Photoshoot troublesPov: MaddisonAs i worked into the company that morning, the first thing I saw was a huge poster of me spread out like a wall paper on the entirety of one of the walls on the ground floor. I walked towards the wall and my heart was doing backflips and cartwheels throught the time it took for me to reach the giant wallpaper of (gulp) me.I looked good, I realized.My hands were shaking at my sides and I was hyperventilating out of control, a light sheen of sweat had gathered on my face... But I looked great.I had picked my favourite shots of the entire photoshoot and those were the two shots now plastered on the wall for every one to see. I liked the fact that Mr Winston had made good on his promise to let me have the final say in what got published and what got chucked in the bin. I had discarded the only one shot that had been even the slightest bit provocative or sleezy and kept the rest. The shots were going to be on fine print, in magazines, on billboards, on
Raze the earthPov: WinstonI was having a meeting with the executives of my technical department from Los Angeles when Maddie bursted into the conference room with the morning cup of coffee and morning news reports she usually summarized for me every morning.She was late and I raised my head to reprimand her for being late today, when i saw the look on her face and my thoughts came to a screeching halt. My heart stopped beating for one terrifying moment in my chest and my mouth turned dry.Her eyes were red and bleary and her face was puffy and swollen. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her face looked like it had been wiped clean of all her make-up hastily. I was out of my sit and walking over to her in seconds, my heart, beating out of control in my chest, my hands shaking at my sides and balling into tightened fists.What had happened to her? Who had hurt her? Why had she been crying? These questions thrashed around in my head as I walked over to her.I wanted to wrap her
AshesPov: MaddisonI was fuming by the time I walked into the building, barely able to contain the rage bubbling in the pit of my stomach.The email I'd received yesterday from none other than Mr Winston His Royal Dick Highness himself was etched in my head:I have noticed that majority of the employeesWorking in this Manhattan branch have a thingAgainst one of the most diligent workers in the officeThis is a stern reminder that bullying and gossip mongeringWill not be tolerated. Already, I have compiled names of everyoneInvolved in this heinous act and they are not to show their face at the officeAgain. Do well to not be caught victim of this.Attached to the damning email was a file containing all hundred and sixty two of my colleagues that were required to vacate office immediately.I remember my heart constricting in my chest and forgetting its pumping action. I remember my lungs suddenly not knowing how to receive oxygen anymore. I stared at the texts and reread and reread
Pov: MaddisonKissing Winston was like getting sucked into a hurricane of storm and passion and drunken desire.I was burning up and falling apart and he was whispering sweet things to my ears. Things he said he had waited years, decades to do. Things he was dying to show me.He kissed my lips, gentle and soft at first and then, his arms tightened around me in a way that made me safe and secure.I was suddenly airborne.He had lifted me in his arms and we went flying across the room and before I knew it, my back was against the soft leather of one of the long couches in the lounge area of his office.Winston was on top of me, covering my body with his and covering me with kisses that made every nerve in my body quake and vibrate with need."Winston," I whispered, tugging at his crisp white shirt, fumbling with the buttons, grasping at the lapels."I'm here, I'm here, Maddie." His hands were bunching up my skirt and he was lying on top of me and every part of me had caught fire and bur
AttackPOV: WinstonI drove like a mad man all the way to the conservation in long island I had long since bought and paid for, for the peaceful coexistence of my pack.The Blood Moon pack was sheltered from the outside world and had been protected for decades, ever since I became alpha of the pack.For over fifty years, they conservation had been protected against external attacks. There was an effective guard system and I had witnessed decades and decades of peace and tranquility, leading and protecting the pack with everything I had. I had done better than previous Alpha's before me.But this. This destroyed everythingI fought tooth and nail, with claws and teeth to give the pack the safety they had today. I led them away from other warring packs, fighting for territory and dominance and gave them a place of their own. And soon, we grew and bloomed into the most feared pack of the west coast. During my reign, we had an era of peace the others had never witnessed. In fact, it was
abominationPov: WinstonI was still shaking in rage by the time the fight was over. "You called for me, Winston?" Gwyn appeared into the room where a medic was tending to my injuries. They weren't nearly as fatal as I expected. A few scratches and a stab wound to my thigh.The medic spread a hand over the stab wound and I felt my cells awaken at her command, the bleeding stopped, my skin cells started climbing over themselves to repair tissue damage and knit over the wound. Within seconds my wound was completely healed.I stood up, thanked the medic who bowed to me and spread a finger over my face, probably healing another scrath there. She turned to take her leave when it was over."Gwyn." I regarded my omega, standing at the threshold of the door. She looked better. She had changed out of her shredded clothes and there were no longer visible wounds or scratches on her body."Winston," she swallowed, folding her arms and mentally bracing herself for what I was about to ask."Nathan
HonestPOV: WinstonI'll be honest and come right out and say this: I expected it. I expected getting clocked in the face. I expected foul play from Theo and smelled his bullshit from a mile away.But I didn't dodge it. I closed my eyes and braced myself and he swiped the stinging metal across my face, smacking into the side of my face and almost knocking me to the ground.I stood my ground and worked my jaw, staring down at the scum, very displeased and very annoyed.He knew he had fucked up but he grinned, balling his fists and bouncing on his legs, preparing for another attack.He went for a kick but I knew better.I dodged his leg in the air and he tried to punch me. I held his arm, and turned him around, twisting his arm around him until he was grunting in pain.Sweat dribbled down his neck, his breathing was urged. "Winston, man–""Why did you do it?! What was your motif for breaking into my territory?!"His reply was a weak, pathetic whimper. He bit back a gasp as I twisted hi
SuspiciousPOV: MaddisonI couldn't get the image out of my head.The image of those dead bodies. That young girl in Winston's tight grip and that bloody mess on the floor of that horrible room.I had gone into shock and fainted on the sight but when I woke up Winston was staring down at me, worry etched into his eyebrows, his beautiful face twisted in concern and sadness."Maddie–" he reached out to me gently.I escaped his grasp and rolled away from him, fear gripping my bones. I was staring at him holding a lifeless girl in his tight grip. Her heart was still beating in humanoid hands with wolf fur and claws and enlarged arm muscles.I remembered him turning to me, his eyes a furious red hue, a raging demonic glint in them.And then he stopped when he saw me.I remember staring at whst was left of the body on the floor, realization finally hitting me. The scream tore out of me, shrill and piercing, horror and fear, washing over my nerves.I was paralyzed with terror and when he rea