Lana’s POV I saw a tall, dark haired man with high cheekbones. His eyes… God, his eyes… were so focused on me.He didn’t look away even after I caught him staring at me. He just smiled in a weird way.I swallowed hard. I thought he’d just keep staring until he started walking toward us.“Sophie,” I murmured, elbowing her.“Hm?” She followed my gaze, then straightened a little. “Oh. Ohhh. Hello, Tall-Dark-and-Mysterious. Do you know him?”“No.” I said too quickly. “I don’t think so.”He reached us in seconds, and up close, he was even more intense.“Lana.” His voice wrapped around my name like it belonged to him.I frowned. “Do I know you?”His smile widened just slightly, eyes scanning my face with too much familiarity. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Max said you didn’t like crowds.”The world tilted a little under my feet.“What?” I asked, voice sharper than I meant it to be. “How do you? how do you know Max?”He tilted his head. “Interesting that your first question isn’t how I kn
Lana’s POVThe car ride was quiet at first, just the delicate slow hum of the engine and Sophie’s playlist playing something mellow in the background. My fingers rested on my lap, clasped tightly together, but not because I was nervous. It was more like… I didn’t know how to feel at the moment. It had been so long since I did something that wasn’t about surviving. So damn long since I got dressed with the intention of being seen.I glanced at my reflection in the car window, the streetlights flickering across my features. The dress Sophie got me shimmered faintly even in the dark. My hair looked immaculate and she’d made me wear a soft pink gloss that tasted faintly of strawberries just before we left.“You feeling okay?” Sophie asked, glancing over at me from the driver’s seat, her tone light but filled with that knowing sound only she could pull off.I nodded slowly. “I think so.”She grinned. “You look drop dead gorgeous, Lana. They’re not ready, trust me.”I let out a soft laugh,
Lana’s POVI sank onto the cold floor of my living room, the sound of the slammed door still continuously ringing in my head. My lips were really bruised, my breath shaky, and my hands trembled as I picked up my phone. I stared at the screen, then finally pressed the call button.The silence in my house was unbearable. My whole body trembled, as if the weight of everything that had just happened was still pressing down on my chest, refusing to let me breathe.My lips were still swollen from his kiss. My neck burned where his fingers had wrapped.It was too much. All of it.Max’s anger. His jealousy. His obsession. The way he forced himself into my home like he had every right. Like he owned me.But worse, far worse, was how my body had responded. How part of me had leaned into that kiss. How some traitorous part of me had badly wanted him.Why? Why does he make me feel like this? I pressed my fists to my temples, then grabbed my phone and shakily dialed the only person I could.It ran
Max’s POVI hadn’t even realized I’d made the turn toward her house until my tires screeched against the curb and the scent of her hit me like a backhand to the jaw, citrus and heat, like defiance steeped in salt. My chest was feeling very tight.Every thought was a blur of unhappiness and rage. I climbed out of the car and stalked toward the door like a man possessed. The porch lights were a bit dim. I didn’t knock. I slammed my palm against the wood once, sharp, echoing, enough to startle birds from the trees, then I grabbed the handle and twisted.The door was locked. My jaw ticked.With one vicious motion, I threw my shoulder into the door. The wood cracked and the hinges shrieked. And then the door swung inward with a groan of surrender.She appeared obviously startled by the sudden noises, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood, her eyes wide with a mixture of anger and disbelief. She wore nothing but an oversized shirt and her hair was pulled back messily, strands clinging
Max's POVThe sun was slowly sinking down the clouds when I pulled up to the compound gates, headlights slicing its way through the morning mist like a blade.I hadn't gotten any sleep.Wren's latest report kept replaying in my head like a broken track.I knew the bastard would come for her again. It was exactly why I got forced to place someone who'd watch her in my stead.And apparently, my gut was right. The stalker approached her again and this time, not only to frighten her.....he touched her."He had his hands on her, Alpha. Had her arm in his grip, and she tried to downplay it till I stepped on "My hands flexed on the steering wheel as the leather whined beneath my harsh grip.My wolf growled, coiling tight and itching to tear something apart. Leave it in ruins.But no. Not now. Not yet.The gates creaked open, and the guards synchronously bowed their heads, showing respect. They didn't say a word, though.They knew better than to even try. Not when I had this look on my face.
Lana's POVI barely got any sleep.The night had kept dragging on like a weight behind my eyes, with my dreams shifting between static and silence.I didn't get to close my eyes for a minute without having that eerie feeling of being watched. Anxiety nipped at me, having me hold on to a pepper spray all through the night.Funny how I was already wide awake even before my alarm buzzed. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I had my hands clasped so tightly, my knuckles went white.Didn't stop me from getting up anyway. Because staying home? Yeah that wasn't going to happen.I'd be alone, and heaven knew I'd lose my sanity if I spent one extra hour in this apartment.I needed my early morning coffee. I needed to socialize. Experience movement and noise so I can pretend everything was okay.I made it to the train station only to realize it was almost empty. That was when I checked what time it was.6:15 AM. Oh...Kay?It wasn't that bad. Only meant I was being an excellent staff.★I reached the