Raven’s POV:My attention was fixed on my phone as it continued to ring, each passing second amplifying the tension in the room. Amy stood by my side as she nervously chewed on her lip. Ryan didn't pick up the phone."Damn it," I muttered under my breath, my annoyance mingling with Amy's sigh of exasperation. "What do we do now?" Amy's voice wavered.Just then, a beep from Amy's phone pierced the air, and we both froze. A spark of hope flickered in her eyes as she checked the notification."It’s Eve!"Amy exclaimed."Put her on speaker," I instructed, and without hesitation, Amy activated the speaker phone function, allowing us both to hear what Eve had to say."Eve? Oh my god, Eve, is that you?"The tension in the room ratcheted up another notch as Eve's voice finally reached our ears, a lifeline amidst the uncertainty."Amy," says Eve.Both of us sighed in unison, our relief palpable."I'm safe. I'm with Ryan," she added, and my heart seemed to stutter for a moment. The room grew st
Eve’s POV:Ryan suddenly rises from his seat, his energy crackling with impatience."We've hashed out the details. Let's not waste these seven days cooped up in this room," he declares.I raise an eyebrow. "Weren't you planning on taking me out to dinner?"He laughs. "Love, that doesn't mean I can't take you out in the afternoon, I want every second of you."I smirk. "With me." I corrected him."I know what I said," he says, winking at me.Damn him and his charm. With a playful roll of my eyes, I take his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead me wherever he has in mind.We step out in front of the hotel, and there it is – a sleek speedboat, waiting for us."Did I mention how much I adore Venice?" I muse, my excitement was uncontainable."Just wait and see what I've planned."As we settle into the boat, I press my face against the window like an excited child. Venice is a dream, its beauty beyond words. I want to soak in every sight, every sound, and etch them into my memory forever.
Eve’s POV:As I arrived at the agreed meeting place, a surge of nerves washed over me. Stepping off the boat, my heart still pounding, I heard the boatman calling after me. Panic hit me as I realized I had no money to pay him. I turned to face him, trying to come up with a solution."Madam, you haven't paid your bill," he said sternly."Put them on my account," I replied, my voice wobbling a little."That's not how we work here. This is not America for you, pay now.""Enough, mate, we'll figure something out. I don't have any money on me right now," I say."Pay or I'll call the police," the boatman threatened, grabbing my arm."What do you think you're doing? Let me go now!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over. "I already explained...""Let her go now," Ryan's voice growled, and both the boatman and I turned in surprise.Great, just great. Could this situation get any worse? I watched as Ryan paid the boatman and gave him a dismissive wave. He then took my arm, pulling me away from
Eve’s POV:As we disembarked from the gondola and stepped onto solid ground, the enchantment of Venice continued to weave its magic around us. We wandered through the labyrinthine streets, drawn to each other in a way that felt both familiar and foreign.Eventually, we stumbled upon a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner. It exuded an intimate ambiance that seemed to invite us in, promising an evening of shared moments and whispered conversations. As we settled at our table, I reached for the menu, intending to ask the waiter for another one in English. But before I could say anything, Ryan's hand covered mine gently, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.I looked up at him, and his gaze held a warmth that spoke volumes. With a smile, he took the menu from my hand, and without needing any words, he ordered for me in fluent Italian. His choices were perfect, a testament to how well he still knew me."You still remember my preferences?" I asked, genuine su
Raven’s POV:I could feel a mixture of frustration, disappointment, and jealousy bubbling up inside me as I watched Eve walk away, hand in hand with Ryan. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing her so close to him, smiling and seemingly happy. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a message from Eve confirming what I had suspected – she wouldn't be able to meet up as planned.As if I needed the message to confirm what I had just witnessed. The way she looked at him, the way they held each other's hands… I hate Ryan even more. Before I could let my anger and jealousy consume me, Amy's hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. I turned to her, my emotions still a tangled mess inside me."She looks happy," Amy noted, her tone gentle.I couldn't help but scoff. "Yeah, with him."Amy sighed, her expression sympathetic. "Look, Raven, as much as I hate to admit it, he's always been kind to her.""Kind?" I hissed, the bitterness evident in my voice. "Kind doesn't mea
Eve’s POV:I wake up in my luxurious bed, the warmth of the sun casting a gentle glow across the room. A contented smile tugs at my lips as I stretch, savoring the comfort of the moment. It's been a while since I've had such a peaceful and uninterrupted sleep.With a lazy sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. As I glance at the clock, I realize that I must have missed breakfast. Chuckling to myself, I can't help but marvel at the fact that I've actually managed to sleep in so late.Last night was both exhilarating and exhausting. Walking the streets of Venice, talking, reminiscing—it was like stepping into a different world. Even though the reality of our situation loomed over us, I couldn't deny that being with Ryan had felt so natural, so right.When we got back to the room last night I realized that I hadn't brought any pajamas. Even when Ryan bought me all these clothes, neither of us thought about it. He gave me his shirt.I walk out of the room, clad only in
Eve’s POV: As I walked around the transformed ballroom, my heart pounded in my chest, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. I adjusted the mask over my face, a physical barrier to shield myself from unwanted recognition. I was the rejected Luna, the one who was no longer wanted or needed. Walking among these werewolves, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider. People greeted us warmly as we entered, their attention inevitably drawn to Ryan. His presence was like a force of nature, his status as an Alpha practically palpable even to someone with dulled senses like mine. Their words of welcome extended to me as well, praising my attire and gown. I replied with shy gratitude, keeping my eyes downcast. I felt acutely aware of my own inadequacies as if every gaze was a judgment. It had been a long time since I was in the company of werewolves, especially since the day Ryan had cast me out. I struggled to find my footing, my unease growing with every passing moment.
Eve’s POV: Alpha Jensen smiled when he saw his wife so pleased and turned to me. "Dear Eve, please grace us with your presence at our table," he continued, his hand extended toward me. I glanced at Ryan for any sign, any cue, and found his nod reassuring. But even in that moment, a flicker of irritation rose within me. Why was I seeking permission as if I needed his approval for everything? Then I realize that I don't really know any of these people and I'm really counting on Ryan to show me who I can trust. In fact, he hasn't given me a single order all night. "You know, I don't know about your relationship with my wife Emilia, but I am very interested to learn how you know each other." Alpha Jensen whispers. Seated at the table, the waiter placed a glass of champagne before me. When I looked around I recognized Sarah. I couldn't help but remember her as one of Cari's partners in bullying from the past. Her presence added another layer of tension to the atmosphere for me. Her