Evelyn’s POVI was shaking with rage. Does Tristan think my soldiers are dogs? That he can put lashes on their necks?!"Why didn’t you come to me?" I asked, "If I knew about this earlier, I never would’ve let Tristan bully you like this!" Trent gritted his teeth, "You think I didn’t try? I went to
Evelyn’s POV:"An orphanage? No! I don’t want to go to an orphanage!!!"Roman suddenly burst into tears, thrashing around in my arms."Please!!!! No orphanage!"Asher gazed down at him icily, “Keep acting like a brat, I’ll have my men ship you there today."Roman immediately went quiet, looking scar
Evelyn's POVAround 7 p.m., I quietly left the packhouse, heading to the small tavern where Trent told me to meet him.I didn’t expect to run into Asher at the entrance."Evelyn." he walked over as soon as he saw me, "Going somewhere?"The moment I saw his face, images from last night’s dream immedi
Evelyn’s POVAfter finishing up with the meeting, we all left the tavern together.Asher was still leaning against the car with his arms crossed, waiting patiently.The moonlight outlined his handsome face, making him look like some kind of a sexy angel. When he saw us coming out, he straightened up
Evelyn's POVI widened my eyes angrily at the soldier.He would never dare to do this without Tristan's permission.This is low—even for Tristan!Mandy cried, "How could you! That dress is worth 5000 dollars! We had it custom-made for the banquet—""Well, it's ruined now, so you have to stay in your
Evelyn’s POVThe hall went silent as hundreds of people turned to look at me.Then gasps echoed throughout the crowd. Eyes were fixed on me—women whispered among themselves about my dress, while men stared with their mouths open.But I had no time to focus on their reactions.My gaze was locked on T
Murmurs of agreement spread through the crowd behind us.I clenched my fists, seething with rage.It was clear now why Tristan and Leah made tonight’s banquet so extravagant, inviting everyone they could.—They were using public opinion to force Asher into signing the contract with Blazewood Pack!"
Evelyn’s POVTristan’s face darkened.He stared at me as though today was the first time he knew me.Leah just got back on her feet. Her nose was running with blood, which destroyed all her makeup. Her face was a mess.“You think threatening us will get you what you want? No way! Tristan won’t let y
Never seen anything beyond its mountains.I’d told myself it was for their own safety—that keeping them hidden meant no one could take them from me.But one day, they were going to get curious.And when that time came… what was I supposed to do?I clenched my fists. Then I looked at my son’s face. S
Evelyn’s POV“Evangeline! Lucian! Come out, it’s time for afternoon tea!”Balancing a tray loaded with freshly baked apple pie and a big bowl of cookies, I stepped into the yard. I’d repeatedly told the villagers to stop spoiling my kids with sweets, but let’s be real—no one could say no to them. Th
For eight months, I never once left this valley. My only connection to the outside world was through TV and the news.And apparently, my death had caused quite a stir.A month after the attack, Tristan stormed into Storm Fang Pack. He got into a huge fight with Asher. It escalated so badly that they
Asher’s POV“Asher… why are you still out here? Come inside.”A sweet voice drifted from behind me.Slowly, I turned to face her—my mate.That strange, unsettling feeling inside me grew stronger.I was calm when I looked at her. Too calm. I didn’t feel excitement, or joy, or any sense of deep affect
As our car rolled forward, my mother lowered the window and waved at the crowd.They bowed to her, calling her “Mother Genevieve.” Their voices were filled with respect, almost… worship.I’d never seen a pack treat their Alpha like this. This was crazy.Cyrus reached over and lowered my window as we
Evelyn’s POV“Relax, Eason. This is Cyrus—he’s helped me a lot,” I reassured him.Eason didn’t look convinced. His glare stayed locked on Cyrus. “He’s the rogue leader? Are we talking about the same bastard who’s been causing you trouble for months? The same one who just held a knife to your throat?
And maybe that was why I couldn’t forgive her. Why couldn’t a kind person be kind to her own children?Silence stretched between us, broken only by her quiet sobs. Then, she wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely:“…I found out about you again when you married Tristan.”My whole body
Evelyn’s POV“We have to retreat, Mother Genevieve,” Cyrus said.My mother nodded, then turned to look at me again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I silently stepped to her side.Cyrus was right—I had no desire to return to Asher. And more importantly, I needed answers. Too many things didn’t make se
“Keep your voice down, Evelyn.” Cyrus’s warning was low. “Asher thinks you’re dead. You don’t want to be dragged back, do you?”“What’s the difference? Whatever you bastards are planning is probably worse!”Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harvey step out from behind Cyrus. No shit, so he wa