Mag-log inScarlett’s POV:
Who the hell does he think he is to just dismiss me and send me back to the hotel? I am his fiancée, after all I should have a say in all matters Scarlett fumes while taking the town car back to the hotel. Once she arrives to the penthouse suite, she lets out a startled gasp as she walks into the room and sees that it is covered from ceiling to flow with beautiful bouquets of roses ranging from vibrant yellows, reds, purples, and pinks. Tears come to her eyes as she begins to dream of what her wedding night suite would be filled with. Scarlett proceeds to go to the bathroom to shower and make sure she is freshened up from this unbearable heat she has found herself in.
After showering and changing into a light maxi dress that hugs all her curves and shows just the right amount of cleavage to make sure she drives Maverick wild when he comes back in.
Really Scarlett, do you think that is going to change things I keep trying to tell you he is not ours. My wolf Celeste says.
Shut it Celeste I have already rejected our worthless mate and Maverick will never know. He was useless anyways with his commoner status as a waiter. I mean really Celeste how could a waiter keep up with our lifestyle anyway. We just must make sure that Maverick never meets his mate.
Scarlett and just how do you imagine that will happen? Huh? I mean you saw the way he stopped dead in his tracks when that girl Aurora was outside the door. Who is to say that he hasn’t found her already and then guess what you are as good as gone.
Whatever Celeste I am in no mood to worry about that I mean Maverick has stated several times he didn’t want to find his mate and plus he says he loves me otherwise why would he have not only proposed to me at the Eiffel Tower but filled the room with roses, hmmm?
“Okay Scarlett if that is what helps you sleep at night keep telling yourself that, just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces when he changes his mind. The mate bond is stronger for some than others.” says Celeste as she retreats to the back of my mind.
Three hours later Maverick strolls into the suite as I am lounging on the balcony. I immediately got up and run to be in his arms. However, there is something off when I get to him his tie is loose and the first two buttons of his shirt are undone. Maverick what’s wrong my love don’t tell me you and your dad had another fight. No Scarlett it’s not that, look we need to talk. Okay Mav I have made reservations at the restaurant downstairs let’s get you freshened up and then we can talk over dinner.
We are seated in a special VIP section that comes with the penthouse suite and the waiter comes to take our orders. Good evening, Sir, Miss. My name is Evan, and I will be your waiter this evening. Would you like the wine list as I go over todays’ specials? Yes, that would be wonderful Evan I say. As Evan is going over the specials of the day, I choose the finest wine to try and alleviate the tension that is radiating off Maverick. Maverick orders his usual steak rare with the usual sides of roasted potatoes and asparagus. I inform Evan that I will have the Cog Au Vin and also that we need to have the bottle of 2016 Casanova Di Neri Brunello Di Montalcino brought to the table on ice immediately.
Mav my love what is going on? I ask. You have seemed troubled since you came from speaking with your dad. Did something happen?
Maverick POV:
Mav my love what is going on? You have seemed troubled since you came from speaking with your dad. Did something happen? Scarlett asks again. How do I tell her that I have found my mate and really want to take the time to get to know her. What Scarlett doesn’t know is that I know she already rejected her mate, which don’t get me wrong at the time I was all for, but now I just don’t’ know if I can do the same thing. At least not yet.
Scarlett, yes something did happen. I found my mate today while we were at Xander Financial.
What!? Scarlett shrieks and almost jumps up but not before I grab her wrist and give her a look that makes her take her seat and not cause a scene and just from her one outburst, we are starting to get looks from the other restaurant patrons. Look, I know that we are engaged, and the wedding is set to happen in just about two months, but now this happens to change things.
See told you so. Celeste says.
Shut up Celeste it’s not he will not choose some mate over me he just can’t. I say as I put up my block to keep her from interrupting any more.
So, okay it doesn't have to change anything just reject her like you always said and then we can move forward. It’s not that difficult Mav, Scarlett says then tries to change the subject to how beautiful the flowers were in the room and that she wants to recreate the look for the bridal party as they get ready the day of the wedding.
Before she can go on any further with wedding discussions, we are interrupted by the waiter bringing over the bottle of wine. After he has poured both glasses, I drink mine down as fast as I can and then motion for him to go ahead and pour more. Scarlett just looks at me with this confused but hurt look. Maverick were you even listening to me? Yes, Scarlett I was it’s just how do I say this. We will need to postpone the wedding until I figure everything out. I know I always said that I didn’t want a mate, but I don’t know it’s just that I never thought I would find mine since I am 22 years old and hadn’t found my mate, I just figured that I wouldn’t have one. You know we normally find our mate or have some sense of who our mate is when we turn 18 if they have been around each other growing up.
So, what I guess I am trying to say is that I am postponing the wedding till I figure my shit out and how I want to handle the whole mate thing. Not what my dad wants me to do, or anyone else for that matter. So where does that leave us, Scarlett says with tears streaming down her face. I don’t know I say as I run my hands through my hair. Let’s just enjoy dinner and see what tomorrow in-store for us. I just want to get some sleep the jetlag is starting to catch up with me.
Scarlett POV:
So, what I guess I am trying to say is that I am postponing the wedding till I figure my shit out and how I want to handle the whole mate thing. Not what my dad wants me to do, or anyone else for that matter, Maverick says. So where does that leave us, I say with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know what to do he says as he runs his hands through his hair. Let’s just enjoy dinner and see what tomorrow in-store for us. “I just want to get some sleep the jetlag is starting to catch up with me,” says Maverick.
