LOGINLooking up like he didn’t just mock me for the third time in three days, he locks eyes on his sister. “And you see, we’ve been practically inseparable ever since.”She responds coldly. “Yes, it sounds like a whirlwind romance…a fairytale even.”Arthur nods thoughtfully, “Yes, Lizzie, you could say t
(Sienna’s POV)Arthur doesn’t speak for several heartbeats. I watch as his face on the video shifts from concern etched in his features to a look of contractual obligation. Suddenly, his chiseled jaw tightens. His eyes remain steady and hard. “Clean yourself up and return to Royal immediately,” My
My 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
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







