I felt my heart catch in my throat as I heard her sharp, piercing scream through the phone, followed by a thunderous sound. My heart thudded, and it was as if a part of me was hurt; my chest pounded heavily. "Violet? Sophia?" Ares roared. I felt helpless, as if the world had collapsed around me. The silence that followed was deafening, each second stretching into eternity. Fear gripped me, making it hard to breathe, and I struggled to stay calm. "Stay with me," I whispered, hoping against hope that they could hear me. "Please, stay with me.""Turn the car around!" I ordered Reynold. He gave me a confused look, clueless about what had just happened, but he dared not question me. Not when I was in that state."Where are we going?" he asked finally, after making a sharp turn. Realization dawned on me that I didn't know the address to her house. It felt as if my world was crumbling."Sophia Crane's house," I said, hoping he knew where she lived. But the quizzical look on his face told
I was dazzled staring at Adrian. How on earth did he know my house? How did he know I was living here? I was startled, my chest tightened, and at that moment, I felt a sudden urge to be closer to his body, hug him closer to myself and be lost in those muscular arms of his.I needed that hug, that comfort he once offered. I wanted to be his Violet, even if just for a moment. As if reading my thoughts, one minute he was standing inches away from me, the next minute he pulled me into an embrace. His strong arm wrapping tightly around my back.The scent of his familiar cologne filled my senses, melting away my every defense. Though I was still shaken from the incident earlier, right now, I felt a strange relief. It was as if he was my heaven.His intoxicating scent was messing with my head, and I doubted I could breathe. All I could imagine were his hands on me, his firm lips on mine. The erratic beating of his chest brought back memories of years ago, when he always pulled me into his a
Call me crazy, but since settling inside the room I chose, I could barely rest. All thought narrows to her. Sophia Crane. The medical team had declared her fine. But how was she faring?Each time I hear a grumbling sound, I delve straight to the wall, hoping I'd hear anything, something I couldn't think of. But just a clue. A clue of something I couldn't place? I don't even know what I want. How sane am I?One minute I was present in my room, pacing from one end to another, the next, I found myself at her door."Do it!" Ares ordered. My hands were shaky, but I knew I had to because I needed to stop this madness of pacing around. I couldn't tell what's wrong with me, but it was like she was a drug to calm my nerves."Do I have to remind you that there's Violet?" I queried him, wondering why he would choose to be concerned for Sophia Crane instead of his mate."And do I have to remind you that Sophia Crane is suspicious? There's something about her that drives us insane. You can feel it
My heart was racing wildly, slamming the bathroom door close, I held my chest feeling the erratic beating."Damn! What the hell had just happened?" I'm pacing around the bathroom, my hand raking nervously through my hair. Did we just kissed? Did he... Oh fvkc! I've really let my guard down!This wasn't the fvcking plan. What if he gets to find out that I was Violet. I mean I might have change everything about me, but I was still the very same Violet, his ex wife. "You caused this, Aria!" I tossed at her, because she was the one that pushed me to him, even the moon goddess knew I wanted to fight him, and pushed him away from him. But Aria's hunger wouldn't be controlled."You wouldn't blame me, he is our mate. And what were your thinking playing such dangerous game?" She snapped back at me."What game?" I retorted back."You didn't think he was going to get aroused perceiving your scent with only a towel tied round your bust? That's fvcking seductive. And he is our mate, remember,""
Today was meant to be a great start for the business deal with the Wolfes. But I had already gotten down with my ex-husband.Staring at the mirror before me, I applied blush to my face. I wasn’t really into makeup, but ever since the whole Sophia Crane facade, I’d become a fan. Mostly because of how it brought out the bold personality I now wore like armor.My phone chimed. I picked it up from the table and read the message. It was from Xavier."About the incident," he wrote. "Claire informed me it was an accident." I frowned, my heart skipping a beat, and texted back, "What do you mean?""A popular actress was around your estate, and your car is similar to hers. There’s a mistake—the bomb was meant for her, not a direct assault on you."I let out a sigh as I read the text, feeling a wave of relief. At least it wasn’t a targeted attack. I knew I didn’t have any personal enemies, though being at the top comes with plenty of haters. But I’d never directly offended anyone.I exhaled deep
I hadn’t been myself since that kiss. Memories of her taste kept flooding my mind. Damn it! I wasn't supposed to have such sinful thoughts, especially when she was our business partner.The meeting about the project was just minutes away, but I couldn’t stop thinking. 'What the hell have I done?' Would she still regard me as a business partner? Or would she call off the deal? What kind of trance had I fallen into?I was always the one to keep personal relationships far from business. But with Sophia Crane, it was something else entirely.I was all dressed up and heading to the private lounge for the meeting. Two thoughts ran through my mind: she might call it off, and then we’d all return to our various lives, or maybe… With Sophia Crane, I couldn’t even tell. She was a mystery.The meeting started, but I couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes, not after what had happened.Her voice cut through the room, bold and commanding, as if she had the world under her feet. Everything about her
"Who?" I asked, wondering what she was talking about."Your ex-wife!" Her voice made me jerk. I wasn’t expecting such a question out of the blue.I swallowed hard, memories of Violet suddenly washing over me. The pack needs her back—we needed her. Our lives depended on her at this point.My breath hitched. "I don’t want to talk about it." I’d rather savor the moment I have with her than drag us down memory lane.Her hazel eyes met mine, soft and pleading. How the hell do I tell her that I crave to be with her because she only reminds me of my ex? How do I admit that I’m developing feelings because she’s a doppelgänger for my ex-wife?"I miss her, and I want her back," I said, staring at the ceiling, voicing my thoughts without considering the consequences.I looked back at her. For a moment, her face softened—I knew I caught that look—or was I just assuming things?But then, she pulled away from my hands. "You’re thinking about another woman when you’re with me?" Her voice was angry.
