"Is that the president's face on your phone?!" I blurted, squinting at the glowing screen as if it might be lying to me.Lucien's head barely lifted from my lap, his voice still wrapped in the silk of sleep. "Hmm? Oh. Yeah.""What do you mean 'yeah'?" I practically squeaked, pointing at the bold name flashing on the screen. "That’s the actual president! The leader of the whole country! The president!"His hand lazily drifted to my thigh, squeezing softly as he sighed. "Cupcake, please don’t yell near my ear. I’m recovering."Recovering my butt.The phone buzzed again, louder this time, insistent, the president’s name glowing like a neon sign I couldn’t unsee."Lucien! Answer it! It’s the president!" I flailed, flustered, my heart tripping over itself.Lucien’s thumb lazily swiped to accept the call, his voice shifting instantly, smooth and formal like he’d just put on an expensive suit. "Yes, Sir. I understand. I’ll be there shortly."Beep. The call ended just like that. No emotion, n
Seraphina's POV"GET. OFF. HIM!"Ayla's scream shattered the moment like glass, and before I could even flinch, her hands were in my hair, yanking me backward."Ow! Let go!" I shrieked, struggling against her grip.Lucien groaned and tried to sit up, but he was still weak from whatever Marcus had done. His hand reached for me, eyes wide and panicked. "Ayla! Let her go!""YOU LITTLE VIXEN!" Ayla hissed, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my scalp. "You think you can just slither into my place beside him?!"I twisted, trying to break free, but she was stronger than she looked. "I'm not slithering anywhere! You're the one who barged into my house like a maniac!""You're in his arms! On his chest! In his bed!""Technically, it's my bed," I snapped, still flailing. "I said let go."How much drama do I need to experience within twenty-four hours? Lucien’s voice sliced through the chaos like a whip. "AYLA!"We both froze.His chest heaved with the effort of yelling. He looked livid,
Seraphina’s POV“Ayla?” I whispered, staring at Lucien’s phone like it was a bomb about to explode.Why… why would she be calling him?Right now? When he’s like this? When I’m here, panicking like a lunatic?The phone kept buzzing in my palm. I bit my lip, torn. Should I answer? Should I throw it across the room? Should I… should I...“Cupcake…” Lucien’s voice, soft and breathless, pulled my attention back to him.I jumped, clutching the phone tightly. “Your phone… it’s… it’s Ayla.”I said it like it tasted bad in my mouth.His eyes fluttered open lazily, his lips curving into a faint, teasing smile. “Hmm… let it ring. I don’t want to talk to her.”I bl
Seraphina’s POV“What the hell are you doing?”Lucien’s voice cut through the room like a whip, loud and angry.I jumped, my breath catching in my throat. Lucien’s wolf ears twitched violently, his fists balled at his sides, his chest rising and falling like he was barely holding himself back.“Move away from her,” Lucien growled.“Why should I?” Marcus’s voice was low, challenging, dangerous. His thumb brushed the edge of my jaw, his lips still inches from mine. “This is personal between me and her.”Lucien’s eyes burned, hazel with dangerous flecks of gold. “Move...Away. From....Her.”“Or what?” Marcus smirked, pushing his luck. "You’ll hurt me? In front of her?”
Seraphina’s POV“No. No way. I am not living with you.” I shook my head so hard I thought it might pop off."You don't have a choice cause I say so.""Your mom wont be happy with this...aren't you meant to be with Ayla?""Oh that! No one can force me. I am not attracted to Ayla." His eyes rolling down my body up and down sending me an embarrassing and silent message. My cheeks turned red. He smirked knowing he got the reaction he wanted.“Lucien, listen to me...I have a life. I have my own house. I need my own space.”“You can have your space…in my house.” He grinned like he’d just won the grand prize. “You’ll be safer that way.”“No!” I stomped my foot like a toddler. "You can't just control my life as you please.""I can....have you forgotten the 'I'll do anything to make up for what happened to Ayla and Orion?"I kept quiet. This just made my undercover work harder. How do I report to
“Excuse me?” I sputtered, still holding my burning cheek. “How dare you?”The woman turned around, her heels clicking hard on the floor as she marched towards me. Her glare sliced right through me. “What did you just say?”I straightened, feeling my anger boil over the fear. “I said...how dare you slap me when it was your son...your precious son...who was pinning me to the wall like some deranged animal?”Her eyes narrowed. “Deranged animal? My son? An animal? Watch your tongue, little girl.”“No, you watch yours!” My fists clenched at my sides. “You barge in here, dragging him out like some soap opera villain, and then have the nerve to slap me like I’m the one who begged him to kiss me? Are you serious right now?”Her nostrils flared. “You must not know who I am.”“I don’t care who you are!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “What gives you the right to hit me?”Her hand shot up again, faster this time, aiming for another slap. I braced myself but the slap never landed.A firm hand caug