Daniella’s Point of View
Liam is my mate. But I wasn’t his.
The thought had carved itself into my mind like a wound that refused to heal, raw and stinging no matter how many years passed. Ten years. Ten years of loving him in silence, enduring his indifference and callousness. Ten years of my heart beating for a man who would never truly be mine, of chasing shadows, holding onto fleeting moments, and pretending it didn't hurt every time I saw him smile at someone else.
After a stroke of faith, I got a job as Liam's secretary, and for seven years, I became a shadow at his side, his ever-loyal secretary, his secret lover when he felt like it.
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The morning air was crisp as I stepped into the Garvalle Holdings towering headquarters, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The receptionist gave me a quick, pitying glance—an expression I had grown used to. They all knew. Everyone in this building had seen how Liam treated me.
I tugged at the hem of my blouse and pressed the elevator button. The familiar burn of my mate mark pulsed faintly beneath my skin, a cruel reminder of what was and might never be.
The doors opened, and there stood Jessica Garvalle, Liam's sister. Her gaze raked over me like I was dirt on her designer shoes.
“Still here, Daniella?” she sneered, stepping into the elevator beside me. Her expensive perfume filled the confined space, suffocating and sharp. “I’d have thought by now even you would’ve realized you’re wasting your time.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Good morning, Jessica.”
She ignored me, leaning against the mirrored wall. “You know Matilda’s coming back, right? She’s the perfect match for my brother. Beautiful, accomplished, and from a real pack. Not some… half-blood without a wolf.”
Her words hit their mark, but I didn’t flinch. Years of enduring this treatment had taught me how to hide the cracks.
“I’m sure Alpha Liam’s decisions are his own,” I said quietly.
She laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “Oh, Daniella. Sweet, naive Daniella. You’ve only lasted this long because you’re convenient. But now that Matilda’s back, your little fantasy is over.”
The elevator dinged, and she swept out like a queen descending her throne. I followed, keeping my head down.
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The door to Liam’s office was slightly ajar. His deep voice rumbled from within, low and commanding, and then came a soft, feminine laugh.
I pushed the door open cautiously.
Liam sat behind his massive desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit that only emphasized the raw power he carried so effortlessly. His dark hair was slicked back, his piercing gray eyes lifting briefly to meet mine before returning to the papers in front of him.
“You’re late, Daniella,” he said without looking up.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” I murmured, setting the reports down. He hated it when I called him that in private, but I couldn’t stop myself. Calling him by his name felt too intimate, too presumptuous.
“You’re always sorry,” he muttered, almost to himself.
I bit my lip, swallowing the retort that bubbled up. I’d learned long ago that talking back only made things worse.
Matilda’s smile widened. “Oh, is this your secretary? I’ve heard so much about you.” Her voice was syrupy sweet, but her gaze was sharp, predatory.
“Yes, this is Daniella,” Liam said, already dismissing me with a wave of his hand. “She’s competent enough.”
Competent enough.
I clenched my fists at my sides, swallowing the bitter lump rising in my throat. This was the man I loved. The man I had sacrificed everything for. And yet, here he was, effortlessly crushing me with his words.
For a brief moment, my gaze drifted to the scar along his jawline, a faint reminder of the night that changed everything—or nothing, depending on how you looked at it. Three years after I got a job as his secretary, he’d been injured during a rogue attack, and I’d stayed by his side. Someone had switched his painkillers with something stronger, something that dulled his sharp mind and lowered his defenses.
That was the first time Liam touched me like I was more than just his secretary. He reached for me, his touch burning against my skin, and I foolishly, selfishly let him. His lips had crashed against mine, a desperate, frenzied kiss that left me breathless. For the first time, I felt the mate bond sear through me, an undeniable resonance that confirmed what I had always suspected.
He was mine.
But when he woke up, it was as though the night had never happened. “What are you doing here?” he had demanded, his voice cold, his eyes devoid of any recognition of what we’d shared.
“I was—”
“Leave,” he interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut. “And whatever might have happened, best believe it would never repeat itself, Understood?”
I nodded, my heart breaking even as I clung to the memory of his lips on mine, his hands tangled in my hair, the way my soul had burned when our bodies connected. It wasn’t just physical—it was a resonance, a soul-deep recognition.
It was the moment I realized he was my mate.
I’d asked him then, trembling and desperate, "Do you feel it? The bond?"
His answer was a dagger to my soul. "I feel nothing."
The cruel truth was clearer than ever. Liam was my mate. But I wasn’t his.
I shook my head bringing myself back to the present. I forced a polite smile, even as my heart fluttered. “If there is nothing else, Alpha, I’ll return to my duties,” I said to avoid further humiliation from him
Liam didn’t even look at me. “Go.”
I turned on my heel and left, the sound of Matilda’s laughter following me down the hall.
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By the time I reached the quiet sanctuary of my small office, the tears were already threatening to spill. I sank into my chair, clutching my abdomen where a faint life stirred within me.
My child.
Liam’s child.
I had hoped, foolishly, that this might change things. That maybe, just maybe, he would see me as more than an afterthought.
