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 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
"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
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
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
Chapter 1 "Congratulations, Violet, you're two weeks pregnant!" The doctor's words rang in my ear as I sat up straight.My eyes widened as I stared at the result he had handed over to me in disbelief. "Y.. You're certain about this, aren't you?" I had to ask for a second time because I needed to be sure."Tests can't lie, Mrs. Adrian. It's certain. You're two weeks pregnant," the doctor muttered as he smiled. I could see the relief in his eyes too as he assured me.Of course, he has to be relieved because Adrian and I were like regular visitors in his hospital. We'd tried all the methods and forms to ensure I was pregnant, but none worked: In Vitro fertilization (IVF), Intra Uterine insemination (IUI)... Name it, we tried all but none yielded results."Thank you so much, Doctor, thank you!" I muttered, tears welling in my eyes as I headed outside.Adrian is going to be excited that I'm finally going to give birth to an heir to the Wolfe. Being married for four years without an heir wa
Chapter 2I watched as his eyes diverted from mine, facing the floor, his hands fidgeting, and then he said the formidable."I want a divorce!" The words pierced through my heart like an arrow, shattering me beyond repair. This can't be true! This is a lie, no. No.. this is a dream!"What do you mean, Adrian..." I stuttered, trying to affirm if I had heard correctly."You heard me, Violet. I want a divorce!" He repeated, saying the words like it meant nothing to him."Why? Is there anything I'm not doing correctly, for you want me to change..." I was still trying to talk when he cut me off."Enough, Violet! You both know I had zero intention of getting married to you. If not for my father's command, I would have rejected you the very same day the moon goddess revealed that you're my mate," With each word he uttered, it reminded me of the past, like several arrows shot at once."But we've been married for four years now... You're addicted to my body, we are compatible, you admitted it y
Chapter 3"For the past three hours, I've remained indoors, ignoring the persistent knocks from Adrian and that woman. Refusing to engage, I simply directed them to go to hell," I stated firmly, as I stared at the signed divorce papers, placing them on the table silently hoping Adrian would notice. "Finally free from him, I can only hope this decision brings an end to his misery as well."After cautiously checking if there was anyone outside, I opened the door to be startled by Freya standing there. "Freya," I exclaimed, taken aback by her unexpected presence."Luna, you scared me, I was already getting worried. The Alpha king asked me to look after you," Freya explained."Is he home?" I queried."No, he went to settle some official duties."I let out a sigh, relief washing through me that he was not around."I've got to go, Freya," I announced, letting her inside as I carried my suitcase. "Let this be between us and never tell the Alpha king about my whereabouts," I made it clear to