"You started the fire, so you’re going to put it out," I growled, my voice a clear warning.My eyes trailed down her body as she leaned against the wall, her back to me, her hands tied. Her body was fucking gorgeous, hot, and it reminded me of one person—Violet.My breath was hot against her skin as I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "I warned you," I whispered, her scent permeating through my nose, intoxicating me. My hands trailed down her back, her skin smooth and flawless beneath my fingers."I want to mark her now," Ares's voice came out strong and insistent."She'll be ours soon. Let's calm down. She's human, remember? We need to go soft on her," I tried to calm him, keeping my voice steady, though my own need to possess her was just as strong.I felt her body shudder at my touch, a reaction that only fueled my satisfaction. My hands moved lower, settling on her thighs. Slowly, I let them drift down, finally resting on her core. Her warmth welcomed my middle finger,
I chewed my lips as I stared into Adrian's inquisitive eyes, my mind racing with a quick lie. I had to say something sensible for someone like Adrian to believe me.“Harry?” I stuttered, a thoughtful attempt at buying time. Lies swirled in my head like a vortex, each one more silly than the last. How come I couldn't lie now when I'd lived five years of my life lying?Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose, his fingers tapping impatiently against the table. “Who is Harry?” The question was blunt, straightforward.My eyes widened, and I shook my head slowly, attempting nonchalance. “I don’t think I can remember anyone by that name. Why are you asking?”Adrian’s gaze didn’t waver, which meant I hadn’t fooled him...yet. “You were screaming ‘Harry’ in your dream last night.” God, was he always so adamant?That dream... Memories flooded back: the skull-lined landscape, the woman’s raspy voice, and Harry... my Harry.I felt my face pale, my palms growing sweaty. I reached for the serviette an
I still couldn't believe it had been days since I'd seen my little Harry. His bright smile and infectious laughter echoed in my mind, making my heart ache with longing. And Grandma Charlotte—her silent scolding and warm hugs were a constant source of comfort I desperately needed. I even missed the way she called me "child." A watery smile lifted my lips, and I sighed. Then there was Adrian. The thought of revealing my secret to him made my stomach twist into knots. Fear held me hostage, silencing my words every time I mustered the courage to speak. What if he got upset and wanted Harry for himself? What if I never got to see my son afterward? The pessimistic thoughts flooding my head left a sour taste in my mouth and a wary feeling in the pit of my stomach. Each time I thought of telling him, something interrupted that perfect moment; either that, or the moment just wasn’t right. Either way, I didn’t enjoy the way guilt ate at my insides. As the evening sun cast a warm glow over the
"What's going on? You’re not eating," Adrian’s voice filtered into my thoughts, and I blinked twice. I picked up my fork and stared at the spaghetti and bologna sauce in front of me. I had little appetite. The fiasco in the restaurant was a good distraction from my nightmarish thoughts, but then it was a permanent one."Nothing," I mumbled and forked a portion into my mouth. It felt like a heavy task chewing food I didn’t want, and I frowned. Unfortunately for me, I had to since Adrian had prepared it."Is it about Xavier?" Adrian tipped his chin forward, his cutlery clashing against the ceramic plate and creating a clinking sound.My response was a light shrug. "You can’t blame me; I have every right to worry," was my defensive response."Look at me." Adrian’s voice was deep and steely. My eyes drifted to his, his determined gaze pinning me still. "I’m not going to let anything happen to you again. I’ll kill Xavier with my bare hands before he even thinks of hurting you. Okay?" It fel
Violet's POVAdrian was set to ridicule me, dessert was served, the waiter carefully placed the chocolate mousse cake in front of us, and I fought to maintain my composure. My heart galloped like a wild horse, threatening to burst free from my chest. The vibrations beneath the table intensified, sending shivers up my legs, my legs were trembling... Adrian's eyes sparkled with mischief, his expression innocent, but his actions anything but."Thank you," Adrian said smoothly, picking up his spoon and dipping it into the rich, velvety chocolate."Mmmm," he nodded, enjoying the taste of the cake on his tongue as he teased me.My lips parted slightly and I managed a barely audible "thank you" myself, terrified that any sudden movement would shatter my fragile control. My thighs still trembled, my muscles clenched in a futile attempt to still the sensations coursing through me. How long was this going to last? What sort of vibrator did he hide in my panties anyway? I hadn't felt them when I
