LOGINARIA
Ivy didn’t just walk in; she reclaimed the room. She stood there, looking like a million bucks in a silk trench coat that probably cost more than my car. Her eyes flicked from the baby at my breast to Luca, then back to me. For a second, she looked like she’d seen a ghost, but the mask of "perfect Ivy" snapped back into place before I could blink."Aria, dear," she said, her voice dripping with that fake, sugary sweetness. "I didn't realize you were visiting. I suppARIAThe world went blurry as fists started flying and the sharp smell of adrenaline hit.The two of them tumbled across the asphalt, their expensive clothes ripping as they snarled at each other.Every time I tried to reach in—to grab a shoulder, a sleeve, anything—they slammed together so hard I almost went down with them."Luca, stop! You’re going to kill him!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the growing murmur of the crowd.People were everywhere now. I could see the lenses of dozens of phones reflecting the streetlights, capturing every ugly second. A group of teenagers stood by the curb, whispering and pointing as the Alpha of the Stormbourne pack acted like a common thug in the dirt.Luca managed to get the upper hand, hauling Brandon up by his collar and slamming him against the hood of the Porsche. The thud was sickening."Is this what you wanted?" Luca roared, his face inches from Brandon’s. "To crawl int
ARIALuca stood by his car, his chest heaving, his face twisted into a sneer that made him look like a total stranger."Startled, Aria?" he spat, spitting the words out like broken glass. "I guess that’s the look people get when they’re caught red-handed. I didn't realize the ink on the divorce papers had to be dry before you started auditioning the replacement.""Caught?" I stepped forward, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "I’m having dinner with my lawyer and a friend, Luca. It’s called a life. You should try having one that doesn't involve stalking me.""A friend?" He let out a harsh, barking laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Is that what we're calling him now? You admitted it, remember? Back at the house. You told me you were involved with him."Behind me, I heard the car door click. Brandon stepped out, his expression shifting from confusion to a deep, worried frown. "Involved? Aria, what is he talking about?"My face went nuclear. I could feel the heat radiating off my
LUCAThe silence in the study was eating me alive. I’d spent the last three hours staring at the divorce decree on my desk, the words blurring into a mess of legal jargon that basically said my life was over. My phone buzzed on the mahogany surface, vibrating like an angry hornet.Ivy.I let it ring out. I wasn't in the mood for her "consolation" or whatever angle she was playing today. But then it buzzed again. And a third time.I grabbed it, my thumb sliding across the screen with more force than necessary. "What, Ivy? I’m busy.""Wow, someone’s in a mood," she chirped, though her voice sounded tight, like she’d been chewed up and spit out. "I just thought you should know what your 'loyal' wife is up to on the eve of your big day."I stiffened, the wolf inside me lifting its head. "Speak.""I just saw her at Le Sel. She wasn't exactly mourning the end of her marriage, Luca. She was tucked away in a corner with two men. The
ARIAI stood by the window, watching the city lights begin to blink on, feeling like a ghost at my own celebration.Tasha was in her element, leaning against a display table and animatedly chatting with Brandon. She was doing that thing where she laughed a little too loud to make him feel welcome, and Brandon—bless him—was taking it all in with his usual, steady patience. He looked good in the soft gallery lighting, a calm port in the middle of my storm."He’s got it bad for you, you know."I jumped slightly as Nova slid up beside me, two glasses of sparkling cider in her hands. She handed me one, her eyes tracking Tasha and Brandon."He’s just being supportive, Nova. Don't start," I murmured, taking a sip."Supportive doesn't usually come with five-foot-tall flower stands and a look that says he’d fight a rogue for you," she countered, her voice dropping. "So, real talk. The hearing is tomorrow. You still solid?"I lo
LUCAI felt dizzy like a hammer against my skull.Rowan was gone—taken to the ER with a jaw that was probably wired shut by now. I sat alone in the wreckage of the VIP booth, staring at the amber liquid left in my glass. It looked like poison. It tasted like regret."Alpha. Enough."Alder was standing there with disapproval look. He didn’t stare at me with fear anymore; he looked at me with pity. That stung worse than the punch I’d landed on Rowan."I'm fine, Alder. Leave the bottle.""You’re not fine. You’re a mess," Alder snapped, crossing his arms. He wasn't playing the loyal Beta right now; he was being the only guy left with a spine. "Think about the kids, Alpha. You go home smelling like a distillery and looking like you crawled out of a gutter—is that what Adrian and Aurora need? A father who’s checked out because his ego is bruised?"The mention of their names was like a bucket of ice water. I looke
LUCAThe neon sign for The Den flickered, a jagged pulse of violet light that made the gash on my forehead throb.I didn’t give a shit about the bandage peeling at the edges, and I damn sure didn’t care about the sharp, twisting cramp in my gut that felt like a wolf trying to claw its way out."Alpha, take it easy. Your stomach is a mess, and you’re bleeding through the dressing." Rowan reached for the bottle of amber liquid on the low table between us.I swiped it away, the glass clinking against my signet ring. "Don't touch it. I'm paying for the bottle, I'm finishing it."I poured another glass, the smell of peat and smoke hitting me like a memory. I downed it in one go. The burn was the only thing that felt real. The rest of the night—the nursery, the scent of Aria’s skin, the way she’d looked at me like I was a stray dog she was afraid to pet—was just a fever dream I was trying to drown."You’re going
AriaWalking into the lobby of Stormbourne Group felt like stepping into a sleek, corporate cage—all polished marble and cold, high-end Alpha vibes.Usually, I avoided this place like the plague. It was Luca’s territory—the seat of his power both as a CEO and as an Alpha. Every suit-and-tie werewol
AriaI stepped on the polished concrete of Vanguard Realty with the frantic beat of my heart.The interview.It felt like an eternity ago, but it was only a few hours. I still couldn’t believe it.“Welcome aboard, Aria. We’re thrilled to have you join Vanguard,” said the HR manager, a woman with a
AriaThe coffee in my mug was stone cold, but I kept sipping it anyway.My kitchen felt like a war room. Papers were scattered across the marble island—printouts of housing listings I couldn't afford and a crumpled copy of my resume that I’d stared at until the words blurred.The front door creaked
LucaRowan was slumped in the seat next to me, clutching my phone in a white-knuckled grip. He was three sheets to the wind, his tie undone and dangling like a noose."Ivy, just... just shut up and listen for once!" he roared into the phone. He was slurring, his head lolling back against the headre







