LOGINVivienne 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
Vivienne Wainwright POVRoderick closed his eyes, his dark lashes casting long shadows across his sculpted cheekbones as he disciplined the sudden, dangerous surge of restlessness in his blood.Vivienne stayed completely frozen beneath him, her breath hitching in her throat as her dark eyes traced the sharp, flawless line of his jaw resting so closely against her collar. His features were impeccably carved—a ruthless, striking perfection that seemed almost unreal under the shifting thermal mist.A few heavy seconds passed before Roderick’s grip around her waist slowly loosened, his arm withdrawing as he stepped back into the clear water.Vivienne exhaled a shaky breath, her face burning. "Alpha Roderick... I will not overthink what just occurred. Given the closed space and the thermal heat, anyone in your position would react naturally to such proximity."The moment the words left her mouth, a suffocating, icy pressure descended upon the grotto.Roderick’s dark eyes snapped open, lock







