INICIAR SESIÓNAurora.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, backing away from Victoria’s desk.
Ronan did not even look at me. He kept his dark gaze locked on the PR director, with his jaw set in a rigid line.
“I would rather drag my bare skin across broken glass,” he sneered with his arms crossed over his chest. “Actually, scratch that. I would rather screw a dead animal than hold her hand for the cameras. Find another angle, Victoria!”
A hot flush crept up my neck, burning my cheeks. I hated him... sure. I had spent years despising the very ground he walked on, but hearing him speak about me with that level of disgust stung in a way I had not anticipated. I dug my fingernails into my palms to keep my face neutral and refused to let him see how much his words cut.
“The feeling is mutual, Blackwood,” I shot back. “I wouldn’t date you if you were the last breathing organism on earth. I would rather lose everything than pretend to like you.”
Victoria slammed her hands on her desk, the loud crack echoing through the room and making me jump. “Enough.”
She glared at both of us with her eyes darting between my flushed face and Ronan’s cold stare, and she waited until the silence stretched tight. “You two are going to listen to me. This isn’t a friendly suggestion. It is survival.”
Ronan shifted his weight, and a single drop of water fell from his wet hair onto the carpet. “It is a joke. You expect people to believe I body-checked a guy through the boards because of a schoolboy crush?”
“Because of love, Ronan.” Victoria tapped a finger against her tablet screen. “It is the only angle that plays to the masses. Aurora had an altercation with the Titan player in the loading dock. We leak that information to friendly journalists and we frame the narrative. The opponent harassed your secret girlfriend, you saw red and you took the anger to the ice to protect her honor.”
I stared at her, trying to process the audacity of the lie. “You want to turn an unprovoked assault into a romance?”
“I want to save his career and your paycheck,” Victoria corrected, her tone leaving no room for argument. “The league loves a protective hero. The fans will eat it up and the board will back off to watch the ratings soar. Ronan gets a fine and a slap on the wrist instead of a ban. You keep your job, stay close to the team and get the money you desperately need. Everybody wins.”
Ronan scoffed, turning his back toward the door. “No one is buying it. She is a reporter and I am the team captain. It goes against every rule in the handbook.”
“I will handle the league executives,” Victoria snapped. “You just have to sell the romance to the public.”
“I am not doing it,” I said, leaning down to grab my small bag from the floor. “I cannot pretend to be in a relationship with him. I will not survive a week in his presence.”
Ronan yanked the office door open, the hinges groaning in protest. “For once, the reporter and I agree. Find another way.”
“There is no other way!” Victoria yelled, but we were already moving.
I pushed past Ronan, desperate to escape the office. The hallway stretched out in front of me, so quiet and empty as I walked fast, my boots clicking against the tile. I needed to leave this stadium and figure out how to tell Lila that I had failed. I had lost the job and the money was gone.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket, and I pulled it out and looked at the glowing screen. It was a video call from Lila.
I stopped walking and leaned against the wall and tapped accept.
Lila’s face filled the screen. She looked worse than she had yesterday. Her skin held a grayish tint, and the hospital gown hung off her narrow shoulders, making her look fragile and small while tears streaked down her cheeks, catching the lights of her hospital room.
“Lila? Hey... what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat.
“What's wrong? You left me,” she whimpered, rubbing her swollen eyes with a shaking hand.
“I had to work,” I pleaded, holding the phone closer to my face. “You know I had to go to the game. I told you I would be back tonight.”
“You always say that.” She let out a wet sob that tore at my heart. “You don’t care, Aurora. You walked right out while the monitors were screaming. You just walked away.”
“That is not true. I am doing all of this for you. Everything I do is to pay for your treatment.”
“I don’t want your excuses!” Lila managed to yell, her voice breaking into a rattling cough. “I am dying in here and you aren’t even around. You abandoned me just like everyone else.”
The screen suddenly black. She ended the call.
I stood alone in the hallway, staring at the dark reflection of my own face on the phone while my chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.
A tear slipped down my cheek, hot and fast, but I wiped it away with the back of my hand, only for another one to follow, blurring my vision.
I had nothing left to lose. My pride didn’t matter, Ronan’s insults didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was keeping Lila alive.
I turned around, walked back down the hallway, pushed the door open and stepped inside the office again...
Victoria was leaning on her desk while Ronan sat comfortably in the corner. Victoria’s gaze turned to me, raising a dark eyebrow at my sudden return.
“I will do it,” I said, my voice steady despite the lingering tears in my eyes. “I will play the devoted girlfriend but I don’t know how you are going to convince the caveman to play along.”
A slow and triumphant smile spread across her face as she set the tablet down and folded her hands on the desk, looking like a cat that had just cornered a mouse.
“I was just about to come looking for you,” Victoria said. “You don’t need to worry about convincing him. He already agreed.”
Ronan leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and stared at me, his expression unreadable yet his dark eyes tracking my every movement as if calculating how much of a liability I would be.
For the second time, I saw his eyes flash that weird glow, only this time he bared his teeth too in an animalistic way except... those were fangs...!
