LOGIN(Sienna POV)There are a lot of parties this week. We already celebrated the designs that advanced from phase one to phase two of the royal dress contract contest. Now there is a whole banquette to show off the designs for round two. Models strut along elevated stages in all the designs. The room is
(Sienna POV)Today has been good. My wolf has been stabilizing again between my medication, rest, and Arthur's renewed efforts, and Dr. Saffron has become increasingly optimistic at the chances of my recovery. At the very least I'm in the progress of buying myself more time. I spent a nice morning w
(Sienna POV)After a few days of taking it easy Arthur has finally given me his blessing to get back to work. Provided I promise to still take it easy. It's easy to roll my eyes at his concern, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't endearing him to me again. He's managing to ride a fine line between
(Sienna POV)I won. I won. I won. I can't believe I won. Holy shit I won.Okay, I haven't quite won yet. This is just the first of two rounds, there's still time for me to be eliminated. But damn is it hard not to feel like I've won. A party was thrown to celebrate the advancements and to give the e
Landon scoffs, but it takes him too long to start talking. "Images get upscaled for journalistic uses all the time.""I didn't know you were so invested in journalism, Landon." The more Landon talks the more certain I am of his direct involvement. "But my cybersecurity team has already assured me th
(Arthur POV)I spent most of the last two days in bed with Sienna. Our relationship is feeling stable again but this has happened a few times now. I'm not quite content to consider things resolved, I know this might just be another smooth patch in a pot-hole ridden road, but for now things are good
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 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







