Sunday
Corvin’s POV-
Corvin was in his office when the ladies came bursting through the door of his apartment, chatting and giggling. He had left the office door cracked, but now he shut and locked it. He was on the phone with the bloody council, and, unfortunately, they were hounding him to speak to Elle.
He could barely tell Elle about their reality, never mind subject her to the council. The council is a group of bloodthirsty wolves who are hundreds of years old and think they know better than anyone else. With that age came a certain skepticism and an ability to manipulate others. The first stole their happiness. The second filled them with sadistic ple
Sunday Elle’s POV Arya noticed the tension and the lack of glances in his direction because she said, “Everything alright?” Elle smiled tightly at Arya. “Yes. Everything is alright. Thank you for taking me out today.” Arya nodded and glanced between the two of them as if she felt trapped. Elle put her arm around Arya to keep her from leaving, but Corvin looked like he was getting annoyed. Good for him! Corvin had seriously hurt her last night. A simple shopping trip with unlimited funds would not make up
SuNDAY Elle’s POV The hairbrush was the one thing that Elle picked for herself. It had a gold handle and pearls along the backside. It was beautiful with white bristles that were just the right amount of resistance to brush her hair. Arya sat Elle down and started brushing. It felt good to have her hair done, although Arya sometimes pulled. She enjoyed the one-on-one attention she got when her friends dressed her. But this felt cheap for some reason, fake. Arya explained the few customs that she would be expected to observe during dinner. Most of it Elle would have done anyway because they were good manners. Arya pulled Elle’s hair back in a si
Sunday Elle’s POV She watched Corvin approach with appreciative eyes. His movements were sleek and well-practiced as he stepped to her side. His smile was wary. Suddenly, she realized that everyone was silently ogling him. Were they having trouble breathing as they watched him, too? But they also stared at her. She felt like royalty in the movies or celebrities after getting out of their cars on the red carpet. It was hard to stick to her anger. When she took his arm, he proceeded to the end of the long table. At the head of the table were two places. He sat her down on the left before sitting at the other. Elle looked at each of the people around t
Sunday Elle’s POV Elle barely tasted her food despite knowing the unimaginable talent behind tonight’s dinner. Every smile reminded her of the secrets Corvin had been keeping. Even if she had the proof that he had not been lying earlier, there were other secrets here. It was time she knew exactly what was going on. Yet, her skin tingled in anticipation as her impatient mind kept returning to the gratifying idea that this might be really real. Elle was actually going to meet a real-life werewolf. The powerful, primal animal inside of her already sexy husband. The idea filled her with eager anticipation and heightened the intimate sensitivity between her legs. She could feel the soft fabric of her panties pressin
Sunday Corvin’s POV As Corvin headed towards the garden, his stomach twisted in painful knots. He was so nervous that Elle would not accept him, and then she would leave too, just like her mom. It was tempting to run and hide somewhere that she would never find him. He could still protect his heart from growing too attached. If she couldn’t find him, she couldn’t hurt him as Aspen had. He wanted to believe that she wouldn’t. She was so much more wonderful than Aspen, and he truly cared about Elle. But he had never recovered from the heartache of that day. The moment they saw their delicate angel standing in the moonlit garden with the beauty of the nigh
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Sunday Corvin’s POV Corvin anxiously opened himself up to his warring pack’s bond, bringing their chaotic thoughts and feelings to the front of his mind. As the alpha, he was the connection to the pack. His magic essence was like a spiritual switchboard, similar to the ones phone companies used to have. All telepathic communication traveled through him first, allowing every pack member to act according to a singular instinct in times like this. He could listen in to everyone’s thoughts and feelings all day. But to enter the collective consciousness, a wolf needed to swear loyalty to him or his cause, if only for a specified time. It was a necessary step for all new mercenaries.
Monday Elle’s POV The bright sunlight coming through Corvin’s office window reflected off the shiny wood floorboards directly into Elle’s eyes. She sat up alert. As much as she wanted to be able to deny having fallen asleep in her vigil, the night grew long, and Corvin had not come home. Her memories from yesterday were foggy as she stretched wearily. Sleeping on the couch left her stiff and sore. The day returned to her in scattered fragments until she remembered walking into the garden. It was such a romantic place to meet. She wasn’t sure what she had actually seen. A part o