LOGINLANA'S POV
Lana's POV He patted my shoulder, then moved to stand directly in front of me. Purposefully and deliberately blocking any line of sight between me and Tyler, making sure I couldn't accidentally telegraph anything with my eyes or expression.I forced my voice low. Steady. "He's human. He won't be an obstacle."
Lana's POV I continued to pretend to submit. That's what survival looks like when you're trapped. Smile when Norman wants smiles. Nod when he wants agreement. But gather discreetly every scrap of evidence I could find – messages, meeting notes, names of his conspirators. I hid them in places no one would think to look, building a case brick by brick, piece by piece, waiting for the moment I could use it.
Lana's POV Damon's eyes had been so empty, so dead, but I was deeply hoping he'd walk right over it. And I was scared to the bones that maybe one of Norman's men would spot it. Maybe this tiny, desperate act of protection would fail like everything else.
Lana's POV The days blurred together. I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record. He thought I was cooperating. He thought I was his.And the
Lana's POV I stepped back, crossing my arms as I watched Norman study me for a long moment, those calculating eyes roaming over my face like he was reading a book. Then he smiled, that same unsettling smile from earlier, and gestured casually toward the warehouse door.
Lana's POV I looked at him. The Norman standing before me wasn't the same one who'd lounged on Damon's couch complaining about game lag. That Norman had been annoying but harmless. This one...
Sheila’s POVI had decided to attend Tide Holdings' little celebration out of boredom since I was still in Star Moon pack. The air inside one of the event center’s private lounge shimmered with low jazz and amber light, the kind that made expensive sins feel justified. Crystal glasses clinked. Laug
Lana’s POV The following day arrived like a sunrise that refused to hide its brilliance. The D-day of the Star-Moon Pack’s awards ceremony. My heart had barely slept the night before, a flurry of excitement, nerves, and that gnawing awareness that my name was, somehow, on the guest list. I’d never
Sheila’s POV“Do you think,” he murmured, his breath fanning my lips, “I dare not act on it?”The words hung between us, a threat, a promise, a plea.And I couldn’t tell which burned more.But one thing was clear, I wasn’t going to let him corner me.Not here. Not when his nearness made the air fe
Lana’s POV When Damon said he would give me anything, I thought it was just one of his smooth lines, the kind that slipped from his lips like honey and always left me unsure whether to laugh or melt.But it wasn’t until I thought of it and the next second that I learned what he truly meant. And he







