AmeliaIt broke just after dawn.The footage wasn’t new. It was grainy and clipped at the beginning and end, pulled from a hallway security camera weeks ago. In it, Richard and I stood a little too close. My hand was on his arm. His head tipped down as if he were about to say something just for me.
Her wolf lingered just beneath the surface, visible in her stance, the sharpness of her gaze, the rhythm of her breath. The girl they had dismissed as an intern was gone.Midway through, she paused and met the eyes of one of the Alphas who had led the push for her removal. Her expression didn’t flic
RichardWe made the decision together.It wasn’t a planned conversation, or one of our increasingly rare closed-door strategy sessions. It happened late the night before, in the hallway outside the records annex. I was on my way to flag a discrepancy in a supply ledger, she was returning from an imp
And for the first time all day, I could breathe.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there before I heard footsteps behind me.When I turned, Richard was already halfway across the courtyard. His hair was soaked, his shirt plastered to his chest. He looked younger like this. Less like a king and more lik
AmeliaThe smear campaign began like all good lies, with a seed of truth, a carefully chosen sliver of reality used as the foundation for something uglier. David's team didn’t need to fabricate a scandal. They simply amplified what was already there: the optics, the rumors, the awkward silences, the
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