INICIAR SESIÓNI meet his gaze with my eyes deadpan, locked on his. “Yes. She was out of line.”Sienna remains silent at me side, yet I notice out of the corner of my eye that while the rest of the room has lowered their heads in submission to my father, hers remains even…with green eyes looking straight ahead to
(Arthur’s POV)Sipping my whiskey, I listen only half-heartedly as Uncle Philip and Daniel kiss up to Father.Scanning the room, my gaze falls to Sienna. She’s beautiful, I admit to myself. I thought her hair was dark brown or possibly even light black before, but standing with her back to the windo
Looking 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
The official clarification I release is clean, sharp, and professional. My PR team helps me polish the language until it sounds like someone far steadier than I feel. We post it on every platform we have, attach certification documents, screenshots, statements from suppliers, everything short of car
I turn at the sound of my name and freeze.A small knot of women is standing a few feet away, clutching champagne flutes and designer clutches. I know them instantly. Landon’s pack. The same women who used to laugh behind their manicured hands about the wolfless nanny who would never be Luna, never
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 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,







