LOGIN(Sienna POV) I haven't seen Demetria since the wedding. I didn't realize how much I missed her until she hugged me and her scent washed over me. Of course I missed her, she's my best friend. My wolf wags her tail. "Honeymoon?!" Demetria jumped up and down, "Girl I'm so excited for you! I bet that
(Catherine POV) "My- Sorry, our honeymoon?" Sienna gawks for a moment. Clearly I've caught her off guard. I regret that, I had only meant to create peace at the table. I knew since I met Lucien that he can be quick to anger, but it was rarely so unjust. Sienna hasn't done anything to deserve this.
"Disruptive?" Lizzie repeated incredulously. "Charlotte is of noble birth! You're just the leftovers of another Alpha. How are we supposed to trust you? You have no respect for the mates or marks." Arthur, do something!I think the thoughts with such intensity that I almost convince myself he can h
(Sienna POV) Praise the Goddess of the Moon, Charlotte isn't at dinner tonight. It's been so long since I've been able to relax. Being with Arthur and his pack has certainly stabilized my wolf, but she's also perpetually agitated by Charlotte, so on some days it can be difficult to feel the differe
(Lizzie POV) No sooner than I finish saying "Come in" Charlotte has thrown herself into my arms. Her face is a mess of snot and tears. Her shoulders are shaking as her body is wracked with sobs. I have no idea how such a little thing can do this much crying. "She's turning him against me!" Charlot
(Sienna POV)"You need to reign in your would-be beloved," I whisper the moment Arthur and I are alone. I am at my wits end with Charlotte. My ploy to turn her own tactics against her had been successful, but it was a very limited success. As much as I had resented having Charlotte follow me around
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,
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
“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
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







