MasukRAVEN Lyall stood as well, and for a brief moment, neither of us spoke before he took a slow breath and corrected himself. “I need to fix that. I don’t think I’m in love with you, Raven,” he said, and I looked away, embarrassed. Of course he didn’t think that. He was joking, but stupid me took it too seriously and made a complete fool of myself, all shocked and shit like a desperate schoolgirl. I was about to laugh and try to conceal my shame when he added, “Thinking implies a choice, or that I could logic my way out of it if I tried hard enough. But I couldn’t. So I know I’m in love with you, Raven Chesterfield.” My heart slammed into my chest so hard that I nearly vomited. “From the second I laid eyes on you on that training field, my entire world narrowed down to one single truth: how much I wanted you, because every instinct I have screams that you belong next to me. I left my house in the middle of the night and spent the whole morning driving around like a madman looking for
LYALLFeeling like I had no choice, I agreed with my wolf’s crazy plan despite every rational part of me screaming that it was reckless. I walked out of the penthouse, already deciding I would only shift my face, just enough to sharpen my senses and pull her scent from the air.But as soon as I stepped into the corridor, I realized how ridiculous that idea was. The main entrance of the thirteen-story building was illuminated by bright security lights. If I tried anything on the front steps, the night doorman inside would spot the change instantly.Another idea sparked, and I rushed to the car. The windows were heavily tinted. I could open the street-side door slightly, lean out, and let the wolf take over my face for a few seconds without anyone noticing. That was the direction the scent would have taken anyway.I slid into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and did it. The moment the shift settled over my features, scents layered themselves in perfect clarity, hers cutting through e
LYALLI pushed through the glass doors of The Marc at 2:20 a.m. into a lobby that was dead silent under the soft glow of the overnight lights, manned by a skeleton crew.The atmosphere shifted as soon as I crossed the threshold. The desk agent's spine stiffened while the concierge slipped his phone into his pocket with a subtle movement, his eyes widening slightly. They recognized me right away but kept it low-key, which I appreciated. The last thing I needed was anyone trying to take pictures.“Good evening, Mr. Kingsley. Welcome to The Marc. How may we assist you this morning?”I told them who I was looking for, and the desk agent tapped quickly at the computer before his face settled into a mask of professional regret.“I’m terribly sorry, sir. Ms. Chesterfield checked out of our system yesterday afternoon.”The words rooted me to the spot. “Checked out? What do you mean? Where did she go? Where is she?”He gently held up both hands. “Sir, we don’t have access to her forwarding det
RAVEN“Your eyes... why are your eyes doing that?”Leland looked away, blinking hard like he hadn’t realized it before. He sucked in a slow breath and then looked at me again, and the intensity was still there, but the strange glow was gone.“Contacts,” he said.That explained a lot, and I felt my own expression shift. Oh. So Lyall must have been wearing contacts that night too. He had gorgeous golden eyes that everyone always talked about, but he could still wear gold contacts for extra effect, I told myself.I thought it was strange how they seemed to glow for a second, and I had put it down to the light. But when I saw Leland’s eyes doing the same thing, I knew I hadn’t imagined it.I cleared my throat. “Why can’t you just let me be?”He glanced away for a second before answering. “Because I care.”I scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”“True,” he said. “Call me weird for caring about a stranger, but I do,” he added more quietly and took the suitcase handle again. I pulled in a deep
RAVENPushing myself out of the bed where I had been crying, I forced my legs to move, leaving the sheets twisted from the hours I had spent curled up on top of them. Lyall had called twice, and both times I let the phone ring until it stopped. I didn't trust my voice, nor did I trust what he might say next.I would not stay here and let him shape me into whatever version of myself suited him best. However, Palo Alto was one of the world's most expensive housing markets, and for a freshman with limited savings, a standard hotel was completely out of reach. So I had to broaden my search.Grabbing the phone he had bought me only added to my sense of being trapped, and I looked around the room, at everything that belonged to him. I felt like throwing up and typed quickly, scrolling through options until I came across The Cardinal Hotel on Hamilton Avenue.It was a quick twelve-minute walk from The Marc, right in downtown Palo Alto, and while they had expensive suites, the listing also s
LYALLAfter what felt like hours of fighting my wolf in the darkened room, I finally wrestled it back under control. By the time the red haze cleared, both of us were wrecked. The guilt was so heavy it sat on my chest like it were physical, and neither of us could explain what the hell had happened. I'd been trying to hold it together one minute and tearing our bedroom apart the next.It all began with Raven. Somewhere in the last few hours, the fixation had taken hold and refused to let go. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—her voice, the way she looked when she was trying not to smile, and the strength she carried without even realizing it.I’d tried reminding myself that I was married and that Sable was everything I had ever claimed I wanted. But the territorial surge grew, irrational and furious, every time I imagined Raven out there in California without me.The more I tried to shove it down, the hotter it burned until the only thing that made sense to the animal inside me was g







