LOGIN“In hindsight,” Damien said, glancing at the boutique surrounding us before looking down at the shopping bags hanging from his wrist, ‘That sounds unlikely.”
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, and it caught both of us off guard. His brows lifted ever so slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that reaction from me.
“I apologize,” he said.
“What? For what?”
“My explanation lacked credibility, pardon me.”
“You think so?” I questioned.
I folded my arm
“Would you like me to wrap it up for you, Miss?” the attendant asked with a warm smile and a stare that looks like she’s teasing me.I glanced down at the midnight-blue gown and answered, “I’ll take it.”She then beamed, “Excellent choice!”Nyx stretched lazily inside my head and I rolled my eyes as the attendant disappeared towards the register. Damien had already stepped aside, giving me space for some reason I have no idea on.“So,” I said as we waited.“Do you always analyze stranger to recommend clothes to them? You can definitely work on sales,” I joked.His lips curved over my statement, “Only those significant enough to observe.”I looked at him, “Am I significant?”“I didn’t say that,” he denied and looked at the ceiling.Nyx whispered.He’s scary.”You said you liked him, what, swallowing words now huh?”I did say that. But he’s still scary.“Should I be concerned?” I chuckled.“Of course not,” he defended as a laugh came out of my mouth.The attendant returned with several n
“In hindsight,” Damien said, glancing at the boutique surrounding us before looking down at the shopping bags hanging from his wrist, ‘That sounds unlikely.”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, and it caught both of us off guard. His brows lifted ever so slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that reaction from me.“I apologize,” he said.“What? For what?”“My explanation lacked credibility, pardon me.”“You think so?” I questioned.I folded my arms, the corners of my lips refusing to settle. “So, you’re admitting that you lied?” I asked.“I admitted my explanation was poor, my lady,” he said like it was final.His expression remained completely serious, as I stared at him for a second before shaking my head then said, “You do realize most people would at least attempt to defend themselves at times like this.”“I considered it, yes.” He shrugged.“And? You know what you’re funny, I’d give that to you.”“
Genevieve Everhart’s POVThe first morning after my divorce felt surprisingly ordinary. There’s no overwhelming sense of freedom. Neither devastating heartbreak waiting to greet me the moment I opened my eyes.Just sunlight spilling through the curtains, birds chirping somewhere outside my apartment, and Nyx grumbling because I had rolled over the bed over one too many times during the night.You snore.“I do not.”You absolutely do, loud I thought it was earthquake.“I, I breathe. Just aggressively,” I denied.You drool too.“I liked you better when you’re questioning Nathan.”Nyx immediately went quiet.“Thought so,” I scoffed.I pushed myself upright and stretched, only to freeze when my eyes landed on the empty side of the bed. For years, waking up meant instinctively checking whether Nathan had already left for training or if he’d fallen asleep beside me after another late-night council meeting.Now there was nothing, no lingering scent of cedarwood the moment I open my eyes. No
The door was closed shut and for several seconds, the only sound left in the room was the faint hum of his footsteps through the hallway and the click of the door he left closed.“House of Vale…”The words escaped my mouth as the name once again lingered on my tongue, beside me, Nathan finally looked away from the door.“Do you know what that means?”I glanced at him.“You’ve heard of them? He asked once again.“I’ve heard the name,” I responded.“When?”I opened my mouth and then closed it thinking it might not be the best choice to answer honestly. I just know that House of Vale is one of the prestigious and powerful houses here. Other than that, I don’t even know much about Damien, I literally met him today, what can I say if I say all of this to Nathan.“Somewhere before, but I don’t know he’s from the Vale’s,” I uttered.“If you’re hiding things from me, Genevieve, you know what’s coming for you,” he said and stared right through me.I put my gaze back at him and stared at him wi
Damien then walked back to his seat and continued to finish every drop of the tea remaining on his cup.“I think with this size, it will perfectly fit her.” I glanced it and put the box on the table before pushing it towards him.“I can handle my own dress,” I continued.“Are you sure? This is originally for you.” He held it.“I don’t want anything to do with you or your mom so better keep it or let another person intended for it, use it.”Nathan just froze on his seat, looking at me with pure disbelief on what he is hearing. The room then felt too narrow for three of us carrying entirely different storms.I rested one hand against the edge of my apartment door, silently wondering how my peaceful afternoon had somehow turned into this.Just a finalized divorce, then a mysterious stranger who came knocking at my door that my wolf doesn’t even push away, and now an ex-husband sitting in the same room with us like the conversation in the court hadn’t even happened.The silence stretched j
I grabbed two chipped cups from my cupholder and started brewing black earl tea in the kitchen. I looked at the two sitting on my couch in the living room, intensely looking at each other with their hands clasped in front of them while they’re leaning forward each other. I rolled my eyes at them and continued my work on the tea. I grabbed a tray and a rubber mat and put the mugs on the tray after a few minutes and grabbed the sugar container and a couple of teaspoons with it before grabbing it and putting it in the center table of the living room. They just watched me go back and forth the kitchen and living room like children and after a while, I finally sat on the single couch in between the two long couch they’re sitting on. “There’s sugar if you want it sweet, let me just grab the things.” I stood once again and was about to head to my room but Nathan held my hand while I was passing in front of him. “What? Is there anything you need? Mr. Whitmore?” I asked and he just stared







