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 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
I turned on my heel and exited the room with whatever dignity as i could muster. But With every step down the stairs, I felt my delicately constructed world crumble around me. My fingers grazed the banister, the weight of my wedding ring now too much to bear.I moved through the darkened rooms of our – my – home, my head replaying every lie, every betrayal. How long had this been going on? How many business trips had been covers for their trysts? How many times had Sarah consoled me about James's distance, all while warming his bed behind my back?My hand reached to the mantel for the wedding photo. The smile in that picture was mockery now. Gently, I laid it down: cold glass against the heat of my anger.I fell onto the plush sofa in the quiet house, my body numb. For the first time in years, I'd allowed myself to feel it-to truly feel it. The loss. The rage. The betrayal. One lonely tear slipped down my cheek, scalding as it fell.I wiped it away, refusing to break any further. This
The night crackled with energy. It was three months since discovering James's betrayal. Wounds still felt raw, bleeding with every breath. I stood at the high-stakes charity gala with a glass of champagne clutched like a shield in my hands. My midnight gown clung to every curve, armor of silk and sequins.You're Olivia fucking Blackwood, I reminded myself. Ice Queen of the London financial district. You don't break.But beneath the façade, my heart churned with acrid bitterness. Every forced smile, every polite laugh-it was all a mask to cover the bleeding scars inside.I scanned the room, cataloging potential investors and rivals. That was when I saw him.Callum Wolfe.His entrance was magnetic, commanding the space around him in a way that was almost predatory. Eyes watched him, but it was me he locked with. His gaze burned, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. There was something raw in him, something dangerous. He didn't walk-he prowled, his tailored suit little camouflage
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office, watching city lights flicker to life as dusk settled over London. The view had once filled me with pride— Now it just felt hollow.Three months since I'd caught James in bed with my best friend. Three months of rebuilding myself, channeling every ounce of pain and betrayal into clawing my way up the corporate ladder. I was Olivia Blackwood, the Ice Queen of London's financial district. Untouchable. Unbreakable.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.My eyes fell onto the invitation to tonight's charity gala. Another night of phony smiles and networking. But it was necessary. I had a deal to close, one that would seal my position as the youngest partner in the firm's history.My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:*Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Ms. Blackwood. We have much to discuss. - C.W.*Callum Wolfe. The enigmatic CEO of Wolfe Industries, a man whose name was whispered in boardrooms with equ
Olivia's breath came in short, uneven gasps, her heart hammering from the attack. The bloodied scene around her froze her in place as she stared at Callum in shock, adrenaline making her head struggle to catch up. The metallic scent of blood mingled with an earthy, wild smell she couldn't place.She couldn't get the images out of her head—Callum tearing through those things like they were nothing. The precision, the raw force; utterly inhuman. His movements had been fluid, predatory, terrifying in their efficiency. Standing before her now, the man she thought she knew was something far beyond comprehension.His eyes glowed unnaturally in the dim light, a molten gold that seemed to pierce right through her. One word reverberated within her mind, impossible yet undeniable: *werewolf*. The very thing that couldn't exist, shouldn't exist, yet clearly did."I need you to listen," he said, his voice strained like he knew the extent of her shattered world. A world where monsters were real, a
I stepped into Callum's packhouse with my heart pounding against my ribs, a caged animal. In this place, I wasn't just an outsider; I was a threat, a reminder of what Callum had once promised me and then cast aside.Every fibre of instinct in my body screamed at me to turn and run, to flee this world that was never meant to be mine. I made myself keep my chin high-not to show the nerves that were coiling in my stomach. I could feel the weight of every gaze on me: the curious and the hostile, the calculating. Callum's pack was watching, weighing my worth with every step I took beside him."Welcome to my home, Olivia," Callum whispered-the air from his voice fluttering low and warm against my ear. I managed a tight nod, not trusting my voice. The air was thick and heavy, weighted with an energy that charged my skin. This wasn't going to be just meeting the pack; this was about facing a life denied.We moved further into the packhouse, and two figures drew my attention. They stood at th
I would never have believed that I would ever be standing here, between two worlds with a sense of belonging to neither. The tightrope that I balance between human life and this new, dangerous, werewolf reality grows thinner with each passing day. And Callum? He will continue to grow as elusive as the moon, which dictates his transformation. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if I ever truly knew him at all.I stroll toward the elevator, the gleaming marble of Wolfe Industries' lobby echoing beneath my heels. I've learned to pull off unshakeable—head high, shoulders back, the very picture of rising star in London's financial district. Inside? I'm a maelstrom of doubt and fear, each step feeling like a performance in a play I never auditioned for.The elevator doors slide open, and she's standing inside.Emilia Hawthorne.My breath catches at her effortless grace. All sharp features and cool confidence, she commands the small space as if it were a boardroom. Still, there is something a