Eve’s POV: In the morning, Amy and I gathered in the cozy kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as we prepared ourselves for an important discussion. I held a notebook ready to jot down the details we'd need. "Tell me now, what will we need for the competition?" I asked her, eager to dive into the preparations. "The first stage will take place in our city, so that's a relief. We won't have to carry anything with us. But I'm a bit concerned because the competition is of a very high level," Amy replied with a hint of worry. "Amy, I've seen the incredible cakes you've made, and I have no doubt you'll smash the competition," I reassured her with a smile. "It's not just about taste. These competitions also heavily focus on presentation," she explained. "Alright, what do we need to step up our presentation game?" I inquired, determined to help her with whatever she needed. Amy hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Elaborate stands are built, all designed arou
Ryan’s POV: I'm sitting in my office, engrossed in paperwork, when the door opens, and James walks in. "I have news about Eve," he tells me, and I immediately drop everything. "What's happening? Is she okay?" I ask as if I were a teenager in love. He smiles at my reaction, and I quickly realize I need to tighten up my emotions. "There was trouble at the bakery store," he says, waiting for me to ask for more. I raise an eyebrow, knowing that Jaime is aware of my distaste for having to pry information out of someone. "They had invested all their money in shopping for the contest I mentioned earlier," he continued, sensing my impatience. I remain silent and he continues. "Someone stole their supplies, and we couldn't track down the thief because we were focused on following Eve and Amy." "You must keep track of everything," I scold him, and he looks down, acknowledging his mistake. "I bought the store on your behalf so they can use whatever they need from inside, and the probl
Eve’s POV The studio had never been so crowded with bags, and Amy was finally able to calm down a bit and stop hugging Raven, who seemed slightly uncomfortable with all the attention on him. I couldn't blame him; Amy's enthusiasm could be a bit overwhelming at times. As we chatted, I noticed Raven stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking. "Do you want coffee?" I ask Raven. "Yes, thank you," he replies, offering a warm smile. As I walk over to the coffee machine in our studio, I can hear Amy gushing and thanking Raven for what feels like a millionth time. I can't help but laugh as I watch him blush and try to handle her enthusiasm again. "Amy, let Raven breathe," I playfully scold her. I make three cups of coffee - one for me, one for Raven, and one with lots of sugar and milk for Amy. Now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't give her so much sugar. "Would you like something with your coffee?" I ask Raven as I approach with the drinks. "No, I drink it black," he says, t
Raven’s POV: I was just leaving Eve's studio, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. This woman is amazing, and I couldn't resist making her happy by pretending to buy the shop for her. The way she looked at me made my heart melt. As I walk towards my car, my phone rings, and I see that it's my brother, Carl. I immediately pick up. "Hello, is everything okay?" I ask. "Do you think it's okay?" he growls into the receiver, and I freeze in place, sensing that something is wrong. "What's happening?" I inquire anxiously. "We had a meeting of the Alphas from the packs in the area, and first of all, you're not here, but also Dad insists you come home right fucking now," he says with frustration and anger evident in his voice. "Wait, no one invited me to any meeting, so why do I have to show up?" I question, bewildered by the sudden demand. "Our father wants an explanation as to why you and Ryan don't get along. You realize how important the task is, and yet you allow yourself to bring
Eve's POV:When I woke up, my whole body ached, my head throbbed, and I felt nauseous. The pungent smell of wolfbane still lingered in the air. I cautiously opened my eyes, and to my relief, I saw Ryan sitting next to my bed, watching over me.The moment he noticed I was awake, he jumped up and hovered anxiously over me. "How are you feeling, love? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asked frantically.I mustered a weak smile, despite the pain. "You'll have to choose a question, Ryan," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.He sighed in relief at my attempt at humor. "I was going to have a heart attack," he admitted, settling back down by the bed. "The moment I knew..."Curious, I asked, "How did you know what was going on?""I sensed something was wrong, and I followed my instincts. I'm glad I did," he said, concern evident in his eyes as he helped me sit up on the bed.His touch was gentle, and I felt comforted by his presence. However, I pulled away, trying to keep my emotions
Eve’s POV:I woke up feeling like a new person. My body didn't ache as much, and I felt surprisingly energetic. I glanced around and saw Amy dusting my room."I knew you'd watch over me like a mother eagle, but Amy, even cleaning my room is a bit much even for you," I teased.She laughed and sat next to me. "I figured if you're going to sleep for days, I could at least tidy up a little."About to smile, I froze when I heard her words. "What do you mean, a few days?""You've been sleeping for two days," she said matter-of-factly."What? And you didn't think to wake me up? We have so much work to do for the competition...""That's precisely why I didn't wake you up," she interrupted. "If I had, you would have jumped straight into work and exhausted your already poisoned body.""That's not true," I protested."It is true," she insisted. "Now, excuse me, but I have more to do about the competition. And before you ask, no, you can't join in today.""Why not?""Because, Eve, you're still re
