RichardThe morning after the gala, I summoned Elsa to my office.She arrived in silk and pearls, still dressed like she thought she had a place here. Her expression was cool and composed, until she saw my face."You're not even going to offer me tea?" she asked, settling into the chair like she own
I stepped down to murmurs of praise and hands reaching out to shake mine.At the back of the room, Elsa stood motionless, a glass of champagne clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter in her hand. Her eyes locked on mine.I smiled at her.She didn’t smile back."To orphans. May they know their
AmeliaThe event was supposed to be a display of unity. The kind that costs a fortune to manufacture, chandeliers sparkling above crystal place settings, soft music fluttering like a pulse beneath polite conversation.This was the first gala held since Richard officially became one of two final cand
I wanted to scream.Because that’s what it felt like. Like I was unraveling. Like I was losing ground with every lie I let stand.But I needed time.Time to get the final vote secured. Time to finish arranging our war councils. Time to make the Pack believe I was exactly what they needed: an Alpha w
RichardI watched the hallway long after the door closed behind me, long after her scent faded and the quiet sounds of her breathing cracked into sobs she thought I wouldn’t hear. My wolf paced furiously inside me, restless and near feral, urging me to turn around, to break the door down if I had to
"Keep going," I said, my voice low but firm. "I want to hear it. All of it.""You straddled me on that bed and begged me not to stop. You bit me, Amelia. You left your mark on me right here—" He tugged the collar of his shirt down, revealing the faint red scar just below his collarbone. My mark, bar