Masuk“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
My breath burned in my lungs, my chest heaving, heart pounding as rage thrummed in my veins like fucking drums. “No, Aidan Nightingale, calm down,” I breathed to myself, trying to settle the fury pounding inside me but it was fucking hard, “listen closely.” I told myself. I tried to but the more I
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The servant didn’t need to wait for me, I could take as much time as I needed before going to see them but I knew that the longer I delayed, the longer they’d remain in my house. I didn’t want that, whatever they’d come for, whatever stupid threat and talk about balance that the
‘Lucien, he has some nerve.’ The sound of my wolf’s voice caused me to close my eyes as I let out a guttural sound. ‘I’m not killing him.’ I pointed out as my eyes scanned the document in front of me and stamped it, I set it aside to focus on the other ones, signing and reading through reports.
That smirk, the smile and the laughter that would have tore out of him if my grip around his throat hadn’t tightened so hard— the sheer gall of everything— set an unquenchable fire to the rage burning inside me. My claws dug into his skin, threatening to pull his tissues out, and the sheer urge to







