MasukEVE'S POVI slammed the front door shut behind me with more force than necessary, the sound reverberating through the quiet house like a crack of thunder. My legs felt unsteady as I leaned back against the solid wood, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The drive home had been a complete blur — the driver had remained completely silent the entire way, probably sensing the emotional storm radiating off me in waves. Kane’s strict instructions from the parking lot still echoed in my head: “Go straight home. Lock the doors. Do not stop anywhere. Call me when you get home, and let me know if anything feels even slightly off.”I didn’t call him.I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet.The image of Helen bent over his desk refused to leave my mind, playing on an endless, cruel loop. Her tiny black skirt riding up her thighs. His shirt hanging open at the collar. Her arms twisted painfully behind her back in his strong grip. The way she had looked at me when I pushed that door open — that flee
LUCAThe morning had been nonstop.Conference rooms, strategy calls, back-to-back meetings — I had barely sat down since I walked into the building. By the time I finally dropped into the leather chair behind my desk, it was a little past noon. The city skyline gleamed beyond the windows, but my mind was elsewhere.I loosened my tie and rolled my sleeves up, then opened my laptop. Emails. Reports. Messages. I scrolled through them mechanically, replying where necessary.Then my phone lit up with an incoming call.The name on the screen made my shoulders tense instantly.I had put off this moment for as long as I could, I guess, my radio silence had finally been noticed.Part of me wanted to let it ring out. The other part knew better.I stared at it for two beats, jaw tight, and waied for the third ring before answering.“Luca.”The voice on the other end was gruff and croaky with age and years of cigars and whiskey.“You’ve gone a month and a half without reporting back. Hope all is
ISABELLAThree days had passed since the interview, and I still hadn’t heard a single word from Luca Moretti.My father had called me yesterday evening, his voice weak but proud. He told me I had done exceptionally well. The panel had been impressed with my answers to all the questions asked, and the design I had turned in. He even joked that I might have stolen the spotlight from some of the more experienced candidates.I should have been happy. Relieved. Instead, I kept replaying the moment Luca had walked into the interview room. The way his dark eyes had lingered on me just a second too long. The small, knowing smirk he gave me when no one else was looking. The quiet confidence in his voice when he asked me a question about handling difficult team dynamics.I secretly wished I would see him again. I wanted him to call, or text, or even show up at the office with some lame excuse. But every time the thought crossed my mind, I pushed it away. I didn’t want to come across as desperat
KANEI felt the vibration against my thigh while I held Eve tightly against my chest. Her small frame was still trembling, her quiet sobs soaking into my shirt. The image of her face when she had walked into my office — that shattered gasp, the tears already spilling — kept burning behind my eyes. I wanted to erase it. I wanted to go back five minutes and lock that damn door before Helen could even step inside.The phone vibrated again. Then a third time. Sharp. Insistent.I kept one arm wrapped protectively around Eve’s waist while I reached into my pocket with my free hand and pulled the device out just enough to glance at the screen.The message from an unknown number stared back at me in cold, plain text:“You chased after the wrong woman today. Watch your back, and hers.”Ice slid down my spine, followed instantly by a wave of pure, burning rage. My wolf lunged forward so hard that my vision tunneled and my eyes shifted to solid black. A deep, guttural growl tore from my throat
EVEI ran.My heels slapped hard against the pavement as I burst out of the building, tears blurring everything in front of me. The image kept flashing behind my eyes — Helen bent over Kane’s desk, her tiny skirt riding up, his shirt half-open, her arms twisted behind her back in his grip. It played on repeat like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.My chest burned. Each breath felt like glass in my lungs. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from that office. Away from the sight of another woman’s hands on him. Away from the way my heart had cracked the moment I pushed that door open.How could he? After everything? After all the promises, the gentle touches, the way he held me like I was something precious?I wiped at my face angrily, but the tears wouldn’t stop. They kept coming, hot and fast, mixing with the evening air. I'd decided to step out of the house today, since it's been a while, Isabella, Lilith and my shopping trip was the last time. And I
KANEI stood in the washroom of the warehouse, elbows deep in the sink as hot water ran red. The rogue alpha who thought he could double-cross me was now rotting in a shallow grave near the border. I had made sure his death wasn’t clean. He had begged at the end. They always did. They always seem to forget the ulterior motives they had at that time.Blood splattered across my knuckles, forearms, and a few drops had even reached my jaw and neck. I scrubbed hard, lathering thick soap between my fingers, under my nails, across every inch of skin until the metallic scent finally gave way to antiseptic. My wolf was still buzzing with the kill, pacing restlessly under my skin.I needed to get home to Eve soon. She had been too quiet this morning. I didn’t like it when she went quiet.A sharp knock sounded on the door.“What?” I growled, not bothering to turn off the water.Marcus’s voice came through the wood. “Alpha, someone’s waiting for you in your office. Your assistant said it’s import
Alpha Kane Laskovic:My arm moved before my brain caught up.I reached across the bed for her warmth, fingers already curling to drag her back against my chest the way I’d done sometime in the night when the guilt was quiet and the wolf was louder.Empty.Cold sheets.The scent hit me a second late
Alpha Kane Laskovic I woke before the sun, the way I always do. The room was still dark, the kind of dark that feels thick — heavy curtains drawn against the winter morning, only a thin blade of grey light slipping through where they didn’t quite meet. The fire in the hearth had burned down to e
SerahThe silence in the conference room stretched so thin it felt like it might snap.Pancake Guy—whose actual name I still didn’t know because we’d never made it past growled pet names and post-orgasm pancakes at 3 a.m.—locked eyes with me. For one glorious, mortifying second, recognition flashed
Nevaeh BrownI woke up sore, satisfied, and alone. Again.The sheets on Kane’s side were cold, like he’d slipped out hours ago. My body still hummed from last night—his knot locking us together, his teeth sinking into my skin, the way he’d growled “mine” while he filled me so deep I could feel him







