Vivian was at her desk, yet her thoughts wouldn't remain in the moment. The documents in front of her faded as her mind wandered back to Lancelot. Just the mention of the name sent chills down her spine, stirring up memories of their shared past. She tightened her fingers that were bunched together, taking a deep breath. She was hoping that the memories would disappear. However, they declined. They charged ahead, unyielding, pulling her back into history. Vivian's memory flashed back to New York, where she had come to the city by herself. The skyscrapers and the constant buzz of vehicles. It was a world that was vastly different from the serene town she had previously known. There were no packs present, no one to lead her. Just an infinite crowd of individuals, as their existence was overwhelming. She said nothing to anyone, lowered her gaze, and concentrated on the purpose of her stay in New York. She understands that her purpose is to learn and to become more resilient. In one a
"Just thought I'd stop in your new office and greet you. Well, congratulations on your new appointment. " Victor remarked smoothly, his dark eyes fixing onto hers with a fierceness that caused her to hold tightly onto the edge of her desk. His voice was rich, smooth, and bore the burden of their history, which indicates who they were before she assumed this role. Cecilia squared her shoulders, attempting to conceal the abrupt discomfort rising along her spine. Victor's lips formed a familiar smirk. "Given our relationship, I believed it would be impolite not to see how you are doing." "I notice that you're adapting comfortably." Victor's eyes surveyed the papers across Cecilia's table, then returned his eyes to where Cecilia was sitting. Cecilia gulped, her wolf shifting restlessly inside her. She had taken every step to move on from Victor, to forget that part of her life. However, observing him here, positioned so near, brought everything back with the tension, the allure, the pa
Barrister Adam leaned in, placing his interlaced fingers on Andrew's shiny desk, his intense stare unflinching. His tone, steady yet resolute, conveyed the gravity of undeniable truth. "The earlier we accept the fact that we have been duped by those four impersonators. The better for all of us." Andrew's sharp hearing detected the subtle change in Adam's heartbeat, which is a slight increase, revealing the tension hidden beneath the lawyer's calm body. Wilfred, positioned a short distance away, let out a breath through his nose, his wide shoulders taut as he assented with a nod. "The most effective approach at this point," Adam persisted, maintaining a calm tone, "is to concentrate on the future rather than spending time seeking someone to hold responsible." Andrew's claws were on the verge of appearing as irritation coursed through him. Every part of him cried out for retribution. His wolf craved justice, blood, and vengeance. Yet, outside all of this, he understood that Adam was
Andrew scanned through the countless stacks of documents arranged in front of him while sitting at his desk, his golden eyes fixed in intense concentration. His wide, expensive desk, which had normally been neat, was now covered in contract documents, financial reports, and printouts of emails. Every occurrence serves as a foreboding sign of the downfall shadowing his business.A deep unrest coiled within his wolf, tense with discomfort, detecting the oppressive tension that crackled around them. A deep, restrained growl threatened to escape his lips as he ran a hand over his temple, his composure slipping with each passing second.The solid wooden door of his office gave a low, drawn-out squeak as it opened. Andrew's general manager, Wilfred Sheffield, walked in, his serious demeanor hinting at troubling news. He didn't wait for an invitation before settling into the seat opposite Andrew, his actions measured. "Alpha," Wilfred started, his tone filled with worry, "have you received
Vivian's grip tightened on her phone upon hearing the recognizable voice on the other end. Lancelot. His rich, assured voice flowed from the speaker, bringing forth long-buried memories. Memories she had concealed. Recollections she wished to keep buried. "Vivian," his tone was silky, playful. "That's my baby girl." Her jaw tightened. "You better stop addressing me by that name, Lancelot." He laughed softly, understandingly, the sound full of mirth. "Do you recall the past days?" When are you unable to rest at night without hearing my voice? "Without my phone call?" Vivian took a quick breath, her nostrils widening. Her wolf tensed at the noise of him, an ancient instinct awakening within her. He had previously been a phantom that adhered to her, a murmur she couldn't dispel. However, that period had come to an end. She overlooked the reaction, hardening her voice into iron. "Don't forget that I'm married," she replied sharply. "And I can't keep on reminding you of that. For cr
The office was surprisingly silent while Cecilia prepared to leave for the day. The buzzing of the lights in the mall continued to illuminate the whole building. The typical office conversation had long disappeared, leaving just the steady ticking of the wall clock at her back. Her fingertips followed the sharp edges of the letter she held, which was her promotion letter. Is it possible to become a branch sales manager in just three months? It was illogical. She frowned as she flipped the envelope in her hand, her sharp wolf instincts noticing the slightest aroma lingering on the paper. Cecilia noticed that something was off about her promotion. She has heard from four old staff who have been working in the store for the past three years, that they've not been promoted and have not received a salary increment. So what's different with her? Or was her advancement deeper than it appeared? Taking a slow breath out, she placed the letter into her handbag and made an effort to smile s