I let out a shriek and took a step back against the wall and into the award shelf. What had I gotten myself into?!
Aurora.The silence hanging in the narrow service corridor felt brittle. The faint buzz of the flip phone sounded like a siren.My mother and Eleanor Blackwood. The phrase bounced around inside my head. It made no sense at all. Yet somehow it explained every terrifying anomaly of the past six months.“What do you mean, the truth about her and you?” I asked. I leaned my shoulder harder into Roland’s side to keep him upright as his body temperature continued to spike against my neck. “My mother was a human sports reporter who died in a hit-and-run when I was twelve. She didn’t have high-society werewolf friends who owned private security teams.”“She wasn’t just a reporter, Aurora,” Eleanor’s voice filtered through the tiny speaker. It trembled with a raw, cracked emotion that felt utterly surreal coming from a woman who usually sounded like a
Aurora.I stared at the pale blue screen of the flip phone. My eyes refused to believe what they saw. There was no logical reason in the world why my supposedly dead father should have Eleanor Blackwood’s name saved in his personal contacts.Eleanor was Roland’s mother... the sharp, polished Luna of the Blackwood pack who spent her weekends organizing high-society charity galas and wearing silk scarves that cost more than my monthly apartment rent.She belonged to a completely different world than a fugitive sports reporter hiding in a rotting warehouse. Yet there her name was, flashing repeatedly against the small screen like an alarm bell ringing in the quiet hallway.They were in contact. They had been in contact for a very long time.Arthur hesitated before answering. His thumb hovered over the green button while a flicker of heavy guilt crossed his weathered face.I had spent my entire childhood learning to read every subtle shift in his expressions. And that single look told me
Aurora.My breath hitched in my throat as my mind spiraled down a dark, terrifying path. Every instinct in my body screamed that my father had been working for Magnus all along. This entire reunion had been nothing more than an elaborate, cruel trap.The fake death five years ago. The secret letters. The frantic warning about my mother’s Alpha bloodline. It all felt like a carefully scripted performance designed to lure Roland and me into a quiet room where we could be erased without a scene.“Dad, please don’t,” I choked out. I held my hands up while staying pinned to the floor over Roland’s bleeding torso. “Whatever Magnus promised you, it isn’t real. He will kill you too.”“Rory, move your head!” Arthur barked. His voice rang sharp and terrifyingly clear.Before I could process his words, a deafening explosion echoed right beside my ear. The hot backblast of a gunshot singed the air above my hair and sent a sharp ringing through my eardrums for the second time in five minutes.I fl
Aurora.The noise inside the narrow room was deafening, a brutal bone-shattering roar that tore through the air and left my ears ringing with a sharp, high-pitched whine.A scream escaped out of my throat before my brain could even register who had been hit, the sound raw and desperate as my whole body went utterly cold.I scrambled forward on my hands and knees through the thin grey haze of gunsmoke, my boots slipping against the polished floorboards while my heart pounded like a freight train in my skull.I knew Roland’s life wasn't all sunshine and roses. I knew I was in for a lot of drama when I agreed to play the role of his girlfriend weeks ago but I never thought I'd be shot at.I expected to find my father sprawling lifeless near the window, his chest torn open and his eyes staring blankly at the stained ceiling tiles.Instead, it was Roland.He lay half-twisted on his side near the overturned coffee table, his face deathly pale beneath the harsh fluorescent lights as dark blo
Roland.My body reacted before conscious thought could catch up, shoving Aurora behind my back and putting myself squarely between her and the gunman in one continuous motion.The wolf surged so close to the surface of my skin that my vision sharpened into terrifying clarity, turning the dusty particles floating in the air into distinct floating specks while my voice dropped into a growl.The wolf in me yearned to sink its claws into this man, whoever he was, and tear him limb from limb but at the same time I knew I had to be careful while dealing with the situation in order to ensure no harm came to Aurora or Arthur.“Step back right now or I will tear you apart piece by piece,” I growled, my teeth bared as the primal predator inside me strained against my human restraint.The gunman didn’t flinch at the threat display the way a normal intruder should have when faced with an angry alpha. He remained completely calm and professional, clearly briefed on exactly what he was walking into
Magnus.“Do you think there are tears?” I asked.I leaned back against the plush leather seat of the sedan and tapped my fingers against the cool window glass. I stared through the rain. “I bet there are tears. Family reunions are always so terribly messy.”“Probably, boss,” Silas muttered from the driver’s seat. He didn’t bother looking up from his phone, his thumbs tapping away at a quick text.I smiled. I kept my eyes fixed on the brightly lit window of the apartment across the street. The rain dragged slow, blurry paths down the windshield, but my view of the third floor was perfectly clear.Arthur Hayes. Finally.I let out a slow, satisfied breath. A genuine wave of relief washed over my chest, settling deep in my bones. Some men hated waiting. Some men grew anxious and chewed their fingernails when their plans took time. Not me. I had waited far longer than one pathetic hockey season for this little reunion to happen.A man in hiding was a ghost. You couldn’t grab a ghost. You c







