"Olivia Blackwood had it all: a thriving career in London's cutthroat financial district, a beautiful Kensington home, and a loving husband. But when she catches her spouse in a heartbreaking act of betrayal, her world shatters. Throwing herself into work, Olivia's ruthless efficiency catches the eye of Callum Wolfe, the enigmatic CEO of a global conglomerate. Drawn to Callum's magnetic presence, Olivia finds herself entangled in a world beyond her wildest imagination. Callum is no ordinary billionaire – he's the Alpha of London's most powerful werewolf pack. As Olivia navigates the dangerous waters of pack politics and primal attraction, she discovers she may be Callum's fated mate. But the scars of betrayal run deep, and Olivia's growing feelings for Callum war with her fear of being hurt again. When her past comes roaring back into her life, Olivia must decide whether to trust her head or her heart. Meanwhile, a rival pack circles ever closer, threatening everything Callum has built. In a world where boardroom battles are as fierce as those fought under the full moon, can Olivia overcome her fears to embrace her destiny? Or will the wounds of the past doom both Olivia and Callum to a fate worse than heartbreak?"
View MoreI sat in some daze, staring at the email from James in my phone, my fingers quivering around it. What nerve he had after what he did, after destroying my heart and my belief in him, to make an appearance now? It was sent at 3:47 AM, no doubt because his drunkenness had demanded to feel exonerated or simply just heard. I just felt far too knackered to open it.The sudden, soft knock on my office door startled me. Callum filled the frame, broad shoulders looming wide, while amber eyes bore into mine with intensity; still, the same shock that sucked my breath away, without fail. Even months into whatever this was between us, I still hadn't gotten used to the raw power he gave off, the way he filled any space not just physically but with some sort of primordial energy that set my skin tingling."You're working late," he said, his voice low, rich. The sound chased an involuntary shiver down my spine. My wolf-still such a strange, strange concept it was-started to stir beneath my skin, reco
Rain lashed my face as I stalked through London's financial district, the metallic scent of blood hanging thick in the air. My designer heels clicked against wet pavement – probably the last time I'd wear Louboutins to a werewolf battle. But then again, I hadn't exactly planned on joining this fight when I left my sanctuary an hour ago.A helicopter searchlight swept across Canary Wharf and lit up the chaos beneath. My enhanced vision saw it all: government forces closing in upon Callum's reduced pack; the gleam of arms designed to take down a werewolf; and then Callum himself, resplendent in his Tom Ford suit, torn and stained with blood as he faced the head of his people; those amber eyes ablaze with defiance.My heart clenched with his presence. Three months apart hadn't dulled a thing between us, despite how hard I'd tried to ignore the mate bond. Even now, standing in the shadows with my own contingent of newly turned werewolves, I could feel his presence pulling at something dee
The bitter taste of betrayal coats my tongue as I watch the tactical teams advance through the security feeds. Their black body armor gleams under the estate's floodlights, each weapon bearing the telltale shine of silver inlays. My hands shake against the cold metal of the desk, and I force myself to keep breathing as familiar faces flash across the monitors.Fiona's fierce red curls whip through the rain as she barks orders to the younger wolves. Alistair's massive form shepherds cubs toward the safe rooms. And Callum.my chest constricts as I spot him coordinating the defense, his commanding presence a stark reminder of everything I've destroyed."Alpha, they're breaching the east perimeter!" A young wolf's panicked voice crackles through the surveillance audio. I flinch, knowing it was my intel that exposed that vulnerability. The government's "containment protocols" are executing exactly as I'd outlined them, believing I was protecting innocent humans from dangerous creatures.God
The bitter taste of betrayal coats my tongue as I watch the tactical teams advance through the security feeds. Their black body armor gleams under the estate's floodlights, each weapon bearing the telltale shine of silver inlays. My hands shake against the cold metal of the desk, and I force myself to keep breathing as familiar faces flash across the monitors.Fiona's fierce red curls whip through the rain as she barks orders to the younger wolves. Alistair's massive form shepherds cubs toward the safe rooms. And Callum.my chest constricts as I spot him coordinating the defense, his commanding presence a stark reminder of everything I've destroyed."Alpha, they're breaching the east perimeter!" A young wolf's panicked voice crackles through the surveillance audio. I flinch, knowing it was my intel that exposed that vulnerability. The government's "containment protocols" are executing exactly as I'd outlined them, believing I was protecting innocent humans from dangerous creatures.God
