Zenab just stared at him. Perhaps Red had been right after all; her defiance may have been a terrible mistake. It was too late now, though; the look in Sander's eyes made her feel like he wanted to choke the life out of her.
"Could you please turn around?" she asked politely, just realizing the bubbles had dissipated, leaving her exposed.
Not that she thought he would even glance at her or desire her. Werewolves generally had no qualms about nudity, but for some reason, she didn't want him seeing her naked. It felt too intimate.
"Ten minutes, Scarlet. If you're not dressed and out by then, I swear I'll come back and dress you myself," he said tersely before storming out and slamming the door.
Zenab's heart raced at the look on his face; he wasn't joking. It was clear: this was no empty threat.
Zenab had never dressed as quickly as she did today. Once she was ready, she stepped out of her bedroom to find Sander lounging on her couch. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, an arm resting on the back of a chair, and his phone in hand, scrolling through something she couldn't see.
Clearing her throat, she spoke up. "I'm ready. I hope this is okay." She gestured to her outfit.
She had chosen a simple yet elegant red dress paired with black heels. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, so she felt no need to go overboard.
Sander's gaze slowly traveled over her form, and Zenab could swear it felt like liquid fire wherever his eyes lingered. She shifted her weight, suddenly feeling overheated. When was the last time she had been with a man?
"A few weeks before Miles came back," Red offered unhelpfully.
There was no denying that Sander was attractive—a pure, full-blooded alpha male. Given her long drought of intimacy, it was understandable that she would react this way to him, wasn't it?
"It will do... let's go," he said flatly.
Zenab huffed silently to herself. She had hoped for at least one compliment; even though she hadn't put in much effort, she still looked fantastic.
Reluctantly, she followed him outside. After turning on the alarm system, she approached him. He stood stiffly beside his car, appearing just as unenthused about the dinner.
"Get in," he commanded, opening the door for her.
She wanted to rebel against his tone, but after putting in the effort to get ready, she refused to let that go to waste. So, she slid into the car, biting her tongue.
"At least he opened the door for you like a gentleman, unlike that rat bastard," Red remarked, referring to Dave.
Zenab stayed silent, staring straight ahead as Sander started the car. Red was right, though.
Reflecting on the past, Zenab realized that Dave had never once opened a door for her—not even when they first started dating. How had she overlooked this? Perhaps she had noticed but chose to ignore it, convincing herself he was the one.
Like every other time, they shared no conversation during the drive—not even small talk about their day. She had no idea where Sander was taking her, and he didn't seem inclined to share that information.
She turned her gaze outside, contemplating what Jaymie had told her. Could it really be true that Emerald needed her? She desperately wanted to believe it, but fear held her back. She was terrified that her efforts would be dismissed, and she wasn't sure her heart could endure any more pain.
"We're here," Sander said, pulling her from her thoughts.
Zenab looked up, surprised to find they had arrived at the Roosevelt, one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city. Sander parked the car, turned off the ignition, and stepped out. Seconds later, he was opening the door for her. As she got out, a chill from the evening air enveloped her.
She stood beside the car while he locked it, and then he guided her toward the entrance, his hand resting on the small of her back.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her breath hitching as she halted in her tracks.
The way he held her sent a rush of sensations through her body, whether she welcomed it or not was still to be determined. She attributed her reaction to her hormones.
"Just act naturally and keep walking. I think a paparazzi is following us," he whispered softly.
For a brief moment, tension coursed through her before she managed to relax. They resumed their walk, and soon they were inside the restaurant.
As soon as they entered, the manager hurried over, followed closely by a waiter. Zenab could sense that he was a werewolf by his scent; it was something innate, a way they could identify their own kind without explanation.
"Mr. Ford, it's always a pleasure to have you at our establishment. Your usual table is ready," the manager said carefully, his eyes lowered in deference to the Alpha.
Sander simply nodded and led Zenab to a table in the VIP section. She had never been to this restaurant before, and she was already charmed by it. The black and gold color scheme was stunning, exuding elegance and sophistication.
As they settled into their seats, a waiter approached with a bottle of wine. He presented the menu, and they both chose the same meal: steak, soup, and baked potatoes. Zenab added an ice cream cake to her order for dessert.
After pouring their wine, the waiter left with a polite smile.
"So, what exactly are we supposed to do on this dinner date?" Zenab asked, taking a sip of her wine.
