Cecilia wandered her room like a ghost of thought, arms folded tight and her gaze tethered to the floor. Her mind whirled with the image she'd stumbled upon moments ago in Ethan's office. Amelia and Ethan are together. They were overly close.Her pacing ceased; she grasped the desk, seeking balance in the chaos of her thoughts.The door slightly opened "Cecilia!" She sprang, her eyes fluttering as reality refocused. That sound. Annie? She knew that Annie was not supposed to be home by that time. Cecilia hurried out of the room and moved into the living area, her bare feet making gentle sounds on the wooden floor. Annie leaned against the couch, her purse carelessly thrown aside. She appeared strangely composed, her eyes locked onto Cecilia as if she had anticipated her arrival. "You returned sooner than expected," Cecilia remarked, her voice still trembling from the visions swirling in her thoughts. "It's like you're done for the day?" Annie exhaled and took off her jacket, lett
Cecilia blinked away her tears and slipped out of the room, thick with stress and silence. Fingers quivering, she clung to her sweater's edge, holding fast against the flood rising in her eyes.She ought not to have come. That idea revolved in her mind. The way Ethan gazed at her, not with contempt but with that frigid emptiness of control. It was more terrible than hatred. It informed her that he was concealing something. The heavy door behind her stood sealed, guarding the silence within Ethan's office, but the tension clung to the room.Inside the office, Amelia spun sharply on her heels, her eyes locking onto Ethan.Must you wear the cloak of the wronged? With piercing clarity, her voice rose, edged in fire and resolve. Ethan remained with his jaw tightly shut. His wide shoulders remained still, yet the minor quiver in them revealed the firestorm igniting beneath his skin. His eyes, which typically glowed with restraint, now blazed with rage as they locked onto Amelia's. Howeve
Upon seeing Ethan with the other woman, whose hands rested on Ethan's waist, Cecilia's eyes narrowed into slits. A growl formed in her throat. Her voice pierced the tense atmosphere. "So, this reveals your true nature, Ethan." Ethan turned around, shocked. His heart pounded in his chest. "Cecilia?" he whispered, his wolf on high alert, ears raised in concern. Cecilia, standing in the doorway, resembled a tempest approaching. Her golden-brown gaze was fixed on Amelia's hands resting on Ethan's waist. In a single quick motion, Ethan pushed Amelia away, his hold strong yet not harsh. Amelia faltered a bit, taken aback by the abrupt refusal. "It's not how you perceive it," Ethan snarled, moving closer to Cecilia. Cecilia raised an eyebrow, her posture firm and commanding. "And what do you believe I'm thinking?" she inquired, each word measured and her tone cutting. Ethan tried to speak, but no sounds emerged. His conscience roamed within him, annoyed, caught between remorse and int
Ethan was reviewing some documents delivered by his assistant, Tony, when a loud knock resonated on the solid wooden door before it swung open. Ethan's gaze shot up, and then he spotted Amelia. With her eyes, Amelia moved into the room, playfully curious as she scanned her surroundings. Ethan placed the files down, the noise of the paper rubbing against the table abruptly too audible in the quiet. Tony was right about Amelia's sudden visit.Ethan pointed to the leather chair situated opposite his desk. "Kindly take a seat." Amelia flashed him her smirk as she swept through the office. She sat down in the chair silently. The fragrance from her clothes, now completely within the office, enveloped Ethan. "I was taken aback," Ethan remarked, his tone rough with command. "Tony rang and mentioned that a woman named Amelia wished to meet me." I have to confess... I didn't anticipate your arrival." Amelia moved a bit in her chair, observing him with obvious amusement. "I hear that often
Lancelot reached the location ahead of schedule, his keen gaze sweeping over the lavish decor of the restaurant. Lancelot glanced at the time on his watch. The hour was young, and around him, and the room lived with low voices and the occasional clatter that gave life to stillness. His fingers moved to the cufflink on his right wrist, silver catching the light as he straightened, he lowered himself into the window-side chair.Exactly three minutes later, the grand doors swung open, breaking the stillness. It was her fragrance that touched him first, then came the sound of her heels. Lancelot shifted slightly in his chair right as Amelia entered. She looked so beautiful and elegant.Amelia wore a red flower-colored gown, which matched her complexion but was shaped in such a way that it brought out her endowed figure.Lancelot couldn't take his eyes off her even when Amelia's eyes caught his eyes. " I apologize for keeping you waiting for such a long time, Lancelot. It wasn't an int
The door closed behind Pedro, Andrew gazed out the large window, observing the wind swirl among the branches. Pedro's words echoed once more in his mind: "Something suspicious is happening with Vivian and Lancelot." Andrew tightened his hands into fists. No, he could no longer disregard it. With a soft growl, Andrew shifted away from the window. He decided that he would pursue it further. Not as the Alpha, but as a wronged partner. In the following days, Andrew remained quiet and low-key. He did not confront Vivian about his previous conversation with Pedro. He looked on and noted her every action. Vivian continued to arrive home late, as her justifications were becoming increasingly weak. She will either claim she was followed during a client meeting or she would claim she had an appointment with the pack's doctor. Every time, her eyes displayed a nervous glint. However, Andrew did not jump into action with her.Andrew observed every aspect. Even the moment she had a wrinkle on