I turned to Ethan who had just stopped running and was breathing heavily. I was almost disgusted at the sight of him. He had grown plump over the years which was a rare occurrence for our kind, as we had an amazing metabolism that made it hard for us to store excess fat. For him to have gotten this big, that meant he was probably engaging in awful and disgusting acts of gluttony. "What is it?" I asked, folding one arm over the other. "Why did you just walk in here to disrupt everything?!" He cried. "Things have been going really well, only for you to come here and poison the mind of my elders!" "Poison the mind of 'your' elders?" I burst into laughter. "Oh, c'mon. Don't even say that. I saw the way you
Ethan: I paced from one end of the room to the other. I was fucking angry. Fucking livid! Just when I thought things were going right, my brother had to return. Fuck him. Fuck him for ruining things for me. I grabbed the decanter of alcohol I had been drinking and crashed it into the wall. Its content spilled to the ground and I leaned back, breathing heavily. "Fuck!" I screamed. "Fuck this!" The door was pushed open and a maid timidly walked in. I immediately glared at her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Alpha Ethan, your Luna requests your presence." At this time? What the fuck was wrong with Freya? Did she not realise what was going on or did she just have a fucking time blindness? Fuck her! "Get the hell out of my sight. Right now!" I growled. She nodded immediately and slipped out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I began destroying everything in the room. I pushed the desk and turned it over, scattered all the files around and pushed the
Lianna: When I woke up, the house empty. I stepped out of my room and found a note plastered against the fridge. It was a note from Edward telling me he was going to be out for a few hours and that there was breakfast for me in the microwave. I smiled, my fingers grazing over his beautiful cursive handwriting. I remembered this handwriting from a long time ago. I used to love staring at him write at the time and whenever he caught me doing that, I would unabashedly tell him how much I loved doing it. But now, it felt different. He wrote like someone who had his life organised and I fucking loved it. While I had breakfast, I took my time to look around. Of course, this was a suite, but it looked like it was a living space, tailored to fit someone with a specific taste. The meal was also nice. I had oatmeal and cinnamon flavoured pancakes for breakfast and by the time I was done, I was already sleepy. Somehow, it made sense why I was always getting tired after doing
Lianna: The sky outside was a muted grey, thick clouds sagging low, the kind that promised a long, lazy rain. It made everything inside feel warmer. Safer. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets that smelled faintly of cedar and the soap Edward used, I let my head fall against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart under my ear. We’d spent the entire afternoon tangled in sheets, trading slow kisses and breathless laughter, bodies molded together as time passed. And now, after all that, we stayed close, his arms looped around me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. “A penny for your thoughts?” Edward murmured. I sighed, twisting the thin golden ring on my index finger. “I’m thinking about Ethan.” His body tensed beneath me. Subtle, but noticeable. Like his breath had paused. “I know he’s up to something,” I went on, keeping my tone casual, though the truth of it gnawed at me. “He keeps saying he’s going to win me back. Like I’m some sort of p
Freya: The road stretched ahead of us in lazy curves, the kind of quiet stretch that made the world feel smaller. Trees lined both sides, their skeletal branches clawing at the dull sky like desperate hands, and the hum of the tires on the old asphalt was the only real sound between us for a while. I shifted in my seat, arms crossed, eyes flicking toward him with a scowl that refused to sit still on my face. Ethan looked annoyingly relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm that grated on my nerves. “Why are we driving out of the Pack?” I asked, suspicion. My voice was flat, but I knew he’d hear the edge beneath it. He glanced at me, one brow arching like he couldn’t believe I was questioning him. “I just want to be somewhere quiet. Outside. Where people aren’t staring.” I sucked in a slow breath, rolling the words around in my head before I let them settle in my chest like a stone. Right. Of course
Freya: The sky was unusually clear. The kind of cloudless blue that made the edges of everything seem more real than they ought to be. I wiped the back of my wrist across my damp forehead and sighed. I pushed the old mower across the brittle grass with a grunt, feeling the rhythmic thud of its wheels catching on stones, the faint metallic squeal each time the blades hit something tough. I didn’t mind the noise. It drowned out my thoughts. Then I heard something else. Tires crunching over gravel. I straightened immediately. No one we knew drove a car that sounded that refined. Certainly not out here. My fingers slackened on the mower handle, and it gave a rusty groan as it tipped slightly forward. I didn’t have to ask who it was. My bones knew before my mind could accept it. The black car eased to a stop, sunlight gleaming hard against the polished surface. I didn’t breathe. Not when the door swung open with a low thunk, not when his long legs appeared beneath the d
