LOGINISABELLA The apartment door clicked shut behind me and I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter across the marble like I could leave the entire day on the floor. My legs still felt shaky from the office, my thighs, throbbing, from the desk, from him. I dropped my clutch on the kitchen island, poured a glass of water I didn’t drink, and stared at my phone like it might bite me.I needed to talk to someone before the memories ate me alive. Nevaeh. Always Nevaeh.I pick up my phone, hit her contact and sank onto the couch, knees tucked under me. It rang twice before her face filled the screen, curly hair piled on top of her head, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, that familiar mischievous grin already in place.“Baby girl! I was just about to text you, it's unlike you not to text for a full day, what's up?”I laughed, but it came out shaky. “Nev, you have no idea the day I had today. Dad basically blackmailed me into going to the company today. Threatened to cut the trust
ISABELLAThe conference room was finally quiet.The last of the designers had trickled out, some greeting me goodbye like we're good friends, their voices fading down the hallway like they were afraid to stay too long in a building that still hummed with the presence of so many influential personalities. While drawing, someone took a peek at my work and was shocked. Even if it's been a long time since I last drew, I have to admit I still got it.Everyone gathered at my seat, marvelling at my work, not that I did mind, it's not bad having my ego stroked by people who trashed talked me earlier.“Wow, this is so professional!” a brunette gushed by my side, leaning into my work.“You've really got a knack for designing” a guy piqued.“Who would've thought, with how she…is” I heard a voice behind me, I just rolled my eyes at that comment.I stayed seated on my chair, pretending to tweak the duplicate campaign sketches I’d half-assed during the interview. Pretending I wasn’t waiting for
Alpha Kane Laskovic: The door clicked shut behind me with a soft finality. The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp in the corner. Eve sat curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, a glossy magazine open across her lap. The pages hadn’t turned in who-knows-how-long. At one in the morning, no one reads magazines. They pretend to. She looked up the second the door closed. “Heyy,” I said, voice quieter than I meant it to be. “Hey. You’re back!” Her smile came fast—relieved, bright, a little too eager. She closed the magazine without marking the page and set it aside. “So how did the project go? I hope Alpha Robert didn’t bother you.” I let out a short breath through my nose, already sliding my suit jacket off my shoulders. The fabric felt heavier than it should have. “No, baby. He didn’t.” I draped the jacket over the back of a chair. “His son, though… William was more convinced I was trying to steal his future wife away from him.” She laughed—soft, disbeli
Alpha Kane Laskovic:[A week Ago]The smoke from my cigarette curled slowly toward the ceiling, fading into the dim light of the room. I watched it disappear, jaw tight.A week ago, arranging this political marriage had seemed like the perfect solution.A clean cut.A way to push Eve away before things between us became something neither of us could take back.Now the irony of it all sat across from me, laughing into a glass of whiskey.Alpha Robert.Beside him sat his son—Prince William—looking entirely too calm for a man whose future I was about to dismantle.“This is a blessing,” Robert said, leaning back comfortably in his seat as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “A marriage that binds two powerful packs together. You couldn’t have proposed a better alliance, Kane.”My fingers tapped slowly against the arm of the couch.Once.Twice.I looked from Robert… to his son.William met my gaze without flinching.“This marriage can't happen.”Robert blinked.“What?”“It won’t work
Neaveh Brown:I couldn’t sleep.The wind was rattling the windows, trying to claw its way inside, but the cold wasn’t what kept me awake. It was him. Kane. Always Kane.He’d left before the sun even thought about rising—slipped out of bed with that quiet, predatory grace of his, pressed one slow, burning kiss to my temple, and murmured against my skin, “Be good for Daddy while I’m gone, little one.” Then he was gone. Just… gone. And the absence of him left this hollow, throbbing ache between my legs that no amount of blankets or deep breaths could touch.I rolled onto my back, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. I could still feel the ghost of his hands—big, rough, possessive—gripping my hips. I could still hear that low, gravelly voice when he’d growl, “Look at me while I fuck you, baby. Let Daddy see those pretty eyes roll back.”My breath hitched.Before I could talk myself out of it,
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 across his face like a struck match. His mouth twitched, not quite a smirk, more like he was fighting the urge to laugh or curse or both. Then the professional mask slammed down so fast I almost believed I’d imagined it.He stepped fully into the room, door easing shut behind him with a soft click that might as well have been a gavel.“Apologies for the interruption,” he said, voice low and smooth, the same timbre that had rasped filthy promises against my throat last Thursday. “Traffic was hell.”Ms. Volkov’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again like a malfunctioning goldfish. Ms. Hargrove looked between him and me like she was trying to solve a particularly nasty equation. The other ca
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
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
Nevaeh BrownI was still leaking Kane’s cum down my thighs when I walked into Le Loup Blanc for lunch, the most pretentious werewolf-owned restaurant in the capital. Every step made the sticky mess shift inside me, a filthy little secret under my tiny white sundress. No panties, of course. Daddy ri
Alpha Kane LaskovicI knew the second she left the office that I’d fucked up.Not by bringing Lilith here—I didn’t have a choice. Life debts don’t expire just because they’re inconvenient.But by letting Eve walk out that door with doubt in her eyes.I could still taste her tears on my tongue from







