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
Max's POVMy office was shadowed, the window's darkening against the minimal afternoon sun. The air felt too still. Too heavy. Felt like the world was holding its breath and waiting for something to crack.I didn't bother turning on the lights; my laptop hummed as I activated the secure server. Later, if encrypted firewalls peeled back as I bypassed protocol after protocol like the pro I was.Every click sounded louder than the last. The surveillance grid lit up, a digital web of the city. It was invisible to the public at large and highly illegal by every standard. But this was bigger than the law now.It was personal.I typed in the address that I'd memorized the night I stormed her place despite the rain.Her building loaded pixel by pixel, and then I got the street view and sidewalk feed.And there she was.She walked fast, way too fast, with her shoulders hunched and her arms tightly folded across her chest. She kept her head low like she was trying to disappear into the sidewalk
Max's POVIt'd been three weeks.Since I let her walk out of my car and away from me.That's a total of twenty-one nights, five hundred and four agonizing hours.I'd told myself that it was for the good of both of us. To give her the space she needed to process the whole thing.To be honest, I even thought the bond would eventually lose its grip, and I'd recall how to breathe without having her in mind.But was I wrong? Big time.I was wrong to have thought that the silence would soothe anything.Because instead of soothing, it starved me. Starved everything that'd been good and human inside me.Translation: It got a lot worse.Now the bond just trashed like a wild beast on rampage inside my chest, it clawed at me, dragging across my bones, carving every place she'd touched open. My wolf was becoming a storm under my skin, pacing around endlessly, enraged with me for letting her go and refusing to let me stop thinking about it.The estate now felt so dead at night.Too much silence le
Lana's POVAnd soon, I was back to my desk again, letting myself fall back into work.And I was finally getting the hang of it again! Until something hit me. It felt like a jolt...or pulse... Some sort of presence.An emotion that wasn't mine. It was like an adrenaline rush that wasn't even mine. Was I even making sense?My fingers froze atop my keyboard as my lungs quit cooperating.A wave of something slammed into me like a freight train.Anger....panic.... possession.It was Max.I just knew it was him. The bond kept lighting up like a goddamn fuse.Wherever he was, whatever was happening with him, he was losing it. Did I care? I mean, on a regular day, I probably wouldn't, but now? How could I not when his emotions kept bleeding into my veins like poison?My hands curled into fists, my ribcage locked out, and my skin went ice cold.Make it stop. Make it stop. MakeitstopMakeitstop!!"Lana? Are you alright?"Sophie called out. I couldn't breathe. She was too close. Too close.Move h
Lana's POVThree weeks. I'd been away from work for three whole weeks.I didn't send any Slack messages, didn't give updates on projects, and I even barely replied to Sophie's "when are you coming in?" pings. Except on rare occasions when I just type out a "soon."I did call the bosses at the top. Told them I was suffering from a creative burnout.But that wasn't exactly true. So what was the truth?I... didn't even know what the truth looked like anymore. My body barely felt like it belonged to me. Even my thoughts weren't just mine. Felt like the stupid thing of a bond kept twisting beneath my skin like wires. Something that I didn't choose for myself but couldn't sever either. So I'd just decided not to acknowledge it.But it was time to get back to work. I was tired of staying cooped up in my apartment and thinking about how stupidly pathetic my life was.Standing outside the glass doors of the design studio with a coffee in hand, I exhaled deeply.C'mon, Lana. You can do this. Ju
Max's POVFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. I wasn't supposed to feel shaken like this.I paced around my office like an animal that'd been caged. I'd changed out of my previous clothes, but the new shirt got soaked again but this time with sweat. Lana was safe. She was home.But the stupid ache in my chest just kept growing sharper.A mate bond. That was what the whole chilling feeling was. And it kept pulling at me even when I desperately tried ignoring it. It kept tightening with every second I spent away from her, like a leash was attached to my ribs."This isn't real," I'd told myself.It couldn't be. I didn't want it to be.Not with her of all people.She probably hated me now.Stopping at the window of my office, I stared out into the city below, the skyline blurring under a thin veil of fog. I barely noticed anything.As I clenched and unclenched my fists, my knuckles cracked.She got hit. By a fucking truck that wasn't at the scene when I arriv