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 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
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
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 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
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
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
The day of Liam’s mating ceremony passed like any other for Daniella. Or at least, she tried to convince herself it did. She had been expecting it. The news had spread like wildfire through the country with every newspaper carrying the story of the wedding between of Alpha Liam and Matilda. The story of him finally taking Matilda as his Luna, sealing their bond in a grand ceremony attended by the most powerful werewolf families. The announcement had not shaken her as much as she had thought it would. Perhaps, after everything, she had grown numb to pain.She went about her day as usual, keeping herself occupied with work at the store. The orders needed to be organized, shipments checked, and invoices reviewed. Daniella buried herself in the mundane, determined to let the day pass unnoticed.But fate was not so merciful.It happened so suddenly that she barely had time to brace herself. A violent, tearing sensation ripped through her chest as if invisible claws had sunk into her heart
The day of Liam’s mating ceremony passed like any other for Daniella. Or at least, she tried to convince herself it did. She had been expecting it. The news had spread like wildfire through the country with every newspaper carrying the story of the wedding between of Alpha Liam and Matilda. The story of him finally taking Matilda as his Luna, sealing their bond in a grand ceremony attended by the most powerful werewolf families. The announcement had not shaken her as much as she had thought it would. Perhaps, after everything, she had grown numb to pain.She went about her day as usual, keeping herself occupied with work at the store. The orders needed to be organized, shipments checked, and invoices reviewed. Daniella buried herself in the mundane, determined to let the day pass unnoticed.But fate was not so merciful.It happened so suddenly that she barely had time to brace herself. A violent, tearing sensation ripped through her chest as if invisible claws had sunk into her heart
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