Violet's POV"You can come back to the pack. You still have your place there," Adrian mutters. I stop sobbing immediately, fixing him with a long, hard stare. "He has the nerve!" Aria hisses in my mind. Realizing he'd probably blurted out something stupid, he bites his lip and looks away, but I continue to look. To think I could trust him… Of course, Red Moon Park was my safe haven, a place where I could live peacefully without watching my back every minute. But then again, it wasn't that easy. Bending my head down, I let out a bitter laugh that comes out low and croaky. Nothing is ever as easy as it seems. "And what about Emily? What happens to her?" I question, my gaze dropping as he chews on his lower lip. "Aren't the two of you still married?" My voice is louder this time. My eyes drift to Reynold, who gives me a sorry look. I don't ask these questions because I want answers—hell, I know the answers. I only want him to see how impossible his request is. "And when I'm back, what wo
Adrian's POVViolet raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening into a grin, and then she starts laughing. The sound is mocking, but instead of getting annoyed, I find myself turning away, embarrassed. I knew how she felt, but I didn't intend for it to come out that way. Maybe it was the wrong timing. Her words cut through the laughter, sharp as knives. Each one reminds me just how impossible it's going to be to convince her otherwise.“Sorry things had to turn out this way. It’s not what it looks like.” Damn it! I’ve messed up again. This wasn't how I pictured it to come out. I care about her, and I'm not comfortable with the fact that she was hiding in some only God knows basement when she can securely be safe at the pack house. I knew I needed to leave even without arguing. I wouldn't was to piss her more.Even on the drive back to the city, my mind is still on her. Reynold’s driving, but all I can think about is how I’ve let her down again. I should never have mentioned the pack. Now
Adrian's POV“Where are those darn keys?” I mutter to no one in particular, tossing a pile of sheets aside. I pat the space under them, but nothing. I’ve already checked the pockets of my sweats, and the key rack is empty…“Are we really doing this now?” Ares growls in his usual impatient tone. Instantly, I remember: my bedside stool.Slipping into a pair of sneakers, I’m soon strapping my seatbelt across my chest, my car speeding towards the hideout. My only prayer is that no cops pull me over.“Get a grip on yourself before you get us killed,” Ares says gently, but I don’t pay him any heed. With my heart beating like a bass drum echoing in the woods, it’s either I reach Violet as fast as I can, or I don’t reach her at all.It’s a miracle my hands aren’t shaky. In fact, if Reynold were around, I would’ve let him drive. I don’t trust myself. Sawn’s call informed me that the tracker had gone off. That was wrong. It was supposed to remain on; it only goes off if she’s in danger.You cou
My nose crinkled. I could smell it—a male scent, not a familiar one, but one I’d encountered a few times before. Sniffing deeper, it became clearer, and then it hit me. It was his scent. What was his name again? Yes, Xavier. But why the hell did he have a gun pointed at my head?Because he was the damned stalker. It still didn’t make sense. Why would he want Violet dead? Blinking furiously, I pushed away the whirlwind of thoughts threatening to overwhelm me.“Stay still!” His voice thundered from behind me, reverberating in my ears. “Raise your hands slowly above your head, and don’t bring them down.”I hesitated but followed his command, feeling the cold metal of the gun now pressing into my neck. The urge to ram my elbow into his gut, to make him drop the gun, was strong, but I couldn’t risk it. I had to get to Violet first.“Keep them up, and move!” he growled. I heard a click, and a bright light shone behind me—he’d brought a torch. How thoughtful.The boards creaked beneath our f
"Shoot me dead," Aria gasped. I had the same thought. My mouth hung open, yet not a single word left it... How could he? And why would he want me dead? He'd helped me escape Mason's pack, turned me into Sophia Crane in five years, made me a successful career woman just to kill me? It didn't sit right with me. No, it wasn't normal."Is he going to kill us?" I asked Aria, who was unusually quiet. My hands were still shaking, but not like before—they were now twitching."I'm as confused as you are. What in the world does he want?" Aria's sigh was exasperated and defeated.With so many thoughts in my head and no answers, I clamped my lips shut, my gaze lingering over him as my heart thumped loudly, pushing my chest forward, leaving me anxious within.I stared hard at him, trying to decipher what he was thinking when a sudden sharp squeak indicated the creaking of the floorboards at the front porch."Adrian!" Aria and I gasped simultaneously, my pupils dilating as my eyes darted to the doo
"You’re surprised, aren’t you? It’s not every day you find out the father you had no clue about is none other than Sebastian Valenwood," Xavier chuckled lightly, tossing a coin in his hands. I stared at him warily, every new piece of information peeling off layers of my past. His gaze are cold, like that of a murderer. Of course he was."Don’t look so amazed. You won’t get to meet him face to face ever in your life. I promise you, the only place you’ll be taking this news to is your grave." Xavier’s voice grew dense, his features darkened by a bitter expression, as if he were reminiscing about a bad memory.“What’s up with him and killing us? Ask him what happened, Violet,” Aria urged. I knew she wouldn’t stop until I did, but I was too shocked to make any inquiries.“Not yet,” I argued weakly, hating the fact that I had to learn my history from Xavier. Why didn’t Mom tell me all this?"If she's Sebastian's daughter, why do you want to kill her? Talk less of getting away with it," Adr
"You’re surprised, aren’t you? It’s not every day you find out the father you had no clue about is none other than Sebastian Valenwood," Xavier chuckled lightly, tossing a coin in his hands. I stared at him warily, every new piece of information peeling off layers of my past. His gaze are cold, like that of a murderer. Of course he was."Don’t look so amazed. You won’t get to meet him face to face ever in your life. I promise you, the only place you’ll be taking this news to is your grave." Xavier’s voice grew dense, his features darkened by a bitter expression, as if he were reminiscing about a bad memory.“What’s up with him and killing us? Ask him what happened, Violet,” Aria urged. I knew she wouldn’t stop until I did, but I was too shocked to make any inquiries.“Not yet,” I argued weakly, hating the fact that I had to learn my history from Xavier. Why didn’t Mom tell me all this?"If she's Sebastian's daughter, why do you want to kill her? Talk less of getting away with it," Adr
ADRIANSomehow, my gaze narrowed to the door. I almost let out a gasp as I noticed a shadow move behind Xavier. It was still, eerily quiet. Whoever it was clearly didn’t want to be seen, and they were coming for Xavier. But who could it be?As I sniffed the air, the scent hit me immediately. Reynold. A smirk almost tugged at my lips as I saw him clearly now, a black revolver in his hands.Right, why hadn’t I predicted this? Reynold was like glue—more than my beta or personal assistant, he was practically a part of me. Always there when something was off, helping in his own way. He was more attuned to me than my own mother, always sensing when things were awry.Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned my attention to Violet. Puffy-eyed and red-faced, with dried tear tracks on her cheeks, Xavier’s threats must have terrified her to the core. Thank God Reynold was armed.“I didn’t want to say anything, but since you’re going to die anyway, I’ll satisfy your curiosity,” Xavier said, his voic
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