I’d known for weeks now, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. What difference would it make? He wasn’t my mate. Not really.
I placed a protective hand over my stomach, tears blurring my vision. "Maybe you’ll be enough," I whispered to the life growing inside me. "Maybe he’ll stay for you."
As if I had not suffered enough, the intercom buzzed. Liam's deep voice resonated through the speaker. "Daniella, coffee. Now."
I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath, steadying my hands as I prepared the tray. My heart raced—not with excitement anymore, but with a dull, familiar ache.
Balancing the tray with two steaming cups, I nudged the door to his office open. Liam didn’t look up, engrossed in his call, his hand waving absently in acknowledgment of the coffee.
Matilda leaned closer, filling the space between us. "I just thought you should know," she whispered, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I’m Liams' true mate."
Chapter 2 Daniella’s POV I stood frozen for what seemed like a lifetime before Matilda's syrupy voice filled the air. “Ah, the coffee,” she purred. “How thoughtful.” her gaze never left me, her eyes glinted with something venomous beneath the veil of a practiced smileI ignored her tone and placed the tray on the table beside her. My hand had barely left the cup when Matilda suddenly stood, her chair screeching backward. Her foot wobbled theatrically, and the next moment, her shriek pierced the air.The tray tilted, spilling its contents. Most of the hot coffee splashed onto my leg, the searing pain making my breath catch. But Matilda clutched her arm “Oh!” she yelped, stumbling into me, blinking rapidly as if on the verge of tears. “I know you don’t like me, but this is too much. Bullying me like this?” her eyes wide with feigned innocence. My lips parted, words of protest bubbling up, but Liam’s head snapped up from his phone. His eyes zeroed in on Matilda’s reddened hand, a
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Daniella’s POVOld habits die hard. Sometimes, I can’t help it. Yesterday, as I was driving almost to the block of Liam’s apartment, I realised that my subconscious still wanted to go to him. The familiar pull was there, like an invisible thread tugging at my resolve. But I turned the wheel sharply, forcing myself to drive past. Actually, my flat isn’t far from Liam’s—just two blocks away. I could walk to his place in fifteen minutes. But in all the years we’ve known each other, he’s never visited my apartment. In fact, I doubt he even knows where I live. For Liam, I exist only in his space, in the moments he deems convenient.No one knows that I’ve stopped going to Liam. It’s as if nothing ever happened.In truth, I’ve had a wonderful week. Without the routine of making him breakfast in the mornings, I’ve been able to sleep in. I’ve started doing Pilates and reading in bed with coffee until late. I’ve taken up hobbies I forgot I loved—cooking elaborate dinners, experimenting with w
Daniella’s POV The news spread faster than I could have imagined.By morning, every gossip tabloid and social media page was plastered with the story of Liam Gravalle’s new romance. It seemed everyone in the city had an opinion, a joke, or a taunt to share about the woman who had spent years chasing a dream that had finally shattered.Me.Matilda’s presence in his life was no secret now, and it wouldn’t be long before the whispers turned into full-blown declarations: the city’s golden bachelor was finally choosing his Luna. Of course, that Luna wasn’t me. I’d braced myself for pity, but nothing could prepare me for the sneers and barbs that followed me everywhere. **************Lunch meetings were the worst. Seated across from me was Miss Janet, one of Matilda’s closest friends. She didn’t bother hiding the smirk on her perfectly painted lips. “So, Daniella,” she began, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “What exactly went wrong? Couldn’t keep Liam interested?” I sw
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Liam sat in his study, his mind reeled, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Matilda had miscarried. The words echoed in his mind, hollow and unrelenting. He had barely processed it himself before he was forced to inform his mother.Mrs. Garvalle looked up in surprise when he burst in unannounced, his face a mask of anguish and barely controlled fury. Jessica was sitting beside their mother, elegantly sipping her tea and pressing her phone at the same time."She lost the pup," Liam announced, his voice raw.His mother paled. "What?" she whispered. "She was pregnant? No one told me."Liam’s jaw clenched. "Apparently, she was. And now she isn't. She said she had miscarried because of what had happened last night. Because you pushed her."Mrs. Garvalle stiffened, her nostrils flaring. "I pushed her? That is a lie. I slapped her, yes, because she had the audacity to defy me in my own home, to speak to me as if I were beneath her. But push her? Never. That girl is spinning tales ag
Mrs. Garvalle stood at the threshold of the room, seething in anger as she watched her son, Liam, hovering over Matilda with concern written all over his features. Matilda, lying dramatically on the bed, clutched at her stomach, her cries sharp and pitiful. The sight of her wailing as though she were at death’s door ignited a deep resentment in Mrs. Garvalle’s heart.“Lie down,” he ordered, his voice taut, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath his otherwise stoic facade.Matilda, cradling her stomach, whimpered dramatically. “It hurts, Liam! It hurts so much!”Mrs. Garvalle scoffed under her breath. It was all a ploy, a charade played to perfection. There was no doubt in her mind that Matilda had turned the situation to her advantage. The way she collapsed, the manner in which she clutched at her stomach only after Liam had entered—it was too precise, too deliberate. The slap had been warranted. The insolent girl had defied her, insulted her authority, and now she dared to
