로그인Velvet’s POV I finally managed to escape Melissa and Ivy's chattering when we got to school, I headed for my class and they headed for theirs.I sat at my usual desk, pen in hand, notebook open, the date written neatly on the top corner of the page.And that was all I had written.My mind refused to stay still long enough to form a coherent thought. Each time I blinked, flashes of Zavian and Salina's body together, him under her fucking her with the same passion he fucked me with.So much for not wanting her, everything I had seen had shown me something different from what he had told me.The professor’s voice faded in and out, like a distant echo.“…and that brings us to Velvet? Miss Wylder?”My head jerked up.The professor raised an eyebrow at me, clearly annoyed.I opened my mouth to apologize. I thought I had been caught zoning out in class.But the classroom door swung open before I could say a word.My heart went cold.Zavian stood at the doorway.He wore a dark shirt, sleeve
Velvet’s POV The morning arrived way quicker than I had wanted, I woke up with a headache pressing behind my eyes and a heaviness in my chest that felt like a stone lodged under my ribs. For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, forcing myself not to think about what I had seen, the very sight that had haunted me the whole night.The exposed nudes did not hurt half as much as his betrayal. He had finally proven to me that his promises were worthless and his feelings made me feeble.I didn't have time to like my wounds or nurse my broken heart.Because I had lectures.A normal girl with a normal life would simply dress up, grab her bag, and go.I wasn’t normal. My life wasn’t normal. And nothing about the mess I was in felt normal.I was in pain, I needed comfort.Still, I forced myself up, going through the motions was easier than sitting still with my thoughts.I showered quickly, dressed in jeans and a fitted top, applied light makeup to hide the dark eyebags a
Velvet’s POVThe moment Harry walked out of my room, I felt a cold, unsettled feeling forming deep in my stomach. His expression, the stiffness in his voice, the way he avoided my eyes… everything about him felt off.Too off.I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers trembling around my phone as I stared at the screen again, thirty missed calls from Dad, several unread messages, and then the one thing I could never unsee.The video.My body twisted with shame, fear, and anger. My throat tightened until I could hardly swallow. My cheeks burned with humiliation just thinking about it.And the worst part?Dad’s voice from earlier still echoed in my head, filled with disappointment and pain.Velvet, what is this? Who sent this? Why didn’t Zavian tell me anything?My fingers clenched tighter around the phone.I needed answers, certainty. I needed to know who was behind this.I don't like the feeling of having to keep my guard up with everyone, it would drain me.Because if there was one thing
Velvet’s POV For the first time in weeks, I finally had a good night's sleep. I slept deeply. I'm certain that no amount of nice would wake me up.No worries, no trouble.Just warmth. Zavian’s warmth still lingering in my sheets, on my skin, in the memory of how he held me the night before.I woke with a slow smile, showing how satisfied and content I was. My body still tingled with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had whispered my name like it was something fragile and precious. For one night, I felt like his entire world.But my peace and joy never lasted in Raventhills.Not with Selina stalking the estate like a well-dressed curse. Not with the elders circling us like vultures.I stretched lazily, rolling onto my back before picking up my phone that had been blinking on the nightstand.Thirty missed calls. All from Dad.Hundreds of messages from different chats, which was unusual. Alarm bells started ringing instantly.My heart sank, I could feel chills running down
Selina’s POV I woke with a jolt, my heart beating so fast and uneven, the way it always was whenever I dreamed of Zavian over the years.I’d lost, the years I convinced myself I could win back if I tried hard enough. I wiped my sweat, annoyed at my own vulnerability. I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. Not when I needed to keep an eye on him. Not when that little wolf girl was still in the estate breathing the same air as him.I stretched, blinking heavily at the faint moon light coming through my curtains. My hand slid instinctively across the bed, searching for the familiar warmth I once knew so well. But of course… It was cold. Empty. He hadn’t been sleeping beside me. Not even close. It had been eleven years, but he still stayed as far away from me as he could while still being forced to acknowledge our son lived here now.I sat up slowly, confusion washing over me as I touched my hair and realized I wasn’t in my robe. Instead, I had slept in the same lavender pajamas I always wor
Selina’s POV I was in my bedroom all alone once again. I'd been standing by the open window on the ground floor trying to catch a slight breeze to cool my warm skin on another sultry, close night. I turned from the window toward my bed and then froze. I swore I could feel a presence and caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye but didn't dare look.The flimsily light curtain flapped gently as a slight gust of warm, static air entered the room. I stood, unable to move. Then a voice came out of the darkness. Deep, soft and commanding."Why are you alone here again tonight Selina? A smart woman as sexy as you deserves more - so much more."Then from the corner of the dimly lit bedroom a figure emerged and stood close behind me. I jumped a little at the feel of his muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me close to him, safe and warm. He gently kissed me behind the ear and I felt a tingling sensation as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. His lips then traced
Velvet’s POVAs I wandered through the empty house, my heart ached with a sexual longing. My sexy daddy was away for Fred’s wedding, leaving me by myself to endure this loneliness. The silence was over whelming, it increased my longing, the hunger gnawing within my core. It had been just a day si
Velvet's POV I kept the catalog away as if I was hiding away my most priced treasure. At that moment that catalog was indeed my price treasure with Zavian far away in Switzerland this was the closest I could get.I felt sticky all over after my little pleasure. As I made my way towards the bathroo
Zavian's POV Her tone was clearly filled with invitation. Suggestion and Temptation.I looked at her properly then. She was indeed beautiful, yes but there was nothing behind it. No spark. No heartbeat that called her mine. Her eyes were practiced with warmth, not fire. She was just like every oth
Velvet’s POVThe next morning felt boring. The pack house was silent. The kind of silence that wrapped around me like a heavy blanket.Zavian’s scent still lingered in the air, warm spice, cedar, and something seductive, something that always made my chest tighten. Every room carried him, yet none







