로그인Ruby’s P.O.V“I wouldn't be able to take Morgan to the doctor’s appointment. I have much more important things to do. Please let me know when you clock out of work. Sorry for canceling on both you and my niece at the last minute. Love you both,”I blew out a breath, shoving my phone into my pocket. The important things I had to do? Pacing outside the palace—like I was doing right now. Sending the maids assigned to the west wing to check what mood Riordan was in. None had gotten back to me. And now, Chris was in the office with him. He had texted me about them being together with Preston a while ago but he hasn't replied to the six follow-up texts I had sent even though it ticked as Delivered.Delivered meant that he had his phone in his hand. Delivered meant there was a high chance that he could have seen the texts and was choosing not to respond. Delivered meant he definitely received notifications of my reply and ignored me. Vida, my wolf, spoke through the anxiety rising inside of
Estelle My breath remained shaky, hand dropping from my chest as a lone sweat slid from the nape of my neck, and trailed down my spine. In that fleeting moment of fear when the sun caught the blade, I thought I was about to die. I was too stunned to speak. Scared or even confused as I tried to process everything that happened right now. He wasn't only psychotic. He was insane. Calmness settled on my chest, anger slowly flooding into my stomach and as I glanced up at him to raise my voice, my heart slowed a fraction of a beat. Hooded gaze held mine and the anger inside of me started to dissipate like he had not just ripped my dress with a knife. His eyes were dark, strikingly beautiful as always, and the way he gazed at me. Damn. Like he was lost in a hypnotic trance. The pure hunger in his eyes sent heat straight into my core.I was soon hyper-aware of his hands resting on my hip, the way his fingers scorched me under my dress in all the ways that shouldn't feel this good. The
Riordan As reports flowed through the debriefing with the warriors, the only images that kept replaying in my head were Estelle’s face and her writhing under me begging for more of me and my cock even though she declared to my face that she hated me. If she could write a thousand reasons why she hated me, she would fill an entire book with them. I was losing focus—my mind too. I saw her everywhere. When I closed my eyes, when they were open, during meetings with Alphas under my rule, all I saw was her. All I heard was her voice carrying whispers into my ears. I could feel her fingers on my face even though she had never touched it.She was the source of my breath, my air, and sometimes, the thoughts would slip in—maybe I should have never brought her here. Perhaps I should have played the good guy and sent her far away. But the problem was, I had never been good at pretending to be someone I wasn’t. I had always been the Villain. The one whose name spread terror into people’s he
Ruby The rules during dinner in the house of Cassiel were simple. No phones whilst eating. No talking unless necessary. No omegas lurking around the dining room. Omegas were diseases, infested creatures that were created to be crushed underfoot. Yet, Morgan, my six-month-old niece loved breaking these rules as if she relished in the fact that she could get away with anything with little to no consequences. Every cry was a middle finger flipped in father’s face and rules.Dad had warned my older sister, Diane, never to let her eat with us until she was older, like she was some small beast that deserved to be locked away. I found it laughable, considering she was his first grandchild. Mum on the other hand wasn't having it. She’d told him he was being unreasonable and as long as she was still alive, Morgan would eat on this table like every other child that grew up here—excluding the weak pests. Dad's jaw rolled as the intensity of Morgan’s cry grew louder while Diane was forced to
Estelle My heart stopped, terror slowly creeping into my veins. “What?” He had that crazed look in his eyes. “You heard me correctly, Estelle but I can help you understand better,” The corner of his mouth tipped into that psychotic smile. I swallowed down the fear that lodged at the base of my throat, fingers bunching his shirt as he dipped his head, his breath warm and flush against my ear. “Your daughter goes to the neighboring pack every Saturday and during holidays on playdates with her friends, Roanna and Manon. She just got registered for ballet class by Lara. Her favorite color is yellow and that is why she wears those little yellow ribbons every Sunday,” My stomach twisted violently, tears stinging the corner of my eyes. He knew everything. Every single detail. “You are one sick man,” I seethed. Riordan cupped my face, his eyes holding mine for a second before he whispered against my mouth. “I know…” his nose tipped mine, my throat drying as he pressed his l
Riordan She was unreal.Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. The way her chest rises and eases with small breaths. Dark rich curls were wrapped around my fingers and I inhaled it—slow, deep—until it filled my lungs, my entire system. I leaned closer, brushing the rest of the curls away from her face, packing them behind her ears. My eyes settled on the bite mark around her neck, a dark satisfaction crawling into my chest as I leaned in and blew little air on it. My mark. Now that I had claimed her mine, no Alpha would risk their lives to take her in their pack unless they had a death wish waiting to be granted by me. Mate marks always faded after healing, only returning when the woman was on heat or when it was necessary to warn other males away. But I had bitten her too deeply, too viciously. I could still taste her blood on my tongue, metallic and warm, a reminder of how completely I had taken her. I had taken advantage of the fact that she had not shifted yet, knowing that a bite tha
Estelle When the car slowed as I reached the heavily guarded iron gates with security, fear had clawed up my throat. I had thought that perhaps Riordan had notified them of my disappearance and that was the reason for the sudden halt. The first time I came into the Rogue Kingdom with Riordan, the
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
Lara’s P.O.VWith a swipe of my hand, I swept all the makeup products on the sink to the tiled floor, a guttural scream rasping out of my throat asI stomped on the products, crushing them under the soles of my heels. My lower back slumped against the sink as I slid my hands into my hair and let th
Estelle’s P.O.V Why did it seem like everyone and everything was against me tonight? First it was my aunt, then Maeve’s dad, and now, Lara? I paused for a long minute, considering making a U-turn because I knew that nothing good was going to come out of Lara and me being cramped up in the same







