NATALIA DE LUCA….The elevator opened with a soft chime, and the first thing I noticed was silence. Not the hollow silence of my father’s house, but something deeper, steadier as if the walls themselves obeyed Knox Davenport.Knox opened the door, and the sight of the penthouse made me gasp. There, in front of me was an extravagant suite. My eyes traveled around the spacious living room with fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city, glowing like embers beneath the night sky.A stunning balcony and a grand dining room. There are two bedrooms and one study room. This place was definitely too large for someone to live alone. The furnishings were modern, expensive, and deliberate. Nothing here was accidental.I stepped out slowly, my heels clicking on polished marble. “So this is where you live,” I murmured.Knox brushed past me, his suit jacket sliding off his shoulders as if even his clothing knew it didn’t belong anywhere but here. “One of the places,” he corrected. “This o
NATALIA DE LUCA…..I sat down at the table, though my appetite had all but vanished. My eyes kept straying toward the corner where Knox and Damon stood, their heads bowed close, their postures rigid. Damon’s jaw was clenched tight, his hands moving in sharp gestures, while Knox remained steady, unmoved, as if bracing against a storm.The sister slid into the seat opposite me, crossing her legs gracefully, though the tension in her eyes gave her away.“You know,” she said lightly, though there was an edge to every syllable, “Knox never brings women here. This place is… special. For him, for us. It’s strange seeing someone new at his side.”Her words were meant to sting, but I only smiled faintly, refusing to give her satisfaction. “Then I suppose today must be special for both of us.”Her painted lips curved, but her eyes betrayed her, flashing with irritation. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “You mustn’t get too comfortable. Knox… he’s not the type to keep anyone around for
NATALIA….The pen in my hand felt heavier than any whip, heavier than every lash my father had left on my back.City Hall was not romantic—white walls, clipped voices, cold signatures on paper. There was no dress, no flowers, no music. Just me, Knox Davenport, and the steel weight of the choice I had made.“Sign here,” the clerk said, pointing.I glanced at Knox. He looked calm, composed, almost bored, like this was just another acquisition, another deal. But I caught the flicker in his eyes, the triumph he didn’t bother to hide from me.I pressed the pen down. Ink flowed. My name curved across the line in black. And with it, a part of my old self was buried.His hand followed, his signature bold, precise. He didn’t even hesitate.The clerk smiled blandly. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Davenport.”The words echoed in my head like thunder. Mrs. Davenport. My jaw tightened, but I smiled politely, because what else could I do?When we stepped out into the sunlight, Knox held the thin pa
ARIELLA DAVENPORT…..“You haven't told anyone at home about the attack, did you?” I asked Ryder who was still sulking in a corner because I chose Zach over him.“No, I still haven't told them about it yet. But now I think I should tell them to know how wrong was your father's decision when he chose Zach as your partner. I don't blame you. But I do blame your father.” I chuckled at his words."Thanks bro. I don't want to worry them.” Ryder glared at me."You will regret your decision in the future. Mark my words. You still have a chance. Come with me. I'm sure, whoever set that trap for you, will again attack you. I'm telling you for your own good. Don't be stupid and come with me. I'm not taking you away forever, you can come back once he catches the real culprit.” He tried to convince me."I can't leave my husband behind in danger, Ryder. They targeted me because I'm the only weakness of Zach Winchester. They know they can't kill him easily because of his powerful wolf. But they can
ZACH WINCHESTER……I stepped out of the hospital doors, the night air cool against my skin, trying to ease the weight of endless responsibilities pressing on my shoulders. Another elder had been stabilized. Another patrol was assigned. Another problem solved. For a moment, I allowed myself a single breath of relief.Then I froze.The sound of feet pounding against the pavement made me turn and my world shattered.A guy was running full tilt toward the entrance, his shirt drenched in blood, his arms full… no, carrying someone.My heart stopped.Ariella.Her head lolled against his chest, her hair matted with blood, her skin pale as snow under the moonlight. Her arms hung limp, her body torn with bite marks, shredded like she’d been dragged through hell.“No… no, no, no!” I sprinted to them, my chest constricting, my wolf howling in my veins so violently I almost lost control.“Who are you? And what happened to Ariella?” I asked him. His eyes burned as he stormed past me, his voice a sn
ARIELLA…..For the first time since I came to the Green Jade Pack, I had allowed myself a little indulgence. A dress, nothing warlike, nothing sharp-edged, just silk and shimmer for my birthday banquet next weekend. A birthday I had actually decided to celebrate, not hide from. I remember smiling as I folded the bag on my lap, thinking of Zach’s expression when he saw me in it.That smile died the moment our car lurched and coughed to a dead stop.We were near the border. Too near. I was coming back from the city after buying a dress for myself. The road stretched into shadows where trees bent inward like watching soldiers, and the silence was wrong. My skin prickled.The driver, a man Zach had assigned, or so I thought cursed under his breath, then turned to me with a stiff expression. “Stay inside, Luna. I’ll check.”Something in his tone set my nerves on edge, but I nodded and stayed seated, fingers tight on the dress bag as if it could anchor me. I watched him step out, lift the h