LOGINVelvet’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the hallway. The servants were whispering. The maids were staring at me like I had committed a crime. I did not understand anything.Then Selina stepped forward.She held a food tray in her hand. Her face was twisted in fake pain. She pointed at me like I was a monster.“Velvet put wolfsbane in my food!” she shouted.Everything froze inside me. I could not even breathe. I just stared at her, shocked.Before I could speak, one of the maids gasped loudly. Another one shouted that I was wicked. Then the crowd formed around me.I tried to talk. “I did not—” But no one allowed me to finish.Selina kept talking fast. The tears in her eyes fake. “I caught her in the kitchen. Look….. She's the one who did that……because she's jealous of me…… because she's fighting for Zavian.” I stood there speechless, wondering what was going on. My eyes flinched from left to right but each direction I went, people stared at me. With deep ange
Selina’s POV The moment I stepped into the estate I knew something was not right. It seemed like the estate had secrets that everyone overlooked but I couldn't overlook it. Especially when it was a threat to my position.The first time I noticed it, I made excuses for it. A book slightly out of place on Zavian’s desk, the type he would ever use. A faint new scent in the corridor leading to his room, a scent that did not belong to him. Servants whispered too quietly, their eyes avoiding mine whenever I walked by. It was not a new thing, servants always knew things they just wouldn't say.Everyone else looked past these things.I didn’t.Because I had something to protect:my claim to become Luna, and my get Zavian, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.So I observed them closely.And that was how I discovered Velvet.The little Omega who thought she could slip through halls she did not belong in. The girl who moved like a timid shadow but left traces everywhere she went. She
Velvet's POV At first, everything looked exactly the way it should.Charts organized by date.Medical devices neatly arranged.Heart-rate monitors blinking steady little lights.Clipboards filled with my handwriting, precise, controlled, professional.And then there was Zavian.Sitting in the chair across from me like any other research subject… except he wasn’t.He could never be.My wolf reacted to him long before the monitors did.But I tried to treat him like a normal participant. Like every other test subject.I strapped sensors to his wrists, to monitor his heart rest and another on my wrist.I adjusted the monitor on his throat, while trying to explain the experiment as much as I could.I tried to be professional and calm.Unfortunately the only illusion lasted maybe seven seconds.Because the moment my fingers brushed his skin, the air changed.It always changed with him.The monitors were the first to betray me sharp, sudden spikes in my pulse rate flashing across the screen
Zavian's POV I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into the house.Velvet didn’t look at me. Not once. She just sat there on the couch with books in her lap, pretending the world outside those pages didn’t exist. Pretending I didn’t exist.I tried to stay composed, tried to draw breath without feeling frustrated, but the moment our eyes met, no, the moment she refused to meet mine, I felt every muscle in my body tighten.“Velvet,” I said, voice steady, low, controlled. “What’s wrong with you? What is happening?”No answer.She stared at her hands as if they were suddenly more interesting than anything else.I stepped closer. “I asked you a question. Stop ignoring me, we can't settle things if I don't even know what's going on.”Still nothing.My wolf growled in my chest, a deep, vibrating rumble only she should ever hear. She didn’t respond, not with words, and that infuriated me more than any argument could have.She just shook her head, still refusing to look at me. Her g
Velvet’s POV I thought the thesis would be simple.I was wrong.The first week had been relatively easy. Observing a single Omega without a mate, charting cycles, taking notes, preparing reports, it all felt manageable, even kind of fun.But then I reached the stage that mattered most: the stage that had kept me awake at night, the stage that now felt impossible. I needed an Alpha test subject. One male, unclaimed Alpha, willing to participate so I could observe interactions, pheromone responses, and various mating signals they give off. I had approached quite a number of Alphas.Unfortunately for me no one volunteered.No one showed interest.Most of the students with Alpha ranks were already mated, some married, some too occupied in their pack responsibilities to be bothered by what I was doing, some too young or too ambitious to entertain a distraction like this. A few of the more cautious Alphas avoided the subject entirely, shaking their heads politely, as if saying, not my pro
Velvet’s POV College had never felt quite like this.Not because of the classes or the workload. Not because I was struggling with lectures or practicals. No, it was because every corner of my mind, every beat of my heart, was still tangled around him. Zavian. The way he looked at me sometimes. The way he barely restrained himself in the when he fucked me. The way he always reminded me that I belong to him.I was running on fumes, chasing my studies to keep myself from obsessing over him. When Professor Kate called me into her office I hoped it would be the getaway I needed to find peace.She was sharp, professional, she was the kind of woman whose calm expression could be intimidating. Her glasses perched on her nose, her hair perfectly tied up in a bun, and her lab coat wrapped around her perfectly. I swallowed nervously as she gestured for me to sit.“Velvet,” she called out the moment I sat down. “For your thesis this semester, I’ve chosen a very specific topic for you.”I nodde
Velvet’s POV The car drove into a busy street. Somehow I guessed we were close to my new college. My body still hummed from what happened earlier. My fingers played with the hem of my skirt, and I kept sneaking glances at Zavian’s face. He was focused on the road as though he's the driver. Even
Zavian’s POV Wearing a short, skimpy skirt hadn't been a bad idea after all, as she was now sitting on her daddy's lap, her skirt not quite covering her butt, nothing between her pussy and my boner. My cock was hard and I could feel it pulsing directly under her pussy. She wore no panties. She w
Velvet's POV I should note it's gonna be a very hot August day and I need to wear a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible. I didn't know how long the drive would take. “Daddy,” I stuttered. He turned. “What if we medical students are required to live on campus for academic efficienc
Velvet’s POV My palms became sweaty, my legs were shaking. But he grabbed me firmly by the waist, pulling me towards him, his lips brushed, our nostrils. I shut my eyes, ceasing my breath. Where's this leading to? I couldn't ignore the pang in my heart. It's obvious something spicy was going to







