Masuk(Siena POV) Charlotte is here. Of fucking course she is. She's walking into the dining room with her eyes cast down and a nervous tremor in her hands. She's the last one here, Lucien, Catherine, Lizzie, and Arthur are all here already. Arthur never came back to bed last night. He told me that it wa
(Sienna POV) Lizzie's nose wrinkles in disgust at the sight of me and Arthur so close to each other. His hand is only barely not on my thigh and my neck is cranned back to look up at him as he looms over me. He's never felt more like an Alpha to me than this moment and my wolf quakes with desire. S
(Sienna POV) With as often as I wear heels you'd think they wouldn't make my feet ache anymore. I almost moan as I take them off, enjoying the feeling of the cool floor on my soles. Weddings are exhausting as is, add in everything to do with Charlotte? I'm sleeping for a week. Good thing the contra
(Sienna POV)The room is dimly lit. Arthur's family –my family now– has gathered to discuss what Charlotte had told us. The rogues that took her were a threat to the country and the pack, something needs to be done about it. The air is thick with secrecy, which feels absurd. Everyone in the country
“I felt safe the moment you scooped me up into your arms,” she says, looking at me then back to Arthur. “I found great comfort in the way you carried me bridal style all the way to the hospital for immediate care.” “Her choice of words is interesting,” my wolf points out. I scoff internally. “Yes,
(Sienna’s POV)Charlotte lunges into Arthur’s arms, burying her head in his shoulder. “Oh, Arthur, I was so scared. I wanted you so badly to show up in time to rescue me!” His arms seem to instinctively wrap around her, protectively, I muse. Lovingly. Goddess, this is not supposed to bother me! F
Arthur looked at me like my rejection had short-circuited something in his brain. For half a second, his mask slipped. Then the pressure in the room shifted as he let his dominance out on purpose, as if he could force me to reconsider through sheer intimidation.The air thinned, but I held my ground
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,
After the banquet, all I want is a hot shower, my bed, and thirty minutes without my phone buzzing.But clearly, bad luck was still following me.Instead, when the car drops me off and I walk toward my building, a figure steps out from the shadows near the entrance. Of course. Landon.He’s leaning







