LOGIN(Draven POV)
“Gia! You have to get out of this room,” I said to her, and she blinked her eyes a few times before shaking her head no.
“You have no idea what the power of this curse is,” I tried to convince her, but she was really adamant about staying.
“Agatha!!! Agatha, please leave Alpha’s room as soon as possible.” Someone started banging at the door, and she looked at the door but didn’t budge.
“Gia! You really mean a lot to me, but the monster inside me didn’t care about anything, so please…” I almost begged her, and I can see fear in her green eyes. Her body was slightly shaking, and I knew she was on the verge of a panic attack, but she wanted to stay despite her fear.
“Agatha, please try to unders… Please leave,” I almost begged her to leave, but she wasn’t ready. Slowly, the moon turned red, and I looked at her with my red eyes.
My claws and canines elongated, and I stepped towards her. She gasped in fear and tried to run away, which was the biggest mistake. A different type of energy surged in my body, and before I could think… everything happened in just a few seconds.
“Agatha!!!” I heard her mother’s scream and looked at my hands. Her lifeless body was in my hands, and her blood was present in my hands, and on my body if I took a bath in her blood. The floor was also covered in her blood.
“No, no, no!!! You killed your own wife. The only person who loved a monster like you… No!!! My sweet daughter,” Her mother fell on the floor in front of me, and I looked at my black fingers, which were covered with red liquid. And me, my emotions turned numb like someone made my heart freeze. I was looking at her lifeless body like it was someone else’s mate, not mine.
“Agatha! She is gone… My Gia is gone,” I called her name, and her mother stood up before rushing towards me. She slapped me hard a few times, and I looked at her face with red eyes.
“Christine! He will kill you,” His husband pulled her toward him.
“I don’t care… I don’t care about anything else, George. My sweet baby is gone and now… Now, I have no reason to live… I want to die with her… want to die,” she fell on the floor and started wailing and sobbing. My nanny and special guard entered in the secret room.
“Master!” Gerald looked at the scene in front of him and covered his mouth in shock. Aunt Brigid stood there with sad eyes and unexplainable expressions.
“Gerald! Clean this up and arrange the funeral of the madam,” Aunt Brigid ordered him, and help me stand up before taking me to a bathroom.
“Take a bath and clean all the blood, Alpha! I will prepare your medicines,” I locked the door, took a bath like a robot, and put on clean clothes. I came out to find my medicines on the table and looked at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Midnight black hair, red eyes, with half of my face and body covered in black panther-like stripes. My hands were almost covered with black if someone had painted them black. A cruel smile crept on my lips, which showed my unusual canines that can tear apart any human or animal in mere seconds without mercy.
“They were right! Who can love a monster like me?” I mumbled under my breath and came back towards the sofa. I picked up the soup bowl and my medicines and quickly finished everything in just a few minutes. I gazed out at the dark sky and sighed with sadness. Everything happened in less than an hour but I could feel the impact it would put on my life.
I have to deal with the consequences of my actions and will continue my life like normal after this funeral. I tried to forget everything, but the earlier scene started playing in front of my eyes in a loop, and I got up in frustration. I picked up the bottle of sleeping pills, took a few, and gulped them with water before closing my eyes to catch a few hours of sleep. I can sense the storm of the future already, so I should prepare myself to face it.
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**“How can you be this heartless, Alpha?” Gia’s mother came to the dining hall when I was finishing my breakfast.“You will receive the compensation for all this. No need to create a huge scene for this matter,” I answered in a cold tone.
“Huh? A huge scene? Are you even hearing your words? No one in this world can be more cruel than you. You are a heartless monster who killed my innocent daughter without any remorse.” She started crying, and I quickly got up from my seat and headed towards the door where Gerald and the driver were present. I had my mask on, so they couldn’t see my real face at all. My hands were also covered with gloves.
“I want to visit the factory before the funeral,” I ordered the driver, and he nodded before heading towards the factory.
After visiting the factory, I finished one meeting and then headed to the funeral house. All the close family members were gathered there, and as expected, everyone was accusing me in hushed whispers, and honestly, I don’t give a f*ck about them or their opinions. She already knew about everything, so it wasn’t my mistake at all.
After the funeral, I gave the cheque to her family and headed towards my secret villa to spend some alone time to calm my nerves.
