LOGIN(Sienna POV)For a moment, from the way Arthur stares at me, I think he doesn't recognize me. That's not it though. I don't know what's going on behind his eyes, but he definitely knows it's me. I smile, getting used to the feeling of it on my new lips. "What's that matter? Has my beauty stunned you
He needs my help.I pull on my last cuff. Straining my tired muscles with all my strength and trying to do… something. Snap a weak link or rip the hook from the ceiling, even break my wrist. Anything to get free and help my son.Amira's legs shift next and she uses them to lengthen her dash enough t
(Sienna POV)The chains above my head rattle as I thrash, not just in agony, but in an out of control dance of misfiring muscles as electricity has its way with me. I taste blood, and my entire body is coated in sweat which only makes the shocks worse. My arms ache from my wrists which are suspended
(Arthur POV)In my wolf form I tower over Damien. It feels good to shift, like stretching unused limbs. Saliva drips from my mouth in strands as I imagine the taste of his blood. I lick my lips and growl. Damien's smile splits his face like a wound, there's a fire in his eyes as he looks up at me. H
Gun raised, I led the way into the mansion. We've entered a long hallway that I know contains staff rooms, the least fancy sleeping quarters in the whole house and isolated. If I were keeping prisoners this is where I would keep them.One by one the rooms turn out to be empty and a seed of doubt tak
(Arthur POV)The vehicle comes to a stop. It's brand new, an electric thing to make it all but silent. No one will hear us coming. I look around the seating area. Bolson is checking his rifle for the thousandth time, trying to make sure that everything currently in his control remains in his control
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
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 didn’t accuse her,” I say coolly. “The public did.”“You’re manipulating this,” he snaps. “You’re trying to destroy her reputation.”“She can handle her own reputation,” I say. “I don’t need to lift a finger.”His breath crackles through the speaker, furious and uneven. “This isn’t over.”He hang







