LOGINUnder the cover of the ballroom music, a faint, hidden blush crept onto Tabitha's cheeks.It felt strange. In all the time they'd known each other, this was probably their first time actually dancing together in a formal setting.Derek didn't hide his intentions, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist and pulling her close, while her hand naturally found its place against his solid chest.They were parents to several children, yet in this moment, their hearts were racing like two teenagers in over their heads.Tabitha could feel a light sweat on Derek's broad palm—the most honest sign of a werewolf's physical arousal when facing his true mate.Misha, meanwhile, was standing on the sidelines, literally shaking with rage as her carefully laid plans turned to dust.Bentley saw his opening and moved in, trying to sound like a gentleman. "Misha, may I have this dance?""No," Misha snapped, not even bothering to look at him.
Cyrus pulled a cigarette from his pocket but didn't light it. He just flipped it irritably between his fingers, a look of pure, untamable frustration on his face. "I'm not looking to get married," he snapped."You're in your thirties, Cyrus. When exactly were you planning on starting?"Bonnie shot him a look. "Look at Derek. He already had—well, regardless, you're trying a girl out tonight. No excuses.""Women are nothing but trouble," Cyrus scoffed. Yet, for some reason, Tabitha's cold, stubborn face flashed in his mind."What trouble? Just go! These ladies have the bloodlines and the degrees to match yours. This is an order from your father. When the dancing starts, you pick a partner."Cyrus tossed the unlit cigarette, his eyes dark. "This sucks."He scanned the room. Every socialite in high-fashion silk felt her heart skip a beat when his gaze passed over her.Being the heir to the Holmes family meant he had the kind of powe
Cyrus could feel how tense Tabitha was. He pulled his hand back quickly. "Sorry. It just seemed like a mob back there."Tabitha stepped away, putting some distance between them. "It's fine. I get it. You should go take care of your guests, Mr. Holmes. Don't worry about me.""Just be careful. If you need anything, find me," Cyrus said, giving her one last look before heading off.He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, still feeling the sensation of her skin. "Are all women that soft?"A strange, restless energy started to stir inside him, like a slow-burning fire he couldn't quite place.The dinner kicked off with about thirty guests. Everyone was talking in low, polite voices.A few people stopped to pay their respects to Lycan Algernon before taking their seats.Bonnie was glued to Algernon's side, wearing that perfect, graceful smile she always showed the world.If it weren't for the whole Truman disaster, Tabitha never would have seen the dark side behind that mask.Cyrus w
Bently's pursuit of power was nothing but blunt. His fawning over Michelle was a mirror image of Michelle's obsession with Derek. But a lowly "clinger" would never catch the eye of the proud.Michelle gave Bentley a dismissive glance, letting out a half-hearted "Thanks" that barely counted as a response.The word had barely left her mouth before she was hiking up her skirt and scurrying toward Derek.Bentley froze, his fists clenching until his knuckles popped beneath his sleeves.Derek stood there in a sharp, pitch-black suit, his face partially obscured by his signature silver mask. He looked like a high-ranking Alpha who had just stepped out of the abyss—mysterious, cold, and utterly unattainable. He drew the repressed, burning stares of every female in the room."Derek!" Michelle called out gleefully, fluttering toward him like a butterfly desperate for attention.From not far, Tabitha swirled her champagne, a mocking smile playing
As night fell, the entire place went into high alert. Armored vehicles cleared the way, and top-tiered chefs were busy preparing food in the kitchen. The air was thick with the rich, smoky aroma of high-end ingredients hitting the grill.Tabitha stood under the gallery, reaching out to catch a single, shimmering snowflake. She never imagined that in this remote territory, she'd experience such an event of this magnitude again.Looking back at the girl from seven years ago, who had just received devastating news and thought she wouldn't survive the winter, and then at the woman standing here now, breathing freely in the snow... It felt like a dream woven from ice.She hadn't just survived; she had flourished. She had lovely pups now, all carrying the blood of a great Alpha.Tonight, she intended to be a quiet observer. But the moment she stepped into the ballroom, the bustling crowd fell into a sudden, collective hush.Michelle was dressed to the ni
Tabitha woke up after a deep sleep. Her room had an incredible view with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a world of pristine white. The snow clinging to the walls created a stark, elegant beauty that felt serene.The curtains slid open automatically, letting in the morning sun reflecting off the snow. After a quick wash-up and applying the plain-looking mask to her face, she headed out to prepare the herbal meal for Algernon.A blast of biting cold hit her the moment she stepped out, making her tuck her head into her shoulders and let out a sharp sneeze. In the dead of winter, every gust of wind felt like a blade.She stood there looking out into the distance, her mind drifting to Killian. Derek had mentioned the boy had been sent to a secluded island for specialized elite werewolf training and was currently off the grid.By the time spring rolls around, that kid is going to have hit a massive growth spurt, she thought."Good morning." A deep voice broke her train of thought.Cyr
Tabitha's POVIn fact, deep down, everyone knew I had nothing to do with the failure of the proposal.Yet I refused to cooperate, which annoyed Sonia.She'd give me a hard time if I didn't quit.I was just a newcomer, whereas my colleague had worked here for years. Of course,
Derek's POV"I don't think it's any business competitor. After all, all the bidding projects this year are quite normal. Then... If it isn't for commercial interests, why are these cameras here?" Rolf pondered."Find out every single person who has been in my office this past year," I s
Tabitha's POVMy eyes slowly focused, and the first thing I saw was the collar of a crisp white shirt.My gaze drifted up, settling on a man's strong jawline. Turned out it was Derek.Just like that, any hope I had fizzled out.Well, it made sense. Dad was still out cold in th
Tabitha's POVI opened my mouth, and at that moment, I had the urge to let everything out.The thought flashed through my mind, and soon I remembered Derek's contemptuous face.He had mocked me countless times in the past, playing tricks and manipulating me. If I spoke up now, he m







