~Roman's POV~Ruby slept peacefully, her breathing slow and calm, her body warm next to mine. The stress she felt earlier had faded, leaving a tranquil stillness. Her head lay on my chest, her gentle breaths touching my skin, and for the first time in a long while, she appeared completely at ease.But I wasn’t.Sleep refused to come.Her words kept echoing in my head. The kids are in trouble.I gently held her tighter, trying not to wake her, but feeling the need to reassure myself that she was here and safe. However, her warning still rang in my ears.And then, there was him.The cloaked man on the bridge. The memory of our meeting played back in my mind, every detail clear as if it had just happened. His voice was empty yet powerful, both old and familiar."A great evil is coming, Roman. One that will tear through everything you know. And only you and your twins stand a chance to stop it. All will be revealed in time."I clenched my jaw, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.It
Ruby’s POV“So, what’s your plan?” Roman asked, his deep voice pulling me from my thoughts.I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “Honestly? I have no idea.”And that was the truth. There were too many moving parts, too many unanswered questions. I needed more information before I could even begin to form a solid plan. Right now, all I knew was that something dark was coming, and Damien’s sudden decision to cut ties with his allies had only escalated things further.Roman studied me for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, he nodded. “We’ll figure it out.”I hummed in response before swinging my legs off the side of the bed. “I know one thing, though. I need to freshen up.”“Mind if I join you?”I shot him a glare over my shoulder, but Roman only smirked, feigning innocence.“What?” he asked, his lips twitching.“Stay. Put.” I pointed a firm finger at him before getting up.But he wasn’t done. “You were practically pleading for something different last night.”My body went still.Immediately
~Ruby's POV~I was still leaning against the bathroom door when my stomach let out a loud, traitorous rumble.I immediately looked down at it, as if I could glare it into silence. Ishhhhhhh. I bit my lip, hoping Roman didn’t hear—"Someone's hungry," Roman teased from the bedroom.I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me. "No, I'm not.""Oh, Ruby, you don't have to deny it every time." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.I pressed my back against the cool bathroom wall, letting out a small breath. "I'm actually not."Roman chuckled. "Then what was that noise?""Umm… it was—"Before I could even finish, my stomach growled again—louder this time.I squeezed my eyes shut. Traitor."Oooops," Roman said, clearly enjoying himself.I cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out, narrowing my eyes at him.Roman was sprawled on the bed, propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. "You were saying?"I huffed, stepping out fully. "Fine. Maybe I’m a little
~Ruby’s POV~I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face as I stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a satisfying click. That had been fun.Roman had played his little teasing games long enough, always pushing just far enough to make me squirm, to leave me breathless. But this time? This time, I had won.And the look on his face? Priceless.Still, I leaned back against the cool wood of the door for a moment, pressing a hand to my chest as I tried to calm my racing heartbeat. Because holy hell, that kiss.It had started as a joke, a way to turn the tables on him, to make him suffer just a little for all the times he had left me flustered. But the moment his lips met mine, the game blurred into something else entirely. Something dangerous.Roman kissed like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring a meal he’d been craving for years. And the way his hand had moved—firm, warm, possessive—I had almost forgotten my own plan.Almost.I shook my head, biting my li
Ruby’s POVI swallowed a bite of my food, chewing slowly as I pretended to think over Roman’s words."We’ve never really sat down and talked. Like, you know? What this is… between us."Oh, I knew exactly what he meant.But I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.I tilted my head slightly, feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"Roman’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but his smirk remained. "Don’t do that, Ruby.""Do what?" I asked, stabbing my fork into a piece of steak.He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his gaze locking onto mine. "Pretend like you don’t get what I’m saying."I exhaled slowly, setting my fork down. "Fair enough… but we haven’t really gotten the chance to talk about this with everything that’s been happening."Roman arched a brow. "We definitely had the chance, Ruby. Before all of this started. You just… never gave me one."I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Here we go again."His voice softened, but his intensity remained. "Trying wouldn’t hav
