Alexandra's POV
I stormed across the parking lot, my heels clicking loud against the pavement. Anger burned in my veins, pushing me faster. My face was hot, my throat tight. Embarrassed. Furious. Beyond words. I yanked the car door open and sank into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as I tried to breathe. How dare he? How dare he even think, for a second, that she was a hooker? Arrogant, lustful bastard! He didn’t even bother to apologize. Are all men like this—seeing nothing but sex? Or am I just cursed to attract this type? Leo, Peter… and now this one. I am glad that I will not see any of them again. The thought of the exhibition cut through my outrage like a faint light in the storm. If that asshole hadn’t reached out, what about my meeting? My gaze dropped to my phone. A new message blinked on the screen. Mr. Lennox: “My apologies, I had a minor accideAlexandra’s POVAs we stepped out of Magnolia, Samantha leaned in and whispered in my ear, her voice light but laced with mischief. “Tonight I’ll be too busy, but tomorrow, I expect a call from my dear sister, explaining why she so sneakily kept me in the dark about her new relationship.” She winked, looped her arm through Julian’s, and disappeared into the night.I was about to call a cab when Sebastian caught my hand and gently pulled me toward his black car.“I’m driving you home, my dear girlfriend,” he said with a smile.He opened the door to the back seat, slid in beside me without hesitation, and gave the driver a signal to move.“You didn’t even ask where I live,” I muttered, caught off guard.“I already found out. I mindlinked the driver with the address earlier,” he replied casually, like stalking me was the most natural thing in the world.The air in the car suddenly felt too tight. My lungs strained as I turned toward the window, needin
Mirabel’s POV My heart thundered in my chest. I knew I was walking a razor’s edge seing Rob. One wrong move, and I could lose everything—my title, my future. But my body didn’t care. It craved him. The way he touched me, the way he knew me… Gods, he was just so good in bed. But at the same time, I was terrified, If that camera flash hadn’t been my imagination, then someone had been watching me—and I had no doubt it was Leo’s doing I needed answers. Now. The timing was perfect. Leo’s father had just gone into his study. The corridor outside was empty, the perfect opportunity. I crept to the door,hoping they wouldn’t just discuss pack-related crap. I was right. I didn’t have to wait long. “Are you sure about that?” Alpha Jacob’s voice was deep, cautious. “Yes,” Leo replied, sounding tired. “I tried to talk to L
Samantha’s POV Tonight was my night out with my sister. I knew that no matter how successful she seemed, she was still mourning her relationship with Leo—even if she tried to pretend she didn’t care anymore. I could only imagine how the news of Mirabel’s pregnancy would crush her. Sooner or later, she was going to find out. Tonight, I would do my best to help her unwind. I parked my car, and as soon as I opened the door to climb out, the most divine scent hit me—cinnabons. My wolf, Cherry, stirred restlessly in my head. “Mate is here,” she purred. Warmth spread through my body. I was about to meet my mate. It’s the most important moment in any werewolf’s life—to meet the one fated by the Moon Goddess herself. I checked my reflection in the
The aura of the Alpha snapped across the man before me—tense, controlled fury as he struggled to resist my command. It clung to him like a stormcloud until, at last, he released Alexandra’s hand. She looked up at me, shocked and vulnerable, her brows drawing together as if she was unsure whether to thank me or curse me. Then suddenly Cristine arrived. Gliding toward us with her signature glossy hair and ever-present plastic smile, she was the last person I wanted to see right now—especially with my brother, Xavier, trailing behind her. It's just perfect. Cristine flicked her hair off her shoulder and tilted her head. “Girlfriend? I didn’t know you were dating anyone.” Her eyes glinted, burning with jealousy. That flash, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it. “Yes, I also found my pure love” I replied softly, emphasizing pure
Alexandra's POV Mirabel's pregnancy rattled me. The ballet class and cold shower afterwards calmed my nerves a little, but the thoughts of her pregnancy still wouldn’t leave my mind. I was supposed to meet Samantha later at Topaz, the bar in the Grand Celestia Hotel—the same hotel where I had been embarrassed in the restaurant. I just hoped there wouldn’t be any accidents tonight. I had just stepped inside my apartment when the doorbell rang. Oh, I totally forgot Arabella said she’d send a dress for tonight by courier. The courier was indeed at the door—but he was holding a massive bouquet of red roses, easily more than fifty. The flowers smelled divine. The card attached to the bouquet read: "My most beautiful flower, I will not give up on you—even if it takes a lifetime to prove my love to you. Forever yours, Peter."
Aleksandra POV I arrived at my ballet class, my feet moving on autopilot, yet my mind was elsewhere. The complex was a three‑story building with a gym and various rooms for fitness programs. As I entered the building, I noticed a familiar figure at reception. Mirabel was standing there in a sports bra far too small her breasts seemed ready to spill out, and leggings, holding a gym bag. I’d never seen her in the fitness centre before, and her heavy makeup didn’t suggest she was really into exercise. I slowed down, I did not want her to notice me. She left the reception area and moved toward the yoga room. My heart skipped a beat: this wasn’t just any yoga room, but the one where Coach Rob held private prenatal yoga classes. It hit me like a bomb. Mirabel was pregnant—with Leo’s pup.