LOGINLira’s POV“There are customers at table eight,” Maya says, dropping some dirty plates into the sink and already heading out to attend to another customer. “Go and attend to them.”The restaurant is especially busy today, to the extent that we haven’t caught a break since we resumed this morning. In fact, we are short-staffed, and Mr. Clinton has already put out an employment notice online for those who are interested.“Alright…” I call after her. “I’ll just drop the milkshake for the customer at table ten and head there immediately.”“Here,” the barista says, handing me a tray of milkshakes. “Be careful.”“Thank you,” I murmur and move carefully out of the kitchen toward the restaurant.I walk toward table ten, which is at the center of the room, before heading to table eight at the far end of the room.I already have a professional smile on my face, but it disappears instantly when my eyes land on the duo in front of me. Breath seizes in my lungs completely as I watch them gossip an
Seraphina’s POVInside the clubhouse, Wolves and Whispers buzzes with energy. Red neon lights pulse through the room like a heartbeat. Loud music blazes from the speakers, threatening to rip my eardrums apart. Strippers in fishnet dresses are on the stage, twisting around a pole erected in the middle, while some are straddling men. The smell of tobacco, cigars, and alcohol is thick in the air.“Baby,” the men call as I walk in. “Over here.”“You are so pretty.”“Can we spend the night together?”Those poverty-stricken bastards.If only they knew who was beneath the mask, they would regret ever trying to take me for one of those cheap ladies.Of course, I have to wear a mask on my face to conceal my identity. An award-winning model like me can’t be caught dead in this hellhole. I won’t let Lyra and the rest of the girls who are jealous of my achievements at the modeling company get something to use to drag me through the mud and make me lose out on this year’s award.Even earlier, when
Seraphina’s POVThat fucking bitch dared to hit me!How dare she?I am the princess of the Gravemoor Pack, for crying out loud, and she dared to lay her filthy finger on me?And to think that my pathetic fiancé stood there and did nothing at all makes the whole situation even more fucking annoying.Yeah… I’m the princess, heir to my father’s throne, and I’m supposed to be powerful, but then… I don’t care about harnessing my powers because I have always wanted to be a model.In fact, I purposely chained my wolf and powers down with forbidden black magic so that Father would see me as weak and wouldn’t force me to take over his throne.I love being a princess, but never a king. I have no desire to be bound by pack laws and duties.The only one who has ever made me want to be a Luna is Rylan. I love him so much, and it pains me to the core that he can’t see my love for him. He is still head over heels for her—the woman who has never given a fuck about him.How so?Both Grayson brothers l
Lira’s POV“So you are breaking up with me because of this bitch, isn’t it?” Seraphina’s voice echoes through the night.I roll my eyes, frustration coursing through my veins. The arrogant princess has arrived with her troublesome antics.She storms toward us, her heels striking the floor sharply.I turn toward her, trying so hard to calm myself down. I will never stoop to her level.She claps her hands, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Oh… lovebirds… am I interrupting something?” She sneers. “You were about to kiss, right? How shameless can you be, Lira. You acted like you didn’t want him, yet here you are throwing yourself at him.”Humiliation creeps up my cheeks as her words burn into my chest.I have always hated the fact that I am somehow still vulnerable to Rylan, no matter what. He came here earlier to tell me that he knows the real reason I broke up with him.I swear… I want to push him away. I shouldn’t even be in a relationship right now, considering the probl
Rylan’s POVBy the time I’m done explaining everything to Father, his mouth is wide open. He looks like he can’t believe his ears.Finally, he clears his throat. “Lira is a good woman, son,” he says softly, his voice dripping with admiration. “She is so selfless—to the point of sacrificing her happiness for you. Only a few women can do that.”I let out a bitter scoff. “No, Father. Lira is anything but selfless. She did not think about my feelings when she made that decision. She wasn’t afraid of losing me at all.”“But she wanted your progress,” he retorts, his voice so defensive that one would think he is Lira’s lawyer. “She must have known what would happen if River became king, so she acted promptly to prevent that. Trust me… when I say she must have had it worse—seeing the man she loves engaged to another woman.”Father’s words make sense, but still… she should have discussed it with me before taking such a drastic step.“So what should I do now? Should I claim her back or let her
Rylan’s POVWhat?!Instantly, the blood in my body runs cold. My chest pounds loudly as the words sink straight into my mind. My hands press harder against the door, as if it is the only thing tethering me to sanity.Lira knows that Alpha Magnus would only help me become Alpha if I married his daughter.How did she know?And that is why she broke up with me—just so I would marry Seraphina.Of course. That has to be it.Everything happened so fast that I still can’t understand it all. One moment, we were enjoying the banquet, laughing and fucking each other like there would be no next time, and the next day, she dropped a letter informing me that I was making her life difficult.Does it even make sense that she went through so much with me, only to suddenly decide to break up because I made her life difficult?Luna continues, “But you still love him, don’t you? And of course, the fact that he didn’t talk about breaking your bond means that he must still love you too.”Despite how hard







