Amy looked at me, confused and amazed. I never brought men home.
"God, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now," she stammered and started to leave.
Before I could stop her and explain, Raven intervened. He wore a conspiratorial smile as he turned to Amy.
"We have a witness to our engagement. That's wonderful," he said.
Amy's eyes darted between Raven and me, her brows furrowing in bewilderment. I couldn't resist playing along, so I flashed a mischievous smile and decided to join in on Raven's joke.
"I got engaged!" I declared, feigning excitement as I showed off the ring on my finger.
The shock on Amy's face was evident as she dropped her keys in disbelief. She struggled to process the unexpected revelation, her gaze alternating between my face and the ring.
"You did what, Eve?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment.
Raven and I burst into laughter. His contagious laughter made it difficult to keep a straight face.
"We're just joking, Amy," I finally managed to say through my laughter.
But Raven's expression turned serious, and he countered, "I'm dead serious, though."
I rolled my eyes, thinking he was taking the joke too far. "Oh, stop with this already," I sighed.
Raven's smile remained unwavering as he continued, "No, really. I have to repay your kindness."
I raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure where he was going with this. "Okay, then buy me dinner or something else, but don't marry me, you psycho."
His charming smile persisted as he replied, "So you'll go out with me?"
I shook my head, dismissing his proposition. "I gave that as an example, not as a dare."
I took a deep breath, realizing that I hadn't properly introduced Raven to Amy. I gestured towards Raven and spoke, "First, Amy, this is Raven. Raven, meet Amy."
They shook hands, Amy's smile shy and uncertain as she tried to make sense of the situation. She was looking at me hoping to tell her what was going on.
"Raven wasn't feeling well, so I brought him home, and now he's leaving, right?" I explained quickly.
"Why are you acting like this, fiancée?" he frowned.
"Did you fall as a baby? For the last time stop calling me that," I replied.
I was very tired of this and I wanted it to stop. Amy looked between the two of us, growing more perplexed by the second. "Eve, I'm really confused," she insisted, seeking an explanation.
Raven's smile widened. "Now I have a name for that beautiful face," he said, his tone sincere.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Great," I muttered, not entirely sure how to navigate this.
Concern filled Amy's eyes as she turned to me. "Eve, do you need me to call the cops? Does he bother you?" she asked.
Raven's expression changed. I could tell he was getting frustrated. "I'm trying to give you something in exchange. Why can't you understand that? This whole situation is upsetting me. I'm here with the purest of intentions, and you're treating me like a criminal."
"Okay, Raven, I understand, but this isn't necessary," I said.
"Do you know what? I am leaving as you wish. But be sure that I will come back for you," he said.
"I really hope not," I responded.
He locked eyes with me, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of disappointment in his gaze. Why did I care about his feelings?
Suddenly, Raven shifted the conversation, asking a seemingly innocent question that sent a wave of surprise crashing over me. "Can you at least tell me how I can get to the Sapphire Business Building?"
Amy and I exchanged bewildered glances, both sensing the significance of his words. What did he just say?
"Why are you going there?" I asked cautiously, a knot forming in my stomach.
"My company is opening a new mall in this building and I need to go see how the opening preparations are going in the morning," he replied matter-of-factly.
My heart sank as the realization struck me like a lightning bolt. The Sapphire Business Building, the building I had been meticulously planning and preparing for, was for Raven's company.
The magnitude of the situation hit me with full force, and a mix of shock, apprehension, and regret washed over me.
"Oh, you are my client," I uttered. At that moment, I became acutely aware of how I had treated Raven, and the consequences of my actions became crystal clear.
I couldn't afford to lose this job; it held immense importance for my professional portfolio.
"Is that so?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity, causing my heart to skip a beat.
"I hope that my attitude tonight won't have any negative impact on the job we agreed on," I reply with a stupid smile.
"I don’t know, Eve,’’ he says my name so slowly, savoring each syllable, and for some inexplicable reason, it sends a shiver down my spine. "You really hurt me tonight. In fact, you were disrespectful to my cultural customs. I was genuinely willing to engage my soul with yours as a gesture of gratitude for your kindness, but now..." His voice trails off, leaving a lingering tension in the air.
"Please don’t punish me because of my big mouth. Amy has also put in a lot of effort for this project, and she did nothing wrong,’’ I implore, my eyes pleading for forgiveness.