Ryan’s POV: I drove at breakneck speed to the pack house, my mind filled with frustration and confusion. I desperately wanted to escape from that situation. When I arrived, I rushed to check on her, only to find Eve and Raven hugging. The sight stabbed me with jealousy and anger. What does she see in him? I've expressed my desire to fix things, to correct my mistakes, and yet she seems more focused on revenge than starting fresh. Well, if she wants to play games, then the two of us can play. I refuse to be a pawn in her revenge plan. I'll win her back, but I won't let her get too close to Raven. The way she's been acting is driving me crazy. Even after I bought the store to support her in the competition and protect her, she pushed me away and embraced Raven just two days later. If Eve wants to torture me, I'll do the same. I'm determined to win her back, whether she wants it or not. But once I have her again, I'll get my revenge for all the games she's played with my heart, and
Eve’s POV:After our plane landed, the airport was abuzz with excitement. Two sharply dressed men greeted us and escorted us through the VIP exit. People nearby couldn't resist snapping pictures, mistaking us for real celebrities. Amy and I exchanged glances, realizing just how intense and serious this competition was, even before the grand prize had been won.As we walked, the men continued to ask us how we were, how the flight went, and anything to ensure our comfort and well-being."Okay, ladies, I'm glad we sent you all the way here. Now my colleagues will show you the cars," one of them informed us."The cars?" I asked suspiciously. "Why do we have more than one?""Amy is the team leader and must go to the competition organizer's office immediately upon arrival," they explained.I exchanged another glance with Amy, shaking my head in protest. "I want to accompany her," I insisted."I'm sorry, but if each of the participants brings their whole team, there won't be enough space to
Weeks passed in a whirlwind of preparation. The decision by Raven and Trina to fully embrace their bond brought an air of joy and contentment that resonated throughout the pack. Witnessing their newfound happiness was a source of warmth, a testament to the transformative power of love.Raven immersed himself in assisting Ryan with war training. His expertise introduced innovative tactics and methods of intimidation that the soldiers eagerly adopted. The training sessions became a dynamic collaboration, enhancing the pack's capabilities in anticipation of potential challenges.Simultaneously, I dedicated myself to organizing the grand ball, marking my official announcement as Luna to the pack. The passing of the Women's law, supported by nearly one hundred percent of the votes, signified a significant stride toward equality within the pack.As the truth about my past gradually unfolded to the pack, their responses were overwhelmingly positive. The conversations were filled with underst
Raven didn't immediately answer the question. He looked embarrassed and broken. Ryan invited him into the dining room and offered him coffee. As we settled around the table, several Omegas bustled around, their movements careful and purposeful. They poured coffee with a silent efficiency, arranging an array of sweets that adorned the tabletop. A silent acknowledgment lingered in the air as they tactfully avoided meeting Raven's eyes. "What happened?" I asked again, my voice soft, the room now hushed with the anticipation of Raven's response. "I didn't come for sympathy, but I had nowhere else to go," Raven began, his eyes downcast, avoiding the weight of our gazes. Ryan, sensing Raven's vulnerability, gestured towards the chair, silently offering a seat. "When I got home from Italy, my father was very angry that I hadn't been able to get Ryan to sign the peace treaty," Raven continued. “Did he do this to you?” Ryan's question cut through the air, his eyes ablaze with restrained a
Ryan's eyes darkened with a primal intensity, a spark of possession that thrilled and comforted simultaneously. Then he pulled away from me."If we keep going, I won't be able to stop, love," he tells me.I can feel his body tense in an attempt to hold back his desire."I don't want you to stop, Ryan," I whisper to him."Are you sure, Eve? I've been through a lot today," he begins carefully.I can see him not getting close to me because if he did, he would lose control. But I've never been more ready."Ryan, I know what I want. I want you now, to be yours in every sense of the word, and I want you to mark me." I say and get up from the bed.I take a step towards him, and he has undressed me completely and is now looking at my body. Then his eyes return to mine, obviously seeing my determination because he crosses the distance between us and sinks his lips into mine.Our kiss is a mixture of passion, need, and the unspoken connection that binds us. It's not just a physical act; it's a