She felt uncertain about the evening's direction. Her nerves were heightened not only by the potential paparazzi following them but also by Sander, who was seated across from her. His piercing gaze felt as though it was delving deep into her very soul, making her uncomfortable.
"We do what everyone does during a date: get to know each other," he replied, swirling his glass.
Zenab couldn't help but laugh. "I'm surprised you don't already have a full dossier on me."
He smirked. "I do, but I'd rather hear it straight from the horse's mouth."
She rolled her eyes at his comment, acknowledging it was a little childish, but she couldn't help it. It didn't surprise her that he had looked into her background; he seemed exactly like the type of man who would do such a thing.
"Fine," she said with exasperation before continuing.
"There's not much to share. I grew up in an orphanage and have no memories of my life before I found myself there around seven or eight. That's where I met Jaymie, and we became inseparable friends. I have no idea who my parents are or whether they're alive or dead. After high school, we both went to college, where I met Dave. He was in a rough place after Miles left him for someone else..."
"I know all that, Scarlet. What I want to understand is where your fated mate is," he interrupted.
Zenab felt a flicker of irritation rise at his interruption but pushed it down. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. "I don't have one."
"What do you mean you don't have one? Everyone has a fated mate."
"Except for me. Before I started dating Dave, I consulted an Elder. I had fallen for him, but I couldn't risk our relationship progressing if I had a mate out there. When I asked her about my mate, she said she could neither see nor sense his spirit. This meant he either didn't exist or wasn't meant for this lifetime, leaving me destined to remain alone unless I chose a mate."
Both Red and Zenab still felt the sting of those words. They had mourned for weeks, gradually coming to terms with the truth that, unlike normal wolves, they would never experience the joy of having a fated mate.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I had assumed your mate had either died or rejected you," he said.
If not for the almost compassionate tone in his voice, Zenab would have lashed out at the implication that she wasn't worthy of love and was then rejected.
She opened her mouth to inquire about his mate when she noticed his expression shift to one of cold fury. His jaw clenched, and his hands curled into fists. His gaze locked onto something behind her, and a wave of dangerous energy enveloped the space, nearly choking her.
"You've got to be kidding me," he growled, glaring at whatever—or whoever—was lurking behind her.
Zenab recognized the familiar citrus scent when she heard the door open, a clear sign that Dave had arrived home. She remained seated, not bothering to stand. What was the point? She was well aware that he wouldn't appreciate the gesture or even desire it.Zenab was taken aback by Dave's return. She seldom saw him these days and when their paths crossed, he often ignored, avoided, or lashed out at her. His absences grew so frequent that Zenab sometimes forgot she had a husband. Only the constant ache in her heart reminded her that she shared her life with someone—a mate who no longer desired her.Dave's footsteps approached the dining room. Zenab sat at the table, cradling a cup in her hands. She didn't look up as he got closer, nor when he stopped nearby. He tossed some documents onto the table, prompting Zenab to finally raise her eyes."What are these?" she asked cautiously, meeting his dark, cold gaze. His expression was one of indifference, a stark contrast to the man who had env
It shattered Zenab's heart to think that her own daughter no longer referred to her as "Mommy." These days, she was merely known as "her," as if reduced to the status of a servant in her own family.Dave's eyes softened as he looked at their daughter, Emerald. "Go to my room, honey. I'll be there soon, and then we can leave," he said tenderly.Their shared love for Emerald was the only common ground left between Zenab and Dave. Emerald was the perfect blend of both parents, with her reddish-brown hair—a heritage of Zenab's red locks mixed with Dave's brown—and his deep, obsidian eyes."Are we going to Mommy Miles? I love staying with her," Emerald said, her voice bubbling with excitement. Each mention of Miles as "mommy" pierced Zenab's heart a little deeper.Emerald hadn't referred to Zenab as her mother for months. She hadn't spoken to her or allowed Zenab near. Zenab's own daughter now favored another woman over her. Just like Dave, Emerald seemed to want nothing to do with Zenab.