He gazes at me and a small smile plays on his lips. "If you promise to seriously consider the engagement, I will allow your company to organize the event,’’ he finally offers, his tone softer.
"Okay, yes, sure, thank you," I stammered, my voice filled with relief. Overwhelmed with emotion, I impulsively throw my arms around him in a hug.
I have to start thinking before acting. For my luck, he finds it funny.
He chuckles lightly and gently disentangles himself from my grasp. "Take it easy, fiancée. Remember, you haven't officially said the big 'Yes' to me yet," he teases, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
"Sorry, I got carried away. Hey, I'm sending you the location of the building," I say, swiftly shifting the conversation to a more professional tone.
"The new mall, you say," Amy says, laughing nervously. She looks at me furtively and adds, "Aren't you in direct competition with the mall next door on the same street as the Sanderson Corporation?"
"Yeah, but it doesn't bother me," Raven replies distractedly.
My fingers freeze on the keyboard of Raven's phone. Raven's direct competitor is Ryan's company. My ex, whom I've been desperately trying to avoid since I stepped foot in town.
I exchanged a quick glance with Amy, we both looked horrified.
"Is everything alright?" Raven asks, snapping me back to the present moment.
"Yeah, yeah, just wondering about the address," I hastily reply, desperately trying to mask my inner turmoil.
"Okay, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he says, smiling warmly at me, unaware of the storm brewing within me.
"Of course," I manage to utter, my voice filled with horror and disbelief. "Until tomorrow morning."
After closing the door, I sat on the floor. Amy mirrored my unease.
"Amy, this project is significant, and it's right in the middle of Ryan's territory. I've been avoiding him for years, and now..."
Amy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Eve, you're an amazing event planner. You can handle this. Besides, it's just business. Keep it professional, and everything will be fine."
"With Ryan, things never end easily. He will take it personally, and it will get ugly. You saw how he treated me. What if he does it again?"
"Calm down, we can cancel the job if you want," Amy gently crouched next to me.
I thought for a moment. My heart skipped a beat, and a fear of the past was creeping into me, but I was more determined than ever. I wouldn't let Ryan scare me, even years from now.
"No, we won't. We're going to put on such a good event that Ryan won't stand a chance."
Ryan’s POV: I observed the rookies as they practiced. I had taken it upon myself to participate in the training of our future pack soldiers after several months of unprovoked attacks from other werewolves. "Is that what you call running?" I bellowed. "I want you to sprint from one end of the gym to the other in under 5 seconds." The rookies hastened their pace, but they still fell short. My mood was foul, and I found myself venting my frustration on them. One of them stumbled and tumbled to the ground. I strode over to him, gripping the collar of his uniform, and forced him to face me. "What's your name?" I growled. "Cody, Alpha," he replied, his voice trembling. "Can you explain to me why you keep tripping over your own feet, Cody?" I questioned, my tone deceptively calm but laced with an unmistakable threat. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "I don't want your apology; I want an explanation," I snapped. "I'll try harder..." he murmurs. Without warning, I shoved him down and
Eve’s POV: I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers smoothing out an errant strand of hair. My nerves were jangling like a piano wire, each note a discordant reminder of the choice I was about to make. Working with Raven meant trouble for Ryan, my ex-mate. Although I shouldn't have cared about his feelings after everything he put me through, a nagging voice in the back of my mind whispered "traitor." Back when I was part of the pack, I had been deeply involved in Ryan's business endeavors. Walking away from it now meant abandoning years of hard work and starting from scratch. I knew if Ryan ever found out, he'd see it as yet another betrayal. Thankfully, Ryan rarely visited the city, even when I was still part of the pack. I wasn't going to let him take this opportunity away from me. I needed this fresh start, this chance to be in control of my own destiny. I'd pledged my loyalty to Ryan as his mate, but he'd cast me out and break our bond. That pledge was no longer bind
Ryan’s POV: I stormed out of the glass door, my frustration nearly causing me to shatter it. I couldn't care less about Raven's new mall; he was just another competitor in the crowded market, and I was prepared to crush him like the others. My initial plan had been to intimidate him a bit, but everything fell apart the moment I laid eyes on her. I caught a whiff of her scent, a mix of summer and flowers, but I told myself it was a figment of my imagination. Then our eyes met, and I lost control. I despised getting so emotionally entangled with my competition, but seeing Eve was the last thing I expected. It felt like a dagger through my heart. Her and my rival—could it get any worse? I walked the streets aimlessly, my nerves on edge. The connection between us, the bond, had been awakened when I touched her, and the pain that radiated from it froze me in my tracks. I could sense everything—her fear, her grief, her pain. It was overwhelming, to the point of madness. She had betrayed