As we pulled into the packhouse driveway, the weight of the recent events pressed down on my shoulders. The familiar surroundings, usually buzzing with lively energy, now stood in solemn contrast to the somber reality we faced. "Eve, love, I'm going to go talk to some members of the pack. I must inform them of the events. Do you mind if I leave you for a while?" Ryan asked gently. "Not at all. Go and do your job, Ray." I replied. "If there's anything, call me." "Of course," I responded, sealing our brief conversation with a kiss. It was a kiss that held both desperation and reassurance, an anchor in the storm that had swept through our lives. The door closed behind Ryan as he left to address the pack, and I found myself standing in the quiet hallway, the echoes of recent events reverberating in my mind. Seeking solace, I retreated to the kitchen. Mechanically, I poured myself a cup of coffee, the familiar routine offering a semblance of normalcy amid the chaos. The warmth of the
Eve's POV: We dressed quickly, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. The revelation of Cari's suicide attempt shook me to the core. Her confessions from yesterday had been a storm, but this... this was a hurricane of despair. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," Ryan said, concern etched on his face. "No, I will come. We're together now, Ryan, and we'll get through this together." He nodded, and his hand found mine. The silent support was enough to bolster my courage. The corridors of the hospital blurred as we hurried to Cari's room, the tension thick between us. Outside the room, the muffled voices of Cari's father and brother reached us. I knocked on the door, and the old Gamma, worn and sleep-deprived, opened it for us, a mixture of exhaustion and worry etched on his face. "Alpha," he greeted, nodding respectfully. "Luna." We entered, and I stood by Cari's bed. Her gaze flickered to me briefly before returning to her brother. "Cari, this must not happen
Eve's POV My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and suspicion as we grappled with the aftermath of Cari's betrayal. The room echoed with the weight of unanswered questions, and I couldn't shake off the gnawing uncertainty that lingered in the air. "So, who the hell was the perpetrator?" I wondered aloud, my voice laced with frustration. "Someone infiltrated our pack, gave poison to Cari, wiped away the real evidence, and planted that damn wolfsbane in my jewelry box." Ryan's expression mirrored my unease, his eyes narrowing as he processed the intricacies of the situation. "We need to find the person who gave Cari the wolfsbane. That stranger is the key to unraveling this mess. He is the one who orchestrated everything." I nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The betrayal ran deeper than we initially thought, and the pieces of this sinister puzzle were scattered, waiting to be put together. "Cari, are you sure you d
Eve’s POV The room fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of Cari's muffled sobs breaking the tension. Her eyes were filled with remorse as she looked at Ryan, desperately seeking forgiveness. "How exactly did you do it, Cari?" Ryan asked thoughtfully, his brows furrowed with suspicion. "Something doesn't add up." Cari blinked at him in confusion, her eyes searching for a way to deflect the intensity of Ryan's gaze. She glared at him, a defensive shield against the probing questions. "I don't understand the question," she said. "I want to know everything. How did you get the wolfbane, where did you sprinkle it in an attempt to poison Eve, everything? I want to know everything," growled Ryan, the authority in his voice cutting through the room. I walked over to Ryan, sensing the escalating tension, and I put my hand on him, attempting to calm him down. His grip tightens, a silent acknowledgment of my presence. "Did you steal it?" I asked in turn, my voice steady. "No,
Eve’s POV After the interrogation, a contemplative hush settled in the room as everyone processed the unexpected twist in the tale. Seeking comfort, I nestled on Ryan's lap, finding solace in his reassuring embrace amid the disquieting revelations. Cari's admission that she had planned to poison me to remove me from Ryan's life hung in the air. It was a revelation that sent a shiver down my spine, as I hadn't fathomed the depth of Cari's resentment. Memories of our shared high school history, marked by occasional clashes, suddenly took on a darker hue. I always tried to be nice to her, I never reacted harshly even to her snarky remarks when I was Luna. I couldn't believe she despised me enough to want to kill me. I rose from my seat with determination, making my way decisively towards the interrogation room. "Where are you going?" Ryan asked, confusion etched on his face. "I have more questions for her. That can't be the whole story," I explained. Ryan followed me, signaling fo
In the morning, I intentionally skipped breakfast, opting to avoid the company of other werewolves. My focus was solely on the impending day and the crucial tasks ahead. Despite a few friends attempting to engage in conversation, I swiftly ended any interaction. Nervous energy coursed through me, urging me to distance myself from everyone, ensuring no one would suspect that something was amiss. Obsessively checking my watch, I peered out of my window, eagerly anticipating Eve's departure for the mall, where our supposed date was scheduled. I had fed her a fabricated story about needing to go to work early in town, setting the stage for the deceit to come. With the knowledge that Ryan's flight had already landed, and he was far from our location, I calculated that the most important warriors would accompany him. This meant minimal security around the Alpha and Luna's room in the house. The moment I spotted Eve's car pulling away from the driveway, I seized the hidden jar containing