Lianna: The second I crossed the threshold into our chambers, I felt him. Heat. Presence. Edward. Before I could even turn, his arms snaked around my waist, and in one swift, effortless motion, I was off the ground. My feet left the cold marble with a surprised gasp, but he didn’t give me a second to catch it. His mouth was on mine, devouring and hungry, as if the taste of me had been haunting him for days. Maybe it had. His tongue swept in with a demand I couldn’t deny, and I clutched his shoulders as his body pressed me hard against the door. I was already melting. “What…” I started to say, breathless, but he groaned low and deep into my mouth before dragging his lips down my throat. “What are you—” “You know exactly what,” he growled. “You did that on purpose.” I smirked, threading my fingers into his thick, dark hair as he licked a hot line along my jaw. “Did what?” His hands cupped my ass through the thin silk of my dress and squeezed hard enough to ma
Lianna: I stood on my balcony, the stone balustrade cool beneath my palms, leaning slightly forward as though the extra inch might bring him closer. Below, the gardens were already draped in dusk, the lanterns flickering to life in delicate pools of amber. I heard it before I saw it—the distinct rumble of engines, heavy tires crunching against the gravel. Three cars, maybe four, but it was the second one that made my heart sprint. He was here. “Finally,” I breathed, straightening so quickly my head spun. “Ingrid!” Behind me, there was a thud and an irritated grunt. “What?” Ingrid snapped as she jerked upright from where she’d been dozing on the chaise. Her hair was a bird’s nest, she looked sleep-fogged and annoyed. “I was dreaming I was on a beach with—” “Save it,” I cut in, already making my way inside. My pulse was a thrum in my ears, matching the quick rhythm of my feet on the marble floors. “Edward’s back.” That woke her up. Completely. She was on her
Lianna: Edward was coming back today. I smoothed my palms over the front of my gown, the burgundy silk sliding cool and weightless against my skin. The morning sun streaked through the tall windows of my chambers, catching the fine embroidery near my waist, making the threads shimmer like liquid gold. I stood there, absently watching the glinting design while my heart thudded too fast in my chest. I should have felt calm, but instead, there was this jittery buzz beneath my skin, crawling up my throat like I was about to say something, scream something. Instead, I drew in a slow breath. “Ingrid,” I said, staring at my reflection in the gilded mirror. “If you make another joke about Ethan, I swear to the Goddess, I’ll drown you in the bath.” Ingrid chuckled behind me. I could hear her fiddling with my papers on the desk. “Dramatic,” she said. “But fine. I’ll keep my impeccable sense of humor to myself, your majesty.” I arched a brow at her reflection. “You’d bett
Edward: The Lycan Confederate was a large castle of old stone and wood, soaked in centuries of blood and sweat. Even now, with the hall scrubbed spotless and banners from every allied Pack hanging high, there was no mistaking it for anything but a fortress. Its bones creaked with ancient power, and despite myself, I could feel it under my skin. Like it was sizing me up. I flexed my hand against the polished oak table, tapping my thumb once, slow and deliberate, against the grain. The sound echoed through the low murmuring of the gathered Alpha Kings. Every one of them sat tall, dressed in ceremonial black, silver crests glinting on broad chests. Some had beards like they’d walked out of an old legend. Others wore their scars like crowns. And all of them were older than me. Wiser? They’d say yes. I had other opinions. “Alpha Edward,” one of them said, in a voice so thin and cold. Osric of the Winterfang Pack. His Pack ruled the northern territories. Brutal lands. Brutal
Freya: I lay sprawled across my bed, one leg dangling off the side, staring blankly at my phone screen as if it owed me answers. My thumb scrolled lazily, pausing on Ethan’s name again and again, even though I knew it was pointless. Blocked. As if I was something filthy he needed to scrub off his hands. A stain. I scoffed under my breath, tossing the phone beside me on the bed, the device landing with a soft thud against the mattress. The ceiling above me was cracked in one corner, like someone had once punched it out of rage and never bothered to fix it. I could relate. The whole house smelled like polished wood and stale flowers—artificial freshness masking something rotting underneath. Two days. Two days back in this house, and my mother still hadn’t looked me in the eye unless it was to glare or scoff. Two days of silence broken only by the sound of her disapproving sighs as she floated through the halls like some bitter ghost. When I walked through the doors two n
Lianna: I tugged at the collar of my tunic as I walked alongside Ethan, every nerve in my body protesting the decision to follow him. His strides were leisurely, like he hadn’t just crawled out of a dungeon a few days ago. Like people didn't go hush or whisper every time he walked into a room. We stopped at the base of the gazebo. The wood creaked faintly beneath our feet as we climbed the steps. His boots scuffed against the weather-worn planks, while my lighter shoes made soft thuds that sounded far too loud. I didn't like it. The quiet. The absence of people pretending they weren’t watching. The way my pulse thumped behind my ears. Halfway up, I halted, my fingers flexing at my sides. “Alright,” I said, sharper than I meant to. “What exactly do you want, Ethan?” He stopped too, two steps above me. The corner of his mouth twitched—maybe a smile, maybe a grimace. It was hard to tell with him these days. “Scared to be around me?” he asked, turning to face me fully.