Theo's POV
The next night, the soft glow of Claire's desk lamp cast gentle shadows across the research floor as I made my way through the darkened corridors. It had become my ritual—