"You don't mean that, Emerald. I'm your mommy," Zenab cried out, her tears flowing uncontrollably.Why did it feel like her heart was being torn to shreds, like it was being turned into minced meat?"You are no longer my mommy. I only have one mother, and that is Mommy Miles!" Emerald declared firmly, then turned her back on Zenab and ran to Miles.Miles enveloped Emerald in her arms, glaring at Zenab while whispering soothing words as if she were the biological mother, leaving Zenab feeling like an outsider, the woman who had ruined their happy occasion.Zenab couldn't believe Emerald had just denounced her in front of guests. How could her daughter do this to her? And how could Dave allow it? How could they choose Miles over her? The remaining fragments of her heart crumbled even further; she doubted anything could ever mend it.Before Zenab had a chance to collect her dignity, Dave was suddenly at her side. He seized her arm in a painful grip, dragging her away."Please, Dave..." s
He didn't respond right away, simply staring at Zenab with his forest-green eyes, as if he could see the pain wreaking havoc within her. He was tall—around six feet, perhaps taller—his midnight black hair thick and striking. Even in a suit, it was clear that he was fit, exuding an undeniable allure.If only her heart could still be whole. It was irreparably shattered, never to beat for another. She had sworn off men for good."My son won't stop talking about you. I had to come see what all the fuss was about," he said, his voice deep and husky.Zenab found herself speechless, simply staring at him, unsure of how to respond."I want to know your intentions toward him," he continued, stepping closer until she could feel his body heat radiating toward her. Red stirred momentarily before settling back into a restful slumber."Nothing bad. He's a good kid, and he comforted me when I was at my lowest," she murmured, tilting her head back to meet his gaze."That better be all, Red. If I find
Year LaterIt has been a year since Zenab fled from her pain. She had hoped that her wounds would heal, but she was wrong. Healing had eluded her, and closure was nowhere to be found. Instead, something darker had taken root inside her.As the Uber driver navigated the familiar streets, she was reminded of the reasons she had escaped this forsaken country in the first place. Memories of the pain and humiliation she endured a year ago flooded back, particularly the sting of Dave's betrayal."I hate this city," Red murmured in disgust, voicing Zenab's own sentiments.Within minutes, they arrived at the hospital. Zenab paid the driver and stepped out, taking a moment to steady herself as she gazed at the towering building.The hospital served only werewolves and was hidden away in a secluded area, protected by werewolf government officials who helped keep it off the radar. If she were honest, Zenab hadn't intended to return. Yet when her godson was diagnosed with a tumor, she couldn't
Zenab grabbed a cab and headed straight to her company. Thirty minutes later, she arrived. Crystal's had managed to recover after her departure, and they had even opened another branch on the island where she had sought refuge.Just as she was about to enter the building, two guards stopped her."What the hell are you doing?" she snapped through gritted teeth, feeling the remnants of her bad mood from encountering Dave and Miles."What does it look like we're doing?" one of them retorted.What kind of people had Jaymie hired while she was away?"Do you know who the hell I am?""The president? Wait, maybe you're the first lady," the other one mocked.Zenab could feel her temper flaring, and Red was growling in frustration. They were humans, so they couldn't be harmed, but that didn't lessen her anger."I'm the CEO of this company," she snarled, her nails digging into her palms as rage simmered within her.She wanted to lash out, to teach them a lesson."Not looking like that," the blac
Zenab was done with him. Done with his nonsense. "Zenab..." Dave began, but she cut him off again."Get the hell out, Dave. You told me to leave your space, and I did. Now I expect the same from you. We no longer mean anything to each other, and it will stay that way. Leave before I call the cops." Her voice rose in volume, her claws digging into her palms.This was her usual response when anger coursed through her veins, threatening to unleash a primal rage that could lead to violence. The pain helped ground her, anchoring her emotions when everything felt out of control.She recognized the symptoms radiating within her: the constant fury, the pervasive sense of losing control, and the insatiable thirst for blood. Zenab was always on the brink of snapping. This was the reality she found herself in—reduced to inflicting pain on her own palm to maintain her grip on sanity."What happened to you?" Dave asked, his voice soft and laced with concern, as if he couldn't understand her turm
Sander appeared calm, but Zenab knew it was nothing more than a façade. Beneath that polished exterior lay a beast. Red perked up for some inexplicable reason, but Zenab chose to disregard her. She recognized Sander for the dangerous man he truly was."Where are you taking me? You do realize this is considered kidnapping, right?" she asked, shifting the topic.Zenab felt as if she were treading into treacherous waters—one wrong move could place her in a situation she might not escape."I'm Sander Ford. I own this entire city, and I can do whatever the hell I please, Scarlet."Damn! He was right. Dave wielded power, but Sander was the king of the city. It was no surprise Miles had pursued him; she was clearly a gold digger. Dave hadn't been sufficient for her; she craved someone more powerful, someone prominent, someone wealthier.Unfortunately for Zenab, she hadn't been enough for Dave either. The moment that woman re-entered his life, he had decided she no longer measured up.A wave