"This is for you, Violet," I looked up from the folder and files I’d been sorting almost all day. Maya had been acting like a bitch all day, compiling and stressing me out with meaningless tasks. But then, I refused to make a bad impression on my first day. I'd rather bear her nonchalant attitude than make everyone think I was the complaining-whining type. Thankfully, I've got Xavier who has been more than helpful. He was sent by the moon goddess, if you ask me.Hans stood in front of me with a shopping bag. He placed it on my table."What? I didn't order anything," I said, confused. There was no way those bags could be mine. Maybe it was a wrong delivery.Hans chuckled. This was the first time he was being nice to me, and smiling? "That's a gift from the Alpha," he leaned close, whispering in my ear."What? Mas—" he shushed me before I could finish."You can thank him later," he whispered again, then straightened his suit as he walked to the door and winked at me.I frowned. "Now, t
I was worried about Rhoda's threat, but that didn't stop me from going to work. I needed the money; my future depended on it—not just mine alone. My baby's too."It's morning, and you seem to be dozing off," Xavier's voice caught me off guard. I flinched and then looked up at him."I wasn't dozing off," I protested, blinking my eyes rapidly. "I was just trying to sort out this file."Xavier sighed. "She did it again?" He was referring to Maya.I nodded reluctantly."Just send some over. I'll help you with them. I don't know why she's so bent on making life hell for you," he offered, his voice laced with concern."She just hates me," I retorted, shaking my head in frustration."Hey, Violet!" that familiar, annoying voice snarled. Rhoda. What does she want from me now? She closed the door behind her as she walked to the table where I sat."I need to talk to you!" Her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a smirk.Conversations with Rhoda were always about Mason, and right now, I didn'
Cold blue eyes peered into mine. I could feel the anger emanating from him as he stared at me. Every fiber of his being radiated betrayal. Handcuffed, bound, I was forced to stand tall as the icy anger from his gaze pierced through my chest."I can explain, Mason," I stuttered. Maybe that was a stupid thing to say at that moment, or maybe not. But I knew I owed him an explanation."I trusted you. I took you in and made you a Pack member, gave you a job, and all I get in return is being spied on, Luna?" His voice was breaking as he spoke. I couldn't tell why, but I knew there was more to it than just betrayal."I swear, I'm not a spy. I'm... just—""Take her back," he commanded, his voice quivering with rage. His hands were fisted. Disappointment was etched in his face as he spoke.I knew he hated me now, but I had zero intentions of spying. Those were just allegations Rhoda had come up with.Hans looked at me with hatred in his eyes, then led me back to that cold, empty room.Ironical
FIVE YEARS LATER VIOLET I stepped out of my car, my black boot clicking on the ground. The dark shades I wore shielded my eyes from the morning sun's glare. The guards in front of me bowed respectfully, knowing fully well who I was. Sophia Crane! A name that rings bells in everyone's ears, a name I've built for five years. A name that depicts success. "Good morning, Ms. Crane," Claire, my secretary, said as she collected my bag from me, giving a light bow. A satisfied smirk formed on my lips as I heard the whispers of those who had spotted me. Just my name put things in order. "What's my schedule for today, Claire?" The weekend had been a busy one, and Monday should be no exception. “We have a busy day ahead. Your 10 a.m. meeting with Mr. Lance has been pushed back to 11, but the 2 p.m. meeting with the board remains as scheduled.” “Excellent,” I replied, slipping off my sunglasses. “Let’s make sure we’re ready for both. What about the investors?” “They’ll be here at 4,” Clai
ADRIAN I shook my head as I heard the secretary of the Hunter Corporation repeating the same words she had been saying for the past week. This was bullshit, crap!I'm not a child to be tossed around like a two-year-old being promised candy. This was business. I understand they're at the top and all, but on a more professional level, it is more preferable to either tell the other party—namely, me—that they don't want to collaborate, rather than stringing me along like a toy.The other day, my team waited for an hour, only to be told the CEO had just concluded a meeting and needed to rest. If it wasn't that, she needed to eat. I'm done with these humans.Who do they think they are, to make an Alpha like me their human toy?"Yes, Claire. What do you have to say this time? She's busy? She wants to eat or perhaps polish her legs? I don't care about the bullshit you have prepared. You can't keep my team and me waiting for two hours and then come back with some lame excuse. Where's the cons
I couldn't stop laughing as I watched the scene that was transpiring from the CCTV footage. He looked like a fool, just how I wanted it.But then, I had never seen him this riled up, this frustrated. I watched as anger coursed through him, and his eyes changed. "This is just the start, Adrian Wolfe, trust me. I can't wait to see him break, to see him down.""Revenge," they say, "is best served cold." But I'm just getting started.The Wolfe Empire was ranking second, and I'm anticipating seeing it rank last. To see that look of frustration on his face. "This is just the start, Adrian, take my word for it."I took a sip from the hot coffee Claire had served me with. For some damn reason, it tasted so nice.I watched on when he pushed Claire and was about to head to my office. I was seething with rage. I had wanted to call the security to throw him out of the company. But then Xavier appeared, and I stilled.Somehow, he was able to resolve the issue with Adrian. I couldn't hear what he h
"Momma, come give me a hug," my four-year-old son, Harry, chided, pulling me close for an embrace.My face lit up with a smile as I stared at the mini version of my rivalry; he had every feature of him—his eyes, his hair color. Mine was red, which I'd dyed black now. And his was jet black, just like his father. Nature really cheated me. I was the one who had all the fuss in carrying him, and yet he didn’t get to have any of my features. That’s cool, isn’t it?“You’re such a big baby,” I cooed, pulling his soft little body into mine. He was my home, my solace. And a reminder of the position I once held.I ruffled his hair. “Harry, Momma has to get to work, okay? Nana will drop you at school,” I smiled at him, referring to my grandmother, who always liked accompanying him to school even though we had a nanny and a driver. She was just the coolest.Harry's face pulled into a frown. I knew what was coming next; this little lad had always insisted I pick him up after school.“How about a c
ADRIAN"You know, for someone who swore on the moon goddess' name, you didn't look as upset as you claimed," Reynold's voice cut through sharply as soon as we stepped out of Hunter Enterprises.I shot him a stern look, and he immediately made a gesture indicating he would keep his mouth shut.Sophia Crane. The name rang a bell. I had expected her to be annoyingly obnoxious, and I was ready to voice my objections during the meeting, perhaps even call off the collaboration to preserve our pride. But then, it didn’t go as I had assumed.She was so different. Her eye color, her hair dyed black, but then her nose... it all pointed to one person—Violet, my ex-wife.She reminded me of Violet. And for a moment, Ares seemed pleased. I could feel it too. The spark, the way she arched her brow, her smile... everything. Aside from the fact that she looked so serious.The look of exasperation on her face—something didn’t sit right. There was something amiss, and I could sense it strongly. Even Are
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