Ethan's keen gaze twitched with worry as he noticed the discomfort in Cecilia's face. His voice was calm, though it disrupted the calmness between him and Cecilia. "Cecilia, talk to me. What's the issue?" he asked again, while his gaze was fixed on Cecilia's face.Cecilia was mute before she decided to say something. "She confessed, 'It's Victor Harris.'" "I discovered something concerning him... something that feels off." A growl echoes from deep within Ethan, his wolf responding to the simple utterance of Victor's name. His jaw clenched, yet he sought control before his instincts could dominate. "Don't think about him," Ethan stated assertively. "Concentrate on your work, remember that you're newly promoted, Cecilia." "Don't allow him to influence your thoughts." Cecilia nodded, although the gravity of her discovery remained in her thoughts. Ethan and Cecilia finished their meals, and Ethan drove Cecilia back to her house. Cecilia positioned herself in front of her door as
Vivian gripped her phone firmly, her thumb poised above Ronan's contact. She hit the dial button once more, yet the call did not connect. A soft growl emitted from her throat. Why didn't he respond? Her wolf stirred inside her, uneasy and agitated. The night stretched on, teeming with thoughts that gnawed at her mind like uneasy shadows. The papers she discovered by Andrew as he slept indicated that Blackwood Enterprises was struggling, and Andrew had hidden it from her. Dawn broke, but the storm inside her refused to settle.Andrew came close to his wife to give her a morning kiss, but Vivian pulled herself away from him. Andrew couldn't believe what she did. "Vivian? What's the matter? Andrew asked.She folded her arms, her bright eyes keen. "Nothing. Only that I'm not in the mood." He breathed out, his wolf stiffening in response to the strain. "I can tell when something is off." "Speak to me." Vivian paused. Facing her husband in this manner was challenging, yet the burden of
Amelia grinned, perceiving the spoken significance behind Sadie's remarks. "No, I've not seen Ethan since I returned," Amelia replied, shaking her head. "As long as I can remember, I don't think that I still have Ethan's contact number." "I changed my phone right after I departed from the city that year." While Amelia was speaking, she took out her phone and gave it to Sadie. Sadie grinned as she accepted the gadget from Amelia's grasp. She swiftly inputted Ethan's number, stored the contact, and then handed the phone back. "Thanks, Sadie." "Thank you so much for this," Amelia remarked, nodding with gratitude. Sadie offered a slight wave as Amelia walked by her, vanishing into the crowd. Sadie's eyes rested on the air fresheners again before she finally shook her head. The insignificance of her previous predicament now appeared amusing. Her thoughts were focused on Amelia, reflecting on the past and considering what this unexpected return could signify for her. More than a mont
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