Rain lashes against the windows, each drop an icy reminder of the storm that rages outside and inside me. I am standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office that belonged to Callum; my ghostly reflection against the blackness, watching the city lights blur through the downpour. It was only days ago when I first stood in this exact spot, feeling as if I were finally meant for this world. Now, the mate bond between us pulsed like a wounded animal, reminding me with every beat what I was going to lose.Behind me, the silence is broken by the sound of papers landing on the desk. I don't need to turn around to know what they are – surveillance photos, each one a nail in the coffin of my betrayal. Week after week of meetings with government officials, each image timestamped and annotated with damning precision. My throat constricts as I catch a glimpse of myself passing files to Agent Richardson – files containing the pack's defensive positions, their safe houses, the
I'd never felt so caged as I did this very moment, surrounded by those glass walls of Wolfe Industries's top floor conference room. Rain pounded against the panes, casting jumping shadows across the scattered documents telling the story of our deepest, darkest fears in black and white. My fingers betrayed my tension, quivering around a surveillance photo as my stomach churned its guilt over what I had pulled."The books don't lie," Fiona said, the slightest quiver to her voice as she gestured to her tablet. "The government's werewolf taskforce is being funded through a web of shell companies." Her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the mahogany table as she spoke, each tap echoing my racing heartbeat.Callum's broad shoulders were tense, his powerful frame cast in shadow as he paced before the pack council, his eyes churning like the stormy London skyline. I couldn't tear my eyes from him, even as shame threatened to suffocate me. Every step he took was like another nail in the coffi
The glow of my computer screen was harsh in my office as midnight approached. Rain pelted the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wolfe Industries, mirroring the turmoil in my mind. My phone buzzed again-another message from Amelia demanding information about the pack's plans.I stared hard at the scattered financial reports detailing the growing government pressure on suspected werewolf-owned businesses. Each sheet was another noose tightening in the pack's neck, in Callum's neck. My chest tightened at the thought of him, of my growing betrayal.There came a gentle tap on the door. Standing in it was Callum, whose amber eyes filled with so much concern, my heart yearned at the very fact. Then he approached towards my working desk with a steaming cup of tea in his hand, exactly the way I liked, releasing the fragrances of camomile and honey into the air."You're working too hard," he whispered, setting the cup beside me. His fingers grazed mine; a shiver ran through my skin. "Everyone else we
In the growing darkness, I make a decision that will change everything. I open a new document and begin typing – not to Amelia, but to Callum. Every secret shared, every manipulation attempted, every moment I realized my love for the pack outweighed my fear of Amelia's threats. My fingers fly across the keyboard, pouring out truths I should have told months ago. When I finish, I hit send. Lightning illuminates the London skyline as I wait for either redemption or final betrayal, the weight of divided loyalties reaching its breaking point. The door opens. Callum stands there, his phone in his hand, my confession fresh on the screen. His face shows no emotion, but our bond thrums with pain, anger, and underneath it all, a desperate need to understand. "Why?" he asks simply. "She threatened the pack," I whisper. "Said she had evidence of illegal operations, enough to destroy everything you've built. I thought... I thought I could protect you all by playing along, feeding her harmless
The London skyline blurs through the rain-streaked windows of Callum's study as I stand before them, my reflection a ghost in the darkened glass. The storm brewing outside mirrors the tempest in my chest, where pack bonds pull and twist with each betrayal I commit. Dark circles shadow my eyes – evidence of nights spent wrestling with decisions that tear me apart. "Send the information by midnight, Olivia. Don't disappoint me again." Amelia's text message glows accusingly on my phone screen. My finger hovers over the reply button as memories assault me – Callum teaching me to howl at the moon, his hands gentle on my shoulders, his smile proud as I found my voice. The pack welcoming me, trusting me, making me family. And here I am, preparing to betray them all. The door creaks open behind me. Through our bond, I feel Callum before I see him, his presence both a comfort and a knife to my gut. He wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck in a gesture that once brought only peace.
The London rain lashed against my skin as I stepped out of the car, but nothing could dampen the fire in my veins from the Zurich deal. Little did I know, the storm inside my home would soon rival the one outside. My mind was a whirlwind of numbers and deals, still reeling from the high-stakes negotiations I'd just closed in Zurich. I hurried through the iron gates of my Kensington estate, acutely aware that tonight was a full moon, its silvery light occasionally breaking through the storm clouds. the house was still and quite as expected for this hour. "I pushed the exhaustion aside, still riding the high from closing the zurich deal."I fumbled with my key, the familiar weight suddenly foreign in my hand. The moment I stepped inside, the large entrance hall echoed with a heavy silence that crawled along my skin. A single floorboard creaked from above, followed by what sounded almost like a low growl.James wasn't expecting me back for two more days.My heels sank into the plush car
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