Violetta woke up screaming.Her body jolted upright, breath tearing out of her chest as if she had been dragged back into that dark room again—hands on her wrists, the smell of alcohol, the sound of a man’s voice dripping with cruelty.“No—! Please leave me…” She looked around frantically as if she wanted to escape this place. Arms wrapped around her instantly.“Asher,” she gasped, clutching at his shirt as if the world might vanish if she let go. Her nails dug into him, shaking, desperate.“I’m here,” he murmured, pulling her fully against him, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other rubbing slow, steady circles down her spine. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” Her sobs came hard and broken, muffled against his chest. Her body trembled like it hadn’t realized yet that the danger was over.Asher closed his eyes.Every tear felt like a silver blade on his heart.He rocked her gently, pressing his lips to her hair again and again, whispering reassurances he wasn’t sure she could
The first thing Draven felt was wrongness.It hit him mid-sentence when he was giving his speech in another building... miles away from Violetta. A sharp, gut-deep pull—violent and unmistakable.Violetta… she was in danger. He could feel her fear through the bond which became strong because of her closeness to Asher. His voice faltered for half a breath during the speech. No one noticed. No one ever noticed the moment a predator woke.His fingers curled slowly at his side.The bond screamed.He didn’t finish the applause.He left the building and called the guards. Gerald was ready with the car and he felt like his life was on the line. “Hurry up, Gerald! Or It will be too late,” The strain in his voice made Gerald worried. *****************The room was dark.Too dark.Violetta’s back hit the wall, the impact knocking what little breath she had left from her lungs. Her hands pushed weakly against the man in front of her, her body heavy, unresponsive, traitorous under the drug flo
The projector hummed softly as it came to life.A white screen descended at the front of the office floor, drawing everyone’s attention. Conversations died down, curiosity replacing judgment. Asher stood beside the senior, one hand tucked into his pocket, posture relaxed—but his presence commanded silence without effort.“Let’s put an end to the confusion,” Asher said calmly. “Display Violetta’s designs.”Violetta’s breath caught.She hadn’t expected this. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her sleeve as the first slide appeared.And then—Gasps.Her designs filled the screen with elegance and depth. Clean lines blended with intricate detailing, bold concepts softened by emotion. Every piece told a story—luxury without excess, innovation without arrogance.Whispers spread like wildfire.“This is… incredible.” “The detailing—did you see the layering?” “That’s competition-level work.”Violetta stood frozen, heart racing, cheeks warming as she felt eyes turn toward her—not with suspic
The office floor went unnaturally quiet when Asher arrived.Not because he raised his voice. Not because he caused a scene.But because something about him shifted the air. Everyone knew about his power and authority and how much Alpha Draven gave value to his private guard. Even Gerald came after him, so it was better to respect his authority. He walked in with measured steps, his presence sharp and unyielding, eyes scanning the room until they locked onto one figure. Claudia.She froze.Asher stopped a few feet away from her, his expression calm—, but it was the kind of calm that came before a storm. No one was expecting him to visit the office today, so it was quite a surprise for everyone. “You,” he whispered while looking towards Claudia. His anger made her shudder. Claudia swallowed. “I… I was just—”“Enough,” Asher interrupted, his tone slicing clean through the space. “You will not speak unless I ask you to.”Every head turned. Violetta stood near the washroom entrance,
Violetta walked into the office that morning with a smile she hadn’t worn in a long time.It wasn’t bright or attention-seeking. It didn’t demand to be noticed.It was quiet.The kind of smile that came from surviving something painful and still choosing to show up. She knew her designs were awesome and she would surely win this round against Claudia.Her bag was heavier than usual, filled with neatly arranged designs, drafts protected carefully between folders. Every step she took felt lighter than the weight she carried, like hope itself was helping her move forward.She didn’t notice Claudia at first.But Claudia noticed her immediately.The smile on Violetta’s face hit like a slap.Jealousy curled sharp and sudden in Claudia’s chest, burning hotter when she saw a few coworkers glance up—curious, assessing, impressed. Not pitying. Not dismissive.InterestedVioletta reached her desk and placed her bag down carefully. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out the designs—not f
The house stayed awake even when Violetta couldn’t.Paper covered the dining table, spilled onto the floor, and was stacked on the couch. Half-drawn silhouettes, fabric swatches, color palettes taped together with trembling fingers. She had been working for hours—erasing, redrawing, starting over—her mind racing faster than her body could keep up with.“You have to win this challenge, Vee. You have to show them what you are capable of,” She said to herself and put the empty cup of coffee on the table, but still a lot of work was left. By midnight, her eyes burned.By one, her hands shook.She told herself just one more sketch, but exhaustion won.Her head tipped forward slowly, cheek resting against a spread of papers, pencil slipping from her fingers as sleep claimed her without mercy.The room was quiet when Draven stepped in. He paused the moment he saw her.Mask still on, he stood there longer than he meant to—watching her breathe softly, lashes resting against flushed skin, hai