Whoever this bitch is that thinks she can just waltz in here and ruin everything I have planned and worked for has another thing coming. Wait until I find out who she is, and I will make sure to eliminate her as competition once and for all.
The silence that instantly followed Maverick's declaration was absolute. It was not the peaceful, quiet calm of a productive Friday morning in a corporate office building. It was the heavy, suffocating, entirely terrifying silence of a vacuum right before a massive, catastrophic explosion. The air pressure inside my small glass office dropped so rapidly, so violently, that my ears actually popped. Maverick completely filled the doorway. He didn't just stand there. His physical presence entirely consumed the limited space. His broad, incredibly muscular shoulders completely blocked the artificial, fluorescent lighting bleeding in from the hallway, casting long, dark, imposing shadows entirely across the carpeted floor. He was breathing heavily. His chest was rising and falling in sharp, jagged, entirely predatory movements that legitimately threatened to completely rip the expensive, custom-tailored seams of his charcoal suit jacket. But it was his eyes that truly, entirely par
CHAPTER 12: Friday morning arrived with all the grace, subtlety, and sheer destructive force of a massive, uncoordinated train wreck. The corporate headquarters of Xanders Financial was an absolute madhouse. We had a hard, unmovable, entirely unforgiving deadline for the final stages of the Smithson corporate merger, and I was quite literally buried underneath a towering mountain of physical paperwork and glowing digital spreadsheets. My desk looked less like the organized workspace of a junior manager... ...and more like a bomb had gone off inside a high-end stationary store. I had been sitting in this exact, stiff ergonomic chair since six o'clock in the morning. I was desperately, frantically trying to catch up on the hours of critical data entry I had lost over the past three days. Three days that had been entirely derailed due to the massive, six-foot-four, green-eyed distraction that kept forcefully invading my office, my personal space, and my every waking thought. Eve
The penthouse suite of the Four Seasons hotel was originally designed to be a sanctuary. It was supposed to be a glittering, glass-walled testament... ...to the absolute power... ...and the immense, staggering wealth that I was marrying into. Instead... It had become my own personal, incredibly expensive prison. I paced the entire length of the sprawling, open-concept living room. My sharp, red-bottomed stiletto heels clicked rhythmically against the imported, dark Brazilian hardwood floors. Click. Click. Click. The sound echoed sharply through the massive, empty rooms. It was a hollow sound. A lonely sound. Three days. We had been in the city of Dallas for three agonizing, mind-numbing, entirely infuriating days. And in that time, I had seen my supposed fiancé for a grand total of perhaps four hours. "Financial emergencies," Maverick had claimed that very morning. He hadn't even bothered to look me in the eye as he stood in front of the vanity mirror, perfectly knotti
By the time Wednesday morning rolled around, the air inside the Xanders Financial headquarters was absolutely thick with it.Gossip.It hummed through the sleek, modern hallways. It buzzed in the employee breakrooms. It practically vibrated through the frosted glass of my office walls. Everyone... every single person... in the building had noticed.They had noticed that the Alpha’s notoriously elusive son, the playboy who was supposed to be on a romantic vacation with his gorgeous Parisian fiancée, was instead spending ninety percent of his waking hours hovering around the fifteenth floor.Hovering around me.I sat at my desk, my fingers resting motionless over my keyboard. I stared blindly at the complex spreadsheet illuminating my monitor, the numbers blurring together into a meaningless sea of black and white.Inside my mind, Violet was pacing relentlessly.He is close, she hummed, her tail brushing against the edges of my consciousness. I can feel him. He is th
MAVERICK’S POVThe polished mahogany doors of my father’s office loomed before me... heavy... and imposing.For five years, I had successfully avoided this exact room. Five years of European escapades... five years of running from the suffocating weight of the Alpha title.But today... today was different.I pushed the heavy double doors open, the brass hinges completely silent. My father, Alpha Alexander, sat behind his massive desk. The morning sunlight caught the silver at his temples, but his eyes... those piercing, calculating Alpha eyes... were fixed entirely on the mountain of paperwork in front of him.He didn't even look up as my heavy footsteps crossed the thick Persian rug."Dad," I began, letting my voice drop into a low, steady register. "I need access... to the Sales Department's quarterly projections."Alpha Alexander’s pen stopped scratching against the paper. The silence in the room stretched... thin and tight... like a wire about to snap.Slowly, he raised his
Maverick’s POVThe heavy silence that followed Aurora’s departure from the restaurant was more suffocating than any physical weight I had ever carried. I remained seated at the table, the scent of her—that agonizingly perfect blend of caramel, rain-drenched apples, and something uniquely Aurora—lingering in the air like a ghost.On the table sat the wedding invitation Scarlett had so gleefully presented. It was thick, cream-colored cardstock with gold-embossed lettering: The Marriage of Maverick Xanders and Scarlett DuPont. I stared at it until the letters blurred. To the rest of the world, this piece of paper represented a merger of power and prestige. To me, it looked like a tombstone.Lucas, my wolf, was pacing so violently within my mind that I felt my claws involuntarily begin to peek from my fingertips. “She’s gone,” he snarled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made my chest ache. “We let the Alpha’s mate walk away while the Delta’s daughter wears our mark on her finge







