Atlas's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp throwing shadows across the room while I tugged at the seam of the skin mask. It peeled away from my jaw in one smooth stretch, and I dragged it off my face with practiced patience. My reflection in the mirror across from me shifted from the plain disguise I’d worn all day into the real me.The resemblance was sharp, almost mocking—my face mirrored Enzo’s, Ash’s, Kael’s. Same bone structure, same predatory edge around the eyes, like we were carved from the same damn stone. I ran a hand down my cheek, tracing the sharper lines, and let the air hit my skin after hours of suffocating under the fake layer. The mask landed on the table with a dull slap.My shirt was half-buttoned, collar hanging loose, as I reached for the watch on the dresser. I liked everything neat, aligned. Tonight, it had to be. The cufflinks slid into place one after the other, the tie looped and tugged tight, shoes polished enough to refAtlas's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp throwing shadows across the room while I tugged at the seam of the skin mask. It peeled away from my jaw in one smooth stretch, and I dragged it off my face with practiced patience. My reflection in the mirror across from me shifted from the plain disguise I’d worn all day into the real me.The resemblance was sharp, almost mocking—my face mirrored Enzo’s, Ash’s, Kael’s. Same bone structure, same predatory edge around the eyes, like we were carved from the same damn stone. I ran a hand down my cheek, tracing the sharper lines, and let the air hit my skin after hours of suffocating under the fake layer. The mask landed on the table with a dull slap.My shirt was half-buttoned, collar hanging loose, as I reached for the watch on the dresser. I liked everything neat, aligned. Tonight, it had to be. The cufflinks slid into place one after the other, the tie looped and tugged tight, shoes polished enough to ref
Lisa's povI searched all over the house for him, my bare feet padding softly against the polished floor. The halls felt too quiet without him, too big, too lonely. My fingers brushed the wall as I walked, just to ground myself, because my heart was restless, like I was looking for a missing piece.Enzo.I wanted to see him, to breathe in his presence, to lose myself in those eyes that had a way of tearing me apart and stitching me back together in the same second. After what had happened earlier with Calla and Irene, I needed him—not just as Alpha, not just as protector, but as the man whose touch seemed to make sense of my chaos.I peeked into the sitting room. Empty. I checked the balcony. Empty. Finally, when I pushed open the door to his chambers, I saw him sitting by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, forearms resting on his thighs, staring at something far away in the distance like his mind was lost somewhere beyond the horizon.
Irene's pov I never thought the day would turn out this way. One moment, I had Lisa under my thumb, fetching me drinks as she should, and the next, Calla had stormed into the scene like some righteous storm and dragged her away right in front of everyone. My throat burned with disbelief. I just stood there, rooted in place, my hand still stretched out as if the glass of juice would magically appear in it. My face must have been a picture—eyes wide, lips parted, skin prickling with heat. Calla, of all people, had dared to defy me in that tone, in that sharp cutting voice that reminded me too much of a slap across the cheek.For a heartbeat, I was sure Enzo would appear and scold her. That’s how it should be, wasn’t it? The Alpha puts the maid in her place. But no one came. The only thing I was left with was the biting echo of her words in my ears.“The same way she’s the Alpha Luna, Lisa is also our Alpha’s mate—respected and not disrespected. If you need
Lisa's POV I lost count of how many times I had walked into the kitchen that day, but I knew it was at least five times. My hands were sticky from juice pulp, my patience frayed thin like a string about to snap. The smell of citrus clung to my fingers no matter how many times I rinsed them under the running tap. I had tried to tell myself to breathe, to stay calm, to not let it get to me—but each time Irene sent me back with that infuriatingly calm, collected tone of hers, it felt like I was shrinking smaller and smaller.“Again,” she had said the last time, barely glancing at me, her fingers brushing her dress as though the world revolved around her whims. “Less sugar this time. Or rather, no sugar at all. I don’t want it too cold either, but not warm. Just… perfect.”Perfect.As if I had nothing better to do with my day than to serve her demands. As if I wasn’t already walking on eggshells every time she looked at me.So there I was ag
Irene's POV I had barely settled myself when Ash leaned forward, his voice clipped but courteous as he said, “Irene, if you don’t mind, I think it’s best you excuse us for now. This isn’t really a Luna’s matter.”I caught the faintest strain in his words, as though he was weighing each syllable carefully to avoid offense, but the implication was sharp enough. My presence wasn’t required. My thoughts, my instincts, none of it mattered in that room filled with Alpha pride and decision-making.I smiled politely, folding my hands in front of me as if I hadn’t been dismissed. But I had. Ash made sure of it, and Bryan didn’t correct him. My mate sat still, nodding in agreement, silently agreeing with Ash’s assessment. It stung, but I wouldn’t show that sting.I rose smoothly, fixing my expression into the kind of calm serenity that always disarms people. “Of course,” I said, as if I had wanted to leave anyway. “I’ll take a look around. Perhaps I can ge
Enzo's POV I was in my office with Ash when the mindlink from Atlas cut through like a blade. His voice was sharp, laced with irritation, and beneath that, urgency.*“Enzo, Bryan made some decisions. He’s insisting on coming to your pack along with me. I’ll explain when we get there.”*I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple. Bryan again. That Alpha had a knack for complicating simple matters. I didn’t respond immediately, letting the weight of his words settle before answering.*“Fine,”* I sent back through the link, *“but don’t drag unnecessary tension into my walls. I’ll handle it once you’re here.”*When the link cut off, I caught Ash’s eyes on me. He had that quiet, calculating look he always wore when something smelled off.“What did he say?” Ash asked, already moving toward the window to glance out at the courtyard. His posture was stiff, his shoulders tight like he was expecting trouble to walk right up to the gates