MasukHi lovelies, please forgive me for slow updates. I have a lot going on recently. I promise to try my best in updating. Thank you so much for sticking with me.
Days later…Dom.The bass from the speakers downstairs hummed right through the floorboards.Even though this was just supposed to be a small pre-gala meeting for the pack executives and high-ranking leaders, the palace was buzzing with activity. Red carpets covered the grand hallway. Bright camera flashes went off every few seconds. Reporters were already talking about how huge the main gala night would be in a few days.I stood near the corner of the grand foyer, my eyes scanning every face in the crowd. I adjusted the tiny, invisible earpiece tucked into my left ear.Diane stepped out of her private dressing room, her gown dragging slightly along the smooth floor. She stopped right in front of me, taking a deep breath to steady herself."How do I look?" she asked, looking up at me with a smile.My eyes moved from her nervous smile down to her neck. Resting against her skin was the diamond pendant necklace I had bought for her birthday months ago.She caught me looking, her fingers
Julian I pulled my car up to the front curb of Zee's house, cutting the engine.Parked right in the driveway was a sleek, black luxury sports car I had never seen before.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and stepped out onto the cool pavement. I walked up the paved walkway and pushed the front door open—it wasn't locked—stepping inside the dimly lit living room.Zee was standing near the center of the wide sitting area, surrounded by two men in dark suits. A tall, well-dressed tailor was hovering around him, taking measurements and adjusting a beautiful, well-tailored suit on Zee's frame.Zee turned his head as the door clicked, his face lighting up with a smooth smile. "Oh, hey!" He smoothed down the front of the expensive jacket. "How does this look?"I stood near the entrance, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. A cold frown settled on my face.I was not happy to be here. I hadn't forgiven him for his cruel words, or for how he treated me when I was sick, or
Julian"What do you think about taking over the pack in a proper way?" Rocco repeated, not blinking once."The pack... the pack is... is handled by my wife," I stammered, my mind spinning out of control."That's why I'm asking," Rocco interrupted smoothly. "I can't really function very well in that pack because your wife is there. She is as rigid and stubborn as her father was. I want a dirty Alpha sitting in that seat so we can actually do business together."I stared at Rocco. His face was dead serious, lacking even a trace of humor."I don't know what you mean..." I whispered."You know exactly what I mean, Julian," Rocco cut in again. "It's not your first time trying to get high on power, is it?"I didn't answer. I just stared at him, looking completely dumb.He smiled. A cruel, dark, wicked smile."Don't do that... don't give me that fake scared boy look," he said."I... I don't know. It's not like I'm faking—""Julian... I've known who you really are for the longest time, and I
Julian I drove down the quiet road outside the Den of Vegas, turning into a hidden, traditional inn nestled among the trees.My heart was beating with a strange, thrilling rush of excitement. Two days ago, I had called Rocco to thank him for helping me with the pack ledgers, asking if we could meet up in person. To my surprise, he hadn't hesitated. He let me pick the location outside his den, and he agreed without any fuss.I checked my face in the rearview mirror, adjusting the collar of my red shirt. I knew I was good-looking. I knew I was appealing to the eyes. And of course, it feels like this dangerous, powerful man was catching a real interest in me, and the feeling was completely mutual.I smiled. My jaw was surprisingly not aching from how much I had been smiling.I parked the car, pushed the heavy wooden door of the inn open, and stepped inside the dim, quiet room.Rocco was already sitting at a small table in the corner, staring right at me."I hate lateness," Rocco spoke u
DomI stepped out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a small white towel.I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw tightening in immediate frustration. Sitting right on the edge of my bed, looking completely comfortable, was Diane.I glared at her, my hands pausing over my wet hair. I knew for a fact that I had locked my door before taking a shower."How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice flat and cold.Diane looked up at me, giving a small, careless shrug. "This is my house, Dom.""I know it's your house," I replied, my voice sharp with annoyance. "But if you want to come inside, you should have knocked. I would have opened the door for you.""I didn't need to knock," she said softly. She held up her right hand, dangling a shiny metal spare key between her fingers.I stared at the key in her hand, utterly speechless. I could not believe she had actually gone all the way to the palace manager just to get a spare key to break into my room.It's something she can do, though. It's Dian
Julian I finished my quiet dinner in the side dining hall and walked slowly back to my wing. My head was finally clear. The crazy drama with Diane had worked out in my favor. One bad turn—we know I'm infertile now—but it had raised my trust level with her. As I walked down the dim corridor, I smiled to myself, thinking about Rocco. I owed that guy so much. I had no idea how Rocco got his hands on those files, but he was good. He was every bit as sharp as he claimed to be. I reached my bedroom, pushed the door open, and flicked the light switch on. My heart instantly stopped beating. Sitting back on the velvet couch near the corner of my room was Zee. He was leaning back casually, one knee crossed over the other, a cold, lazy smirk resting on his face. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice dropping into an angry whisper. Zee chuckled softly, his dark eyes sparkling under the bright overhead light. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? Can't I come visit my lover'







