LOGINEstelle I believed working in the sanctum would be the perfect excuse to avoid crossing paths with Riordan. However, I was wrong. Damn wrong. That was when it hit me, that no matter how much I tried, I could never escape him. And he would invade my space whenever he wanted to. I had asked for my breakfast to be served in my room but Brittany had returned, saying Riordan said that I either come downstairs to eat or he would drag me all the way there himself. I lingered at the doorway, breath hitching as our eyes clashed. The thin white shirt stretched taut on his broad shoulders, his brown hair a mess as he slanted his head, revealing that devilish grin. “Are you going to keep standing there or do you miss being in my arms…like last night?” He said with a wink.My thigh clenched together, as I tried to soothe the ache below, my face heating from the image that was plastered in my brain. Me in his arms, water dripping to the floor and my legs hooked around his waist as he plowed my
Ruby Chris was driving me crazy!The gates to the mansion were always closed by 11 P.M. because this house followed a strict set of rules. Rules that had to be kept aside for certain exceptions. This was 12:56 A.M and he wasn't back from wherever he went. He didn't return my calls or texts, and this was mind-boggling because Chris was exactly the type to text back. Even if he was stranded at sea, in a storm, he would always find a way to reach back to me.I tossed my head back, pacing outside of the gate, worry gnawing at me with every second that passed as I dialed his number for the umpteenth time.Straight to voicemail. A groan slipped past my lips and just when exasperation almost made me hurl the phone to the ground, a pair of headlights appeared. The truck’s engine rumbled as it pulled up at the gate and for a second, confusion swirled in my mind because no one drove a truck here. Then I turned my phone’s flashlight on, directly to the driver’s seat only to lock eyes with Ch
Riordan My vision blurred with rage, the sound of her whimpering behind me twisted my heart in my chest and right now, all I could see was Estelle in Chris’s arms. I returned home a while ago, after rushing off to Barbados when my cousin went into sudden labor. Her husband, Zico, was murdered on a secret mission that I had sent him on, and since then, I had catered to Sloane’s expenses—promising that I would always be there. Of course, I should have informed Estelle before I left. Days of no contact with her, killed me and were proof that I couldn’t live without her. However, that morning. That vulnerable morning where I had crushed my phone in my bare hands—beyond repair—as I fought to contain the beast almost clawing its way out of me ruined things for me. Every attempt to reach Estelle after that was useless. She had a habit of blocking any unfamiliar number without hesitation. And she blocked me on the first ring. Even before I could send a text. I had to use another number
Estelle’s P.O.VI had the most stressful day ever. Ranging from Eden’s meaningless confrontation, coupled with Chris’s truck that broke down in the middle of nowhere, and to top it all, the weird number that ran my phone’s battery down‘Where the fuck are you at, Estelle!’ ‘Why the fuck are you even with Chris”Judging by the tone of the message, I was one hundred percent sure that it was from Ruby. Night had already fallen by the time we arrived at the palace. A yawn took over my face as I climbed off the truck with the need to soak into a bath, crash into my bed, and sleep the stress off of me. I bent, bowing deeply. “Thank you for your help, your royal highness. I had the most fun today,” Chris threw his head back, laughing at the sarcasm dripping from my voice as he hopped into the truck bed—his eyes meeting mine.“I apologize, I am the reason you had a long day. I didn't expect Big Boy to break down,” “Big boy?” I straightened, arching a brow.“That's what I call him. I hav
Estelle I crashed into Merida just as I finished lunch. She looked worn, tired, and overwhelmed. When I asked if she was okay, her voice came out in a rush. Something about being choked up with chores and how she had to pick up dairy products from a farm before it closed for the day. I volunteered to help and Chris offered to take me in his truck. The expression in Merida’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken when she looked from me to him. In that pressing moment, it seemed like she had a lot of things to say—to me. But Chris’s presence was the stumbling block in her way. In the end, her face finally broke into a forced smile but I didn’t miss the look of warning in her eyes as she handed the farmer’s card to me. Chris sang along to the country music blaring from the speakers as my thoughts spiraled around Riordan and the man in my background pictures. Was it a coincidence? That man had appeared countless times in most of the pictures for it to be one. The only photos where he wasn’t
Estelle I didn’t expect it but Chris picked me up for lunch. It was as if he had this radar in the air, figured out that I planned on bailing out on him and that was the reason he beat me to it. The first ten minutes of sitting across from each other with that awkward silence lingering between us was the hardest. My mind kept going in circles. Why was he being nice to me? It just seemed out of the blue, considering that the first time we met, he had looked at me in a way that carried a terrifying chill to it. Then he worked magic, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and slowly the tension eased from my shoulders. Chris talked about everything. Childhood memories, how his first shift went, and for someone who ranked really high, he was pretty humble.I wished I could give myself a knock on the head for coming to a hasty conclusion about him and thinking he was the same as that annoying sister of his. Ruby. Chris grin widened, my hand covering my mouth as a light chuckle slipped pa
Estelle I sipped my juice slowly, still numb from the earful I’d gotten from my aunt. Where was she even? Had she stormed out of the hall and returned to the pack after our heated argument?I raised my head—in search of her—only for my heartbeat to waver. Why was everyone’s gaze on me? I had been
Estelle’s P.O.VMy eyes involuntarily fluttered to a rapid blink and for a second I wanted to believe that perhaps I’d misheard her. She introduced herself to me as the future Rogue Queen and from what had happened, she shouldn’t even tolerate me. Was this woman insane?“Pardon?”A dissatisfied gr
Estelle My heart thumped loudly in my ears, pounded fast in my chest, and even though I was in my new room as Merida nattered away, I hadn’t moved on from the exact moment Preston—whom I had just discovered his name and found out he was Riordan’s second-in-command—came in and mentioned that Eden h
RiordanMy dick went flaccid inside of her at the name she just mentioned. Eden?The same Eden who cheated on her with their daughter’s nanny, sentenced the mother of his child to death and she had the guts to mention his name. My blood pulsed with pure undiluted rage. Not at her but with the amo