~Esperanza's POV~A few moments back…I grabbed my purse, giving myself one last glance in the mirror as I finished applying my lipstick. Keely, however, had her arms crossed, leaning against the dresser with a suspicious look.“Are you sure that’s exactly where you’re going, Esperanza?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.I sighed, putting the makeup brush down. “Sure, Keely. Where else could I be going?”“You could be sneaking off to Ruby’s without telling me,” she accused.I turned to face her fully. “Why would I do that?”Keely raised an eyebrow. “Probably to be the first to give her an update on what we discovered.”I gasped dramatically, clutching my chest. “Oh no, no, no! Come on, Keely. I’d never do that.” I paused, dabbing my lips together to set the colour. “We both agreed to tell her together, remember? No two ways about it.”Keely didn’t look convinced. She studied me for a moment before placing her hands on my shoulders. “You sure?”“Absolutely,” I said, giving her my b
~Ruby's POV~“Actually, what are you two doing here?” she asked, her gaze flicking between us.I froze. Shit.For half a second, my brain refused to function. I was totally caught off guard, words dying on my tongue as I scrambled for something—anything—to say.“Umm…” I started, stalling. I could feel Roman’s eyes on me, and I knew he wasn’t going to help me out of this. “It was actually unplanned. We, uh—” I forced a laugh, waving a hand vaguely. “We coincidentally bumped into each other here.”Esperanza’s brow lifted slightly, but she nodded. “Oooo… coincidence day, I guess.” She looked between us, studying our expressions. “So, you both are just meeting for the first time in a while, or…?”Her words trailed off as her gaze settled on Roman.“Not at all,” Roman said smoothly, his voice carrying that effortless confidence that made my stomach tighten. He turned his head slightly, looking at me. “This isn’t the first time.”I stiffened. Oh, for the love of—Esperanza’s eyes snapped to
~Ruby's POV~The restaurant had settled into a quieter rhythm as the lunch rush died down. Just as I was considering how soon I could escape this awkward gathering, Esperanza’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, frowning slightly before picking up the call.“Hello, am I speaking with Esperanza Blackwood?” a voice asked from the other end.Esperanza leaned back in her chair, rolling her eyes playfully. “Yeah… depends on who’s asking.”There was a brief pause before the woman replied, “The lady from the store. Just wanted to inform you that your package is here.”Esperanza let out a breath. “Okay… alright. Be right there.”She ended the call and turned to us, already rising to her feet. “Now, of all times. Let me just quickly get it.”Then, as if realising something, she glanced between me and Roman. “Umm… will you two still be here?”Absolutely not.I didn’t even hesitate. “We were just about to leave,” I said quickly, eager to put some distance between myself and t
~Ruby’s POV~A firm knock echoed through the house, diverting our attention. I hesitated for a moment before moving toward the door, my stomach tightening. When I opened the door, Damien stood there. But he wasn’t the man I remembered. He looked… worn. The usually confident, well-dressed figure was gone. His suit was wrinkled, his tie undone, and the bags under his eyes made it clear that he hasn’t been sleeping. He wasn’t the composed, calculating man I once knew. He was raw—on the brink of collapse.I studied him for a long moment before stepping aside, silently inviting him in. He didn’t speak as he entered, his shoulders tense.As soon as he stepped into the living room, all eyes turned to him.“Dad?” Esperanza’s voice was a mix of shock and uncertainty.Keely’s brows furrowed as she took in his disheveled state. “What the hell happened to you?”Damien hesitated, as if realising only now that they were here. His jaw tightened slightly.“Wha… what are you doing here?” Esperanza s
~Damien’s POV~The evening was strangely quiet—the kind of silence that didn't bring peace but instead a crushing weight that pressed down on my chest. I sat on the old wooden ladder leading up to the treehouse, my fingers gripping a worn photograph—one that had started to fade from the countless times I had traced the outlines of their faces. My wife and my brother—both gone—both because of choices I had made.A cold breeze swept through the woods, rustling the leaves, making the branches groan as if they, too, carried burdens too heavy to bear. I exhaled, watching my breath fog up in the cool air, my gaze fixed on the treehouse above me.It had been ours—mine and my brother’s.I could still hear his laughter echoing in the back of my mind, the way we'd race each other up the ladder, barely holding onto the sides, ignoring our mother’s frantic warnings from below. "Damien! Slow down! You’ll break your neck before you even learn to be responsible!" She used to scold, but we never
Ruby’s POVThe room was filled with a warm, golden light as the sun shone through the curtains. I sank back into the couch cushions, trying to get comfortable despite the pain in my side—a reminder of how close I had been to not making it. But for the moment, everything felt peaceful; there were no gunshots or chaos, just the soothing sound of Roman pacing around nearby.I watched him, unable to tear my eyes away. He slouched with his broad shoulders, and his jaw was clenched tight with stress. He hadn’t slept much at all. I could see the tired lines on his face, but there was also a restless anger simmering just below the surface."Roman," I said softly, breaking the silence.He stopped mid-step, turning toward me with an intensity that nearly stole my breath. "You should be resting," he said gruffly, but there was something tender beneath it."I’m fine," I replied, though we both knew that wasn’t entirely true.He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, letting out a deep breath.