The doors to Matilda’s chamber creaked as Mrs. Garvalle pushed them open, stepping inside with deliberate force. The room smelled of expensive perfume and powder, and before the grand vanity sat Matilda, carefully dabbing rouge onto her already-flushed cheeks. She glanced at Mrs. Garvalle through the mirror’s reflection, her eyes gleaming with irritation rather than surprise."Matilda," Mrs. Garvalle’s said in a low voice. "Why did you not answer my summons?"Matilda continued applying her makeup, her lips pursed in an expression of supreme indifference. "I was busy."The older woman stiffened, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Busy? Too busy to acknowledge the mother of the Alpha? Too busy to adhere to the traditions of this pack? First, you disregarded my advice and refused to wear blue for the mating ceremony, and now you think you are above answering when you are called?"Matilda finally turned, setting her brush down with deliberate slowness. Her eyes, cold and unyiel
NEXT DAYThe dining hall of the Garvalle estate was bathed in the soft golden glow of the morning sun, its long mahogany table adorned with silverware and porcelain plates. The faint clinking of cutlery against fine china was the only sound disrupting the silence that hung over the room.Liam sat at the head of the table, his jaw tense, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. His mother, Mrs. Garvalle, sat primly on his right, dressed impeccably in a lavender silk dress, her every movement exuding quiet authority. On his left, Jessica, his sister, picked at a plate of berries, her expression smug.“So many dignitaries came,” Jessica mused, slicing into a fresh berry. “I heard Alpha Seth’s joke about tearing you apart if you hurt Matilda. It wasn’t funny, but I don’t think he meant it as a joke.”Liam barely reacted, staring at the steaming cup of coffee before him. He could still hear Seth’s words ringing in his ears, the warning layered beneath that dry humor. Something in his chest tightened
The reception was grand, befitting the union of two powerful packs. The sprawling field had been transformed into a lavish banquet hall under the open sky, illuminated by golden lanterns that flickered like trapped fireflies. The scent of roasted meats, exotic spices, and freshly baked bread filled the air, while a live band played soft, elegant melodies in the corner, adding to the atmosphere of celebration. Tables were adorned with silk runners and golden cutlery, while an elaborate banquet of exquisitely selected meals lay spread across long serving tables. Uniformed ushers moved gracefully between the guests, ensuring that no one’s cup ran empty and that every plate was generously filled.However, despite the grandeur and wedding fever, the absence of Alpha Dalton had not gone unnoticed. “Strange that Alpha Dalton didn’t attend,” one of the older Alphas murmured, stroking his silver beard thoughtfully. “Liam and he were like brothers once. Their fathers built an alliance that mad
The grand hall of the Hollow Pack was adorned with towering silver candelabras, their flickering flames casting elongated shadows upon the polished marble floors. The scent of fresh roses, imported orchids, and ceremonial incense lingered in the air, mingling with the hushed conversations of the distinguished guests who had gathered for the long-awaited union of Liam Garvalle and Matilda Everstone.Alphas from allied packs sat in their designated places, their expressions varying from curiosity to cold calculation. The alliance between the Hollow pack and the Range pack was one of great strategic importance, and every leader present knew that this was more than a mere wedding—it was a binding contract of power and influence.Matilda stood at the threshold, her slender fingers gripping the arm of her father, Alpha Seth. She was the picture of grace, her sapphire-blue gown cascading down her form like flowing water, each intricate detail of the embroidery catching the candlelight. The d
As soon as Daniella stormed out of his office, Liam stood frozen, his body rigid with an anger so volatile it clawed its way up his throat. The door slammed shut behind her, the force of it rattling the glass panel, but he barely registered the sound. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. His breathing was ragged, uneven, a battle between fury and restraint.Then, without warning, he exploded.A snarl tore from his throat as he swept an expensive glass paperweight off his shelf. It shattered against the wall, shards flying in every direction. The rage inside him was uncontrollable, a wildfire burning through his veins. His office—a pristine, commanding space—became a war zone in a matter of seconds. A lamp crashed to the floor, and books were yanked from their shelves and hurled across the room. His desk chair toppled over as he kicked it, sending it rolling into the corner.His security team, seasoned as they were, exchanged wary glances but made no move t
The shrill ring of Daniella’s phone sliced through the quiet of her car as she drove back from Garvalle Enterprises, her hands tightened against the steering wheel. She barely glanced at the screen before answering."Dalton," she greeted, her voice taut.“Hey, just calling to remind you about tomorrow.” He kept his tone light, casual. “I hope you haven’t forgotten our date.”There was a brief pause, and Dalton sat up straighter.“I just got back from Liam’s office,” Daniella admitted, her voice carrying a tight edge. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it.”Dalton felt the sharp prick of jealousy before he could suppress it. “Liam’s office?” He kept his tone neutral, but something in his voice must have given him away. “What were you doing there?”She knew that tone. Dalton was trying not to sound affected, but the jealousy was there, simmering just beneath the surface.She hesitated. She hadn’t even planned on telling him. Not because she wanted to keep it from him, but because