All Chapters of Bouquet Of Deception : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2: Strange Request Riley’s POV I had barely finished my first sip of coffee when Ethan dropped the question, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right. “Would you be willing to be my boyfriend?” I blinked at him, the mug halfway to my lips. My heart stuttered in my chest as his words sank in. Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hazel eyes darting to the floor before meeting mine again. “You… you want me to be your what now?” I asked, setting the mug down carefully. He winced, running a hand through his dark brown hair, a habit I’d already noticed in the hour or so we’d spent together. “Not my real boyfriend,” he clarified quickly, his voice laced with embarrassment. “Just… fake. For one day. Maybe two.” “Fake boyfriend,” I echoed, leaning back against the counter. Of all the things I expected from my new neighbor, this wasn’t it. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath the surface, sensing something intriguing about this man, though I couldn’t pinpo

Chapter 4: Flashback Riley’s POVI woke up with a jolt, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. My sheets were soaked in sweat, clinging to me like a second skin, and the faint scent of the forest still lingered in my nose, a cruel trick my mind played on me.The nightmare had come again. The same one.I swung my legs off the bed, my feet hitting the cool wooden floor as I ran a trembling hand through my hair. I couldn’t get the images out of my head: blood staining the earth, my father’s body lying limp in the moonlight, the sharp, snarling voice of the Beta accusing me.“You did this, Riley! You killed him!”“Stop,” I muttered to myself, squeezing my eyes shut. But the memories weren’t just nightmares. They were real.I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. My wolf, speedy clawed at the surface, angry and restless. It always happened after these dreams as if the wolf wanted to rip through me and go back to that night, to fight, to avenge.

Chapter 6: A Chance Encounter Plastering on the most neutral expression I could manage, I turned around slowly.“Liam. Fancy seeing you here.”He smiled, that same charming smile that used to make my heart race. Now it just made my blood boil. “Ethan,” he greeted, as if we were old friends who’d parted amicably. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”Not long enough, I thought bitterly, but I kept my face calm. “Yeah, it has.”Liam gestured toward the man standing beside him—tall, poised, and irritatingly perfect. His dark hair was styled with just the right amount of mess, and his tailored suit screamed wealth and class. This had to be Owen.“Ethan, this is Owen,” Liam said, his hand lingering a little too possessively on Owen’s shoulder. “Owen, meet Ethan. We—uh, we used to date.”There it was. The awkward introduction. I wanted to laugh at how Liam stumbled over his words, but I settled for a raised eyebrow. Owen, however, extended his hand like he was meeting an old friend at brunch.

Chapter 8: Faking ForeverEthanI didn’t mean for tonight to go this way. In fact, I’d hoped it would be a quiet, straightforward evening. Just me, Riley, and some practice. But things with Ava never go the way I plan.“Riley’s looking at you again,” Ava remarked, tossing a chip into her mouth as she lounged across the couch, staring at the TV with an intensity that couldn’t possibly be genuine.I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze flicking to Riley, who was sitting across from me in my living room, half watching me and half trying to focus on the game we’d been supposed to practice. His eyes were on me, sure, but it didn’t feel like the casual look of someone who had no other interest. My heart thudded in my chest, and I hated myself for reacting this way. It was just practice. Just a favor.“You know, you should probably stop looking at him like that,” I muttered, hoping Ava wouldn’t catch the undertone in my voice. The last thing I needed was her drawing attention to the tension I was f

10Riley’s POV The studio faded into the background as I walked out into the cold air of the city. My thoughts churned, still caught on Carson. Rogues didn’t just show up out of nowhere—especially not ones who reeked of calculation. Whatever his game was, I’d figure it out. For now, though, I had something else to focus on: Ethan. I checked my phone, rereading his text from earlier. He wanted to come over tonight to practice. Just thinking about spending time with him sent a warm flicker through the storm of tension in my chest. Practice might’ve been his priority, but I couldn’t help but feel a little selfish. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention… the way his knee had brushed mine last night, lingering just long enough to make my pulse jump—he wasn’t as oblivious as he tried to act. And Ava? She’d caught on too. Her teasing only fueled my suspicion that Ethan felt *something*. Not that I was about to push him. Ethan had walls thicker than a steel