~Ruby’s POV~I felt a dull ache all over my body, reminding me of everything that had happened. My arms and legs felt heavy and sore, as if I had just run for miles without a break.My throat was dry, and even though I was a bit foggy at first, I slowly started to remember bits and pieces of the night before. The faint light coming through the curtains suggested it was morning, but I had no clue what time it was.The next thing I noticed was the scent—cedarwood, warm and familiar. Roman.Turning my head slowly, I found him sitting nearby, elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. His dark hair was disheveled, his usual confidence replaced by exhaustion. Even in the dull light, I could see the tension in his shoulders, the weight of everything still pressing down on him.I swallowed, my voice hoarse as I whispered. “Roman?”His head snapped up instantly, as if he had been on high alert despite looking drained. His dark and intense eyes softened the moment he saw me aw
~Roman's POV~My hands trembled as I carefully settled Ruby into the passenger seat of my car. The weight of her body felt so much lighter than usual, as if she had already lost too much blood. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. Panic wouldn’t help her now.Her head lolled slightly to the side as I buckled her in. A faint groan escaped her lips, but she was too weak to say much else. The sight of her like this—wounded, barely holding on—made something vicious coil deep inside me. My wolf was restless, snarling at the scent of blood filling the air, at the reminder that I had failed to protect her.I yanked my phone from my pocket and pressed Kai’s number. The moment he answered, I cut straight to the point."Kai, tell Helen there was… a situation. Don’t let the kids worry, but Ruby and I won’t be back tonight."There was a pause, then Kai’s voice sharpened. "What happened? Is she okay?"I clenched the steering wheel. "She’ll be fine." My voice was harder than I intended
~Ruby’s POV~Everything had been going according to plan—at least, as much as it could when sneaking into a black-market masquerade auction filled with the world’s most dangerous people. Roman and I had stayed calm, observing, listening, and waiting for the right moment to act.Then, it happened.A low, growling snarl broke the chatter of the crowd. Before anyone could respond, the volunteer who had received the injection suddenly lost control.He lunged—his body moving with unnatural speed—as he sank his teeth into the throat of a nearby guard. The man barely had time to scream before blood sprayed across the floor.For half a second, the room stood frozen.Then, chaos exploded.Screams filled the air as people scrambled toward the exits, knocking over chairs and shoving past one another in a desperate attempt to escape. Glass shattered as expensive champagne flutes hit the floor. A woman in a deep red gown tripped over her heels, shrieking as she was nearly crushed underfoot.Roman
~Ruby's POV~I kept my eyes trained on the group ahead of us, watching as they disappeared into the elevator.A soft chime echoed as the doors slid shut, swallowing them whole.Roman and I stood near the edge of the ballroom, champagne glasses in hand—props, nothing more.This was it.Roman, ever composed, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device.I barely glanced at it, keeping my gaze steady on the elevator, but I knew what it was.Roman turned slightly toward me, voice low. “Ready?”I inhaled, exhaled. Nodded.Without another word, we moved.Confidence was key.We approached the restricted area where two big men in black suits were standing guard. Their faces were hidden behind masks, making their expressions hard to read. Their eyes shifted toward us, carefully evaluating our presence.Roman didn’t skip a beat. He confidently held out the pass, his voice steady and calm—impossible to challenge."We’re expected."One of the guards took
~Ruby’s POV~I had been alone for a while now.The music from the ball still drifted faintly through the air, but I had put enough distance between myself and the chaos that it felt like a distant hum. The cool night air filtered through the open balcony doors, the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne still lingering in the air.Only God knew where Roman had gone—or how he and Liam had settled their little misunderstanding.And to be honest?I don't actually mind.As long as Roman didn’t do anything out of the ordinary—which, knowing him, was asking for too much—I wasn’t about to get involved.All I needed was a break.A moment of peace.Away from their drama.Or, should I say…Their action movie.I stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirl of gowns and crisp suits move in perfect harmony. It was supposed to be a night of luxury and indulgence, but deep down, my mind was elsewhere. The tension in my chest hadn’t eased since the confrontation with Liam earlier,
~Ruby’s POV~The evening had been going smoothly—almost too smoothly—until I saw him.Liam.Standing at the bar, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo that fit him just right, he looked completely at ease in the lavish setting. The golden glow of the chandeliers cast soft highlights on his sharp features, making it impossible to ignore him. But it was the way his piercing gaze found mine across the room that made my stomach twist.And then Roman saw him.“What the hell is he doing here?” Roman muttered under his breath, in a dangerously low voice. He clenched his fist on the table, the muscles in his forearm standing out sharply.Liam’s lips curled into the faintest smirk as he raised his glass in a silent, taunting toast.I felt Roman tense beside me, and the shift in his posture was immediate. The air around us thickened, the weight of his Alpha instincts pressing against me like a storm waiting to break.I placed a gentle but firm hand on his arm. "Roman," I murmured. I had no idea why