Eve’s POV: I sat frozen, like a stuffed animal, unable to gather my wits or find the strength to move a muscle. Seeing Ryan sitting on my doorstep was beyond comprehension. I blinked several times, trying to process the surreal sight before me. He looked angry, his breathing heavy and his eyes darting restlessly across my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words escaped my lips. Similarly, he remained silent, and we simply locked eyes, exchanging a wordless intensity. In the next instant, the impulse to retreat surged through me, urging me to run back into the safety of my house. But before I could react, Ryan grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace. At first, I felt numb, almost detached from the warmth enveloping me, but the reality of the situation quickly resurfaced, and I started to struggle against his hold. Yet, he only tightened his arms around me, refusing to let go. "What's wrong with you?" I screamed. I thrashed in his grip, desperate to break free. "How do
Eve’s POV: In the morning, I didn't allow myself to dwell on yesterday's events. I adjusted quickly, grabbing breakfast on the way and now finishing my coffee at Raven's Mall. I had decided to take some time before our meeting to jot down additional notes and details that I hadn't had the chance to cover yesterday. Amy was at the bakery, busy running errands for the upcoming event. With the mall expected to be filled with people, she would need at least a few more days to ensure everything was perfectly in order. I was just wrapping up an email detailing a decoration order with an agency I was collaborating with when three imposing men in uniform approached me. "Miss, we must ask you to leave the building," one of them stated firmly. I frowned, as I was nearly done with my work and didn't want to leave before completing everything. "Why?" I inquired. "It has been reported that there is a fire hazard, with some of the installations deemed unstable according to the person who signa
Ryan’s POV: My initial intent in coming to Eve's office was simply to taunt Raven. I wanted to remind him that he was encroaching on my territory by converting his property into a mall. However, as I watched the dynamics between Eve and Raven, a different kind of rage began to build within me. It was no longer just about territory; it was about the woman I considered mine. Raven, the son of the Alpha of the Grim Claw Pack, wasn't just taking over my territory; it seemed he had laid claim to my mate. The mere thought of it infuriated me, shit, I can't let this pass without a confrontation. I couldn't help but notice the sneaky eye contact between Eve and Raven when she gave him the heads-up about me trying to hinder the mall's opening. Their eyes were having a whole conversation that I couldn't freaking get. It kept bugging the hell out of me. My anger grew stronger as I recalled seeing Eve in Raven's building the previous day. She insisted it was all work-related, but if that were
Eve’s POV: I'm leaving the office immediately. It's a total disaster. I want to calm my nerves and talk to Amy. I'm sure she still will be at the cozy bakery down the street. When we started working, we intentionally arranged our offices next to each other. Amy is an extraordinary chef who crafts the most unique and delectable desserts for our customers. Her culinary expertise has played a significant role in the success of our business. I'm almost at the door, feeling the weight of the chaotic day when someone firmly grasps my arm. "Eve, we need to talk," Ryan says with urgency. "What do you want now?" I respond gruffly, attempting to conceal the flood of emotions surging through me. "I want you to come back," he says breathlessly, his words catching me off guard. "What?" I almost squealed in amazement, unable to process his sudden confession. "Hear me out. I want you to come back to me, to our pack. I'm ready to forgive you for everything," he pleads. "Forgive me?" I erupt wi
Ryan’s POV: I watched her as she walked away, taking in every detail of her beautiful body. Her taste still lingers on my lips, sweet and mesmerizing. The memory of her presence captivates me, leaving me longing for more. She could talk all she wanted, but I could feel the way her body responded to my touch. She still belongs to me. My inner wolf persistently fought to connect with me, its howls echoing in my mind. "Go after her. Don't let her slip away," it urged, yelling at me the moment I let it take control. "Patience, my friend," I tried to calm it down. "Don't let her leave us again." "Stop trying to control me," I snapped back, growing angry. "And for the record, it was you who compelled me to kiss her, wasn't it?" "If I relied on you and your pride, you wouldn't even speak to her," he retorted. "I miss her wolf, and deep down, you miss her too, no matter how much you deny it." "Enough with the games," I scolded. "You're only confusing things. I've been acting foolishly
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