Violet's POVThroughout the drive from the police station, I remained quiet, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts. Ryder, noticing my tension, suggested lunch at one of my favorite restaurants nearby. His idea was welcomed with open arms; it was just what I needed.I stepped into the cozy restaurant, the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering spices—though faint—hovered in the air, and I took deep breaths. The sweet aroma already had me salivating.Adrian, being who he was, didn't need a reservation, and soon we were shown to a seat just beside the window, exactly where I liked it. We waited for our orders, our conversations consisting of a few mutters and grunts. I still couldn't push aside my encounter with Xavier. Adrian's gaze never left mine. His intensity made my pulse flutter, and I felt my cheeks begin to color.The waiter arrived with our appetizers: grilled calamari with marinara sauce for me and seared scallops for Adrian. The flavors danced on my tongue, spicy and tangy.
Violet's POVIf every day could be like this... I woke up to Adrian's gentle kisses on my forehead. A big smile turned the corners of my lips up, and my eyes blinked open to see Adrian's face only a few inches away. His eyes were filled with affection as he smiled down at me."Good morning, beautiful," he whispered close to my ear. I kissed him on the lips, a long, hard kiss."Morning," I yawned, my voice husky from over seven hours of sleep."I need to go to the police station to see Xavier." The anger in his voice lingered in the air, Xavier’s name seemed to pollute the room, leaving a foul taste in our mouths. Adrian turned away, pulling a sweatshirt over his head.My heart skipped a beat, a heavy, painful one. Xavier. The name still evoked a storm of emotions—fear, anger, and hatred all mixed together."Do you want to come with me?" Adrian asked, his eyes staring at me intently. I knew I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to, but…Indecisive, my lips twitched as my mind whirled wi
I collapsed onto Adrian's chest, our ragged breaths syncing in perfect harmony, the aftershocks of our passionate encounter still coursing through my veins. I traced the contours of his defined abs while he gently stroked my hair."Violet," Adrian whispered into my hair, his voice low and husky.I lifted my head and our eyes met."What is it?"Adrian's lips curled into a sly smile, his hands cupping my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. "I invited your father over."My eyes fell and I moved away. My dad... A small sigh left my lips. This was new. My eyebrows shot up."Sebastian Valenwood?" I asked, my voice silky. Who else could it be? But I still found myself asking."Yes, and Reynold is bringing them soon," Adrian nodded, his eyes watching me closely.A chuckle escaped my lips. "This should be interesting.""Aren't you happy?" Adrian leaned forward to kiss my neck, and a small smile spread on my lips as I stroked his back."Happy? I'm thrilled. I'm just surprised, that's all. It's
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, his tongue flicking over me with purpose, pushing me closer to the edge until I couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry tore from my throat, my body shuddering as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him.Every nerve in my body was alive, tingling with the sensation of his touch, but I was still craving more. His presence overwhelmed me, making it impossible to think clearly, and I didn’t want to. I just wanted to feel.I was so close, teetering on the edge of release, but then he pulled back slightly, just enough to keep me in that agonizing state of wanting. My eyes flew open, a desperate moan escaping my lips. His gaze locked with mine, dark and filled with with want, desire."I want to savor every moment with you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The way his lips hovered just above me sent shivers down my spine."Tell me what you need," his eyes searched mine full of intensity, want. Need. Desire
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, brushing away a tear that escapes. "Adrian," I whimpered, inhaling his fresh cologne, his scent was messing with my head."I can smell your arousal, Violet. It's driving me insane... I want to kiss you again, to hold you... To have our legs tangled in that bed, and fuck you, but not as Sophia Crane, as Violet. My Violet,"His words awakens every fiber of my being, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Aria, my wolf, tugged at me, urging me on. I pictured it— me lying in bed, feeling him move in and out of me. Damn it.I bit my lip, a quiet moan escaping."You’re making me lose my mind," he growled, pulling me against his warm body. I could feel his chest rise and fall, the heat between us almost unbearable."Just do it," I groaned, slipping the towel I had on to the floor.He gasp, His hands slid down my back, gripping my hips as his lips brushed my neck, setting every nerve on fire. My body reacted on its own, pressing into him as my breath came