Adam needed to go to Avallon. When he hung up his cell phone, furious that his brother hadn't immediately approved his contact with Ian, he decided that he would go to the island. He was only a child, but he remembered Brianna telling him what he had to do so that the pack would never again be without an Alpha. That day, he had no interest in leaving an Alpha heir to the werewolves, but that changed after he met Ian. Brianna's recommendation was confirmed when he took Ian to a witch so that she could do something to turn the boy into an Alpha when he turned thirteen, but all she achieved was to make him have a greater connection with the werewolves. A leadership connection, but still without the authority of an Alpha. To do this, she advised him to go to Avallon. The cradle of magic. And she also told him that he would find much more than he bargained for. The island was in ruins and the gray mist would kill any human who entered without a mask. He walked almost all day wit
Naya was ushered into the office of the businessman, who took little interest in her activities in Alaska, by a tall, strong secretary with her hair tied back in a perfect bun, and saw the man bent over some documents, concentrating on something probably infinitely more important than interviewing an intern. She lowered her head to the folder in his hands. It contained all her school projects and ideas about the quality of life of workers, with figures that she herself had collected, studied and qualified. Naya didn't know how to make the rudeness stop when he finally looked up at her. Naya took a step back. He wasn't just beautiful. He was marvelous. The blue of his eyes was intense and bright. She couldn't remember ever seeing that shade of blue anywhere before. But his eyes were cold, and gave the impression that he was a cruel man. Ruthless. She had looked for information about him, but no one could say what his personality was. “Is that your resume?” The strong voice, rou
Naya was deep in thought as her mother tied the bow of her dress behind her waist. She felt ridiculous in that flowery knee-length dress, and to make matters worse, her mother had put a green bow in her hair. Her parents had dressed her up as a traditional girl who preserved old customs. Outdated traditions, that a woman only had to be a lady of the house. She rolled her eyes when her mother showed her the sandal, all smiles. It was a pink shoe. She didn't know whether to laugh or throw up. “Look at you, Naya! You look beautiful!” Her mother pointed at her in the reflection of the mirror, pride evident in her smile. “I don't know, Mom. Maybe you're missing an apron...” “Don't be ironic, Naya. You know your father doesn't approve of progressivism in our family.” Anna looked at her mother. “I don't know whether to feel pity or anger towards you.” “Why?” Naya took a deep breath. “You let Dad make you live like this... Outdated, and it's hit me too! I wasn't born to st
Anna swallowed. “What do you mean?” “That we can get married right away. Don't you agree?” Naya felt herself freeze. She had never dreamed that she would marry such a beautiful werewolf, the most beautiful she had ever seen, a CEO, who would probably take her away from her father. “I don't object to our marriage.” She replied. Adam stared at her thoughtfully. “What do you expect from our marriage?” “You're rich, boss. Is there a better argument, or motive, for a poor girl, adopted by a man who has stood still in time, or who deceives us, and must be two hundred years old?” “You... Naya! Don't you love me?” He looked stunned. Naya stared at him in surprise. What kind of madness was that? “Do I have to love you?” “That's the basis for a marriage, not my financial condition.” “I disagree.” Adam put the wine glass back on the table. “Then you'd better start looking for another fiancé, Naya. I'm not going to marry you if you don't say you love me and mean
Maxwell came out of the small bathroom in Adam's office just as Naya closed the door behind her. “Hair as black as night, skin as clear and velvety as a peach, freckles, which make her even more beautiful and attractive when her face turns red, and I can bet that happens often, and eyes the color of the sky on a rainy day, natural arrogance, typical of a true queen.... Why wait for lunch tomorrow, brother. Take this woman to church immediately!” He said, and sat down in Adam's place. Adam stared at him conspiratorially. “I think that's exactly what an Alpha should do with his Luna.” “But... There's always a 'but'.” “I feel a strong attraction to her, something really inexplicable. Strong. But I don't love her like I thought I would.” “Attraction is the beginning of love, Adam. If you had been raised together, you would never have met other women. You wouldn't have felt pleasure with any other woman. That young woman who just walked out the door is your perfect complemen
Naya arrived back at Adam's company building at two o'clock in the afternoon. His secretary directed her to a large room next to his office, and she saw his name on a sign on the desk. Did he give her a room before she presented her report? “Whatever you need, just call me on the intercom.” The secretary spoke amiably, interrupting Naya's thoughts, and left. Naya moved closer and gazed raptly at the plaque. Underneath her name, in smaller letters, it read: Executive Director. She smiled. She couldn't believe her luck. She raised her arm and crossed it, giving Alfa a banana. “Who needs you, you miserable prick?” She said to herself, and sat down. She turned on the computer on her desk and started typing up her report. But she couldn't help thinking that she would soon be the owner of it all. She would live a life of perks and luxuries she had never dreamed of. And she wanted Alfa to know that. This wedding represented her freedom. She would be free of her father. The hours pa
Adam parked the car and looked at Naya. “I make a hundred thousand dollars an hour, Naya. Why do you think I should get excited about this insignificant amount, for me?” He said and got out of the car. Naya put her hand on the door to open it, but Adam was quicker and opened it for her. Naya realized that they were in front of a mirrored chalet, which faced a frozen lake used for skiing. Naya knew she was in front of one of the most expensive places in Alaska. “Are you staying here?” “Yes.” “But... A night's stay in this place must be around thirty-five thousand dollars!” She said in amazement, still looking around. “I can't say, Naya. This chalet belongs to me.” She glanced sideways at Adam, caught him looking at her dress, and then looked back at her with a smile. She felt her heart inflate with that smile. It was something that enveloped her heart with an excitement that she didn't want to feel for him. She knew that her marriage to him wouldn't be a happy one. She
“I accept.” Naya said decisively. Adam remained in his seat, while Maxwell walked Naya to the car, thoughtful and worried about his brother. He opened the door for Naya and arched his eyebrow sarcastically, but she pretended not to notice his allusion to ancient times and got into the car. On the way, they both remained silent. After a few minutes, Maxwell asked with a serious look on his face. “Do you want to stay at the company or at home?” “I want you to stop the car a few blocks before my house. If Dad sees you, he'll kill you.” Maxwell smiled. “Would he know how to do that?” “It doesn't matter. He'd try, and... You must feel pain, right?” “Why don't you try to find out, Naya?” She looked ahead thoughtfully. “I know it's a precocious feeling, but... I don't want to hurt someone who's important to my ex-fiancé.” Maxwell nodded, and parked the car. Naya looked inquiringly at him. “It's still about fifteen minutes before I get anywhere near where I was ta