INICIAR SESIÓNVivienne Wainwright POV "I should take my leave, Alpha Roderick," Vivienne said, taking a step back as the suffocating tension in the room grew too heavy to bear.She turned quickly toward the chamber doors, but before her hand could touch the handle, Roderick’s deep voice halted her in her tracks."Edwin will transport you to your quarters," he stated, his tone carrying the unyielding weight of an Alpha's command."Thank you," she whispered, slipping out the door without looking back.However, the moment she stepped inside the luxury transport parked outside, a cold knot settled in her stomach. Edwin Pemberton—Roderick’s trusted right-hand Enforcer—sat in the driver's seat, his cold, evaluating eyes catching hers through the mirror. Even from the back seat, Vivienne could feel the sharp edge of his quiet disdain.As the vehicle pulled up to the stone gates of Willowmere Cottage, Vivienne could no longer ignore the unspoken friction. "Enforcer Pemberton, do you hold some personal gri
Vivienne Wainwright POV Vivienne’s body was far too physically broken to resist. Crimson blood from the deep gash across her forehead poured relentlessly down her face, blinding her left eye as her strength drained onto the cold tiles.Oswin Carrington’s calloused hands tore brutally at her silk tunic, his dark alpha scent smothering her senses as he prepared to force himself upon her.Before his fangs could reach her throat, a sudden, devastating kick exploded against his side. The force of the strike launched Oswin’s heavy frame through the air, crashing him violently against the sharp corner of a marble washbasin before he crumpled to the floor, vomiting blood.Before the echo of the impact faded, the heavy wooden door of the rest quarters slammed shut.Oswin Carrington, dressed entirely in a dark tunic, leaned against the outer corridor wall, casually flicking a flame to a long cigarette. His lethal, half-lidded gaze swept over the startled guests gathering in the hallway, his vo
Vivienne Wainwright POVVivienne did not hesitate for a second, stepping straight through the iron gates toward her cottage.Carmen scoffed loudly behind her, fully convinced it was only a matter of time before Vivienne crawled back to the Wainwright estate to beg for forgiveness. She was eager to see how long her disowned daughter could maintain this pathetic charade.The next morning, Vivienne arrived at Blackwell Tower. She had been away on the regional delegation for over a week and had noticeably lost weight, her waist looking even slimmer inside her work clothes. The moment she stepped out of the executive elevator onto the Alpha's Office Floor, she ran straight into Merriweather.Merriweather’s golden eyes flickered with open disdain. He lifted his chin arrogantly, striding past her as if her presence was completely beneath him—acting as though his cold indifference would break her heart.Vivienne, however, offered zero reaction. She didn't spare him a glance, walking straight
Cressida Wainwright POVCressida was so consumed by rage that her chest heaved with every jagged breath. She shot a murderous, bloodthirsty glare at Vivienne, who stood radiating raw power in the center of the cheering crowd.Alpha Roderick Blackwell stood directly beside Vivienne, his imposing, terrifying Alpha presence casting a shadow across the stone courtyard. Not a single pack member dared to step into his line of sight, lingering respectfully behind his wheelchair. With Vivienne standing at his shoulder, they projected an aura of absolute dominance—a perfect pairing.Cressida’s manicured claws dug so deeply into her palms that she nearly drew blood, a bitter copper taste filling her mouth as she bit her tongue.She had once sworn to strip away every single drop of status, honor, and joy belonging to Vivienne. Yet today, every pack official sang Vivienne's praises, while Cressida was reduced to a pathetic, humiliated fool watching from the sidelines.Humphrey Wainwright stood be
Vivienne Wainwright POVVivienne had barely opened her eyes when a loud, chaotic commotion erupted outside her private suite. Her body still burned with a stubborn, lingering fever, and the grueling labor of the past week had stripped away over five pounds from her frame.Before she could adjust her clothing, Mandy burst through the wooden doors, her face flushed with excitement. She grabbed Vivienne’s hand, pulling her down the stone hallway at a frantic pace."Hurry, Vivienne! Move your legs! A massive crowd of Northbrook farmers has gathered in the main courtyard! They are demanding to present you with a formal honor plaque!" Mandy babbled.Vivienne blinked, her mind slow from the fever. "A plaque?"Mandy dragged her out onto the grand stone steps of the Northbrook lodge, where hundreds of local pack members had assembled. At the absolute front stood the young village leaders Vivienne had labored alongside in the packing sheds.The at
Cressida Wainwright POV "Naturally, my daughter is exceptionally gifted," Humphrey Wainwright boasts over the comms line. "She was already turning heads during her early management placements in the corporation. I initially feared she had stumbled in Willowbrook, but it appears to be a monumental triumph.""Indeed, Humphrey, I am simply alerting you in confidence," the senior pack official murmurs. "The territorial council is thoroughly impressed with her administration. She has effectively placed our regional agriculture on the map. You should contact her and offer your praise.""Without a doubt, councilman."Humphrey’s face radiates immense satisfaction. Disconnecting the call, he turns to Tobiah. "Tobiah, you would do well to emulate Cressida. She has barely spent a week in Willowbrook, and already the pack council is singing her praises."Tobiah pouts, flicking his gaming console. "That comes as zero surprise. I always knew Cressida would excel at whatever she touches."Humphrey







