Se connecterMy phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts. I pull my phone from my back pocket and realize that it’s Arthur.I turn it to show Landon and Brianna my screen. “I’m just going to take this,” I say holding up my index finger with a smirk.Turning on my heel, I spare a glance back toward them. “I’ll gi
(Sienna’s POV)Owen runs down the stairs. “I thought I heard a fight. What’s going on?” Brianna lashes out at me. “Look what you did, drawing my sweet Owen down here to all this commotion and your drama!” My eyes dart to him immediately. I know he’s almost an adult. It’s not like shocking. But gri
(Sienna’s POV)Landon doesn’t reach for the documents in my hand. Instead, he scoffs, “A court order, so fucking what, Sienna!” “Read it,” I say cooly, handing him the documents in a file fastened by the Royal seal. I notice out of the corner of my eyes, Brianna’s gaze fixating to the closure. La
(Sienna’s POV) I knock on the door of Arthur’s office, hesitantly. “Enter,” his deep voice booms from the other side of the hardwood construction. I do as instructed, holding my tongue. Goddess, he’s gorgeous He tilts his head to the side, studying me. With slightly squinted eyes and pursed lip
Glancing at her, I notice her nod, releasing the seams of her dress. Her right arm relaxes at her side, and she reaches for my hand with her left, lacing our fingers together. She stands to her full height, petite as it may be, with her shoulders straight and braced for the storm almost upon us. F
(Sienna’s POV)I wasn’t prepared. Arthur’s hands reach for my waist, pulling me taut to his chest. His arms could wrap around me twice, while his hands graze just slightly lower, gripping my ass. Butterflies flutter deep in my stomach at the sudden contact, the full invasion of my space by him. His
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the elevator. The air outside my office felt too still, too quiet. My assistant’s scent—usually coffee and floral shampoo—was laced with nerves. When I opened the door, I understood why.Landon stood in the middle of my office like he owned it,
The words hit like a physical blow. My chest aches as if someone has reached in and twisted my heart. My wolf whimpers, a sound of pure, helpless grief.“I—” I start, but my throat closes.I force a breath in, tasting champagne and perfume and the faint metallic tang of my own rising pain. I want to
I slam my phone down so hard the screen shakes.“That arrogant jerk,” I hiss. “He thinks this is a game.”My pulse races so fast it feels like it’s in my throat. For a second, I want to throw the phone at the wall, but I need it—so I curl my fingers into fists until my nails sting. Part of me wants
The next morning, I dive into research like my life depends on it. Because it does. I meet with legal teams across the city. I see human attorneys, pack-law specialists, and the Alpha Council advisors. Every office looks the same by the time I’m through: polished desks, too-bright lights, and lawyer







