LOGINDiane."Diane… what are you doing?” Dom asked even though there was this knowing glint in his eyes.“Shouldn't I be the one asking that?” I whispered again.My hand moved to his neck, wrapped around it.He swallowed hard, his eyes holding mine.“Diane... We are in a public place. This is an office. Your assistant is a few feet away.""Does it matter?" I asked. I moved my hand down to his waist. I pulled him closer. "I need you, Dom. I need you now! Here.."Dom took my hands and pulled them away. "I’m not a piece of meat you can just take any time you want, Luna. You need to control yourself."I felt a flash of anger in my veins. I knew I should ask nicely, but then, isn't Dom supposed to be working for me? How dare he say no to me? Why do I always have to beg him to fuck me? Why!?"What makes you think you have the right to say no to me, Dom?" I asked as I stepped back and glared at him. "I am your Luna.""Then act like it," Dom said. Cold and stern. "Your assistant is right outside t
The morning sun hit the floor of my bedroom in sharp, bright lines. I sat at my vanity, already dressed in a sharp blazer, when Freda walked in. She was carrying the silver tray with my morning tea. I watched her in the mirror. She looked like she hadn't slept in a week. Her eyes were red, and her hands were shaking so hard the cup was rattling against the saucer."Good morning, Luna," she whispered. She wouldn't look me in the eye."Freda, are you okay?" I asked, looking at her through the mirror.“Yes, Luna,” she nodded.But the truth was coated in a small voice that sounded like a lie.“Stop," I said, turning around and looking at her now. "What is wrong? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the whole pack on your shoulders. Tell me the truth. What’s the problem?"Freda bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears. "It’s nothing, ma'am. Just... just some stuff."I stood up and walked over to her. I took the tray from her hands and set it on the table. "Freda, I know when you’re
Dom. The palace was quiet, but it was a fake kind of quiet. It was the kind of silence that had eyes. I moved through the back hallways, staying in the shadows. I watched Freda from a distance. She looked like a ghost walking the halls, her movements careful, almost haunting. Finally, she headed to the kitchen to start the late-night prep, with a servant guiding her through the things she needed to do, her every step measured and precise. This was my chance. I moved fast. I slipped past a few other servants, giving them a short nod so I didn't look suspicious. I reached the servants' quarters and found her door. It wasn't locked. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, listening carefully for any sound from the hallway. The room was small and smelled like cheap lavender soap. I remembered what Stella had told me—she said that the tea was kept in a tin under the cabinet. I moved to reach for the cabinet, but then, I stopped when I looked at her small table. On top, there we
Dom.The lab was quiet, except for the sound of a bubbling pot in the corner. Lyra stood there, holding the small vial, looking at me with a look that was way too smart for her own good. She had just told me the side effects. The tea would make a woman feel… well, very distracted by her own desires, and perhaps dangerously so.“That's not so good,” I murmured, more to myself than to Lyra.I stood there like a statue. My mind was racing through what the effect of this tea could possibly result in, thinking through every possible consequence.Diane is one wild girl. On a normal day, she was wild. And now, if I should add something to it—That was not going to be good at all. And I knew it, deep down in my gut.“Is there no way we could avert it?” I asked.Lyra shook her head, looking at me pitifully. “Unless you want to forget about it entirely.”That was not an option. I stood still, having a mental battle of if I should stick with something that would make her suffer or something that
Dom. I pushed the door open, the bell chiming in a low, familiar tone. The air inside was thick—it smelled like ozone, bleach, and something sharp that stung the back of my throat. Lyra was hunched over a stainless-steel table in the back. She was wearing her white lab coat with a small yellow stain on the sleeve, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead. She didn't even look up as I approached. "We’re closed, unless you’re dying," she muttered, her hands steady as she moved a glass dropper. "And even then, I might charge you extra for the paperwork." "Is that any way to greet your brother?" I asked. A Lyra froze. A slow grin spread across her face as she turned around. “ What, did you miss me, or did you just run out of laundry?" I walked deeper into the lab, looking at the rows of bubbling flasks and strange blue liquids. "You know you’re my everything, Lyra. And of course I missed you." "Whatever," she snorted, crossing her arms. She hopped up to sit on the edge of her workbe
The car pulled up to a familiar wrought-iron gate on the edge of the town. My heart felt a little lighter just looking at the place. This wasn't a cold, grey palace or a glass office building. This was Celine’s home. It was a massive, old-fashioned mansion that had once belonged to her father. He had been a high-ranking member of the pack and one of my father’s closest friends. As I stepped out of the car, memories hit me like a wave. I remembered being seven years old, running through these gardens with Celine, hiding behind the thick oak trees until our knees were stained with grass and our lungs burned from laughing. I remembered staying here for weekends, eating stolen cookies in the middle of the night on the kitchen floor. Fun. Old fun. Days of happiness and zero worries. This house was a sanctuary. It was the only place left that felt real. I hadn't been here for… two years or more. "Stay here," I told Dom. He nodded, leaning against the car door, his eyes scanning the
DomJulian had rushed out ten minutes ago, after leaving orders on things he wanted and things he didn't, and leaving me to handle some mess.Now, my job was to find Diane. She was already in the gallery wing with those high-society Council wives.I walked down the long, sun-drenched corridor. My b
Diane.It was evening already, and it was time for me to go out.I dried myself off and got dressed. I chose a simple outfit because I didn't want to draw attention. I was going to meet Celine. I needed answers, and I needed to work on it now.I walked down the stairs, my heels clicking on the floo
Diane.I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fruit around."Yesterday," I started. My voice was low but steady. "How did it go? The meeting?" I asked, trying as much as possible to make everything sound normal.Julian didn't even blink. He took a slow sip of his coffee. "It was fine, honey. Jus
DomI walked down the long, quiet hallway of the mansion. My boots made a heavy sound on the expensive wood floor as I walked. My head was a mess of thoughts.What the fuck had I just encountered?What kind of girl is that?The fuck?And the audacity. What the fuck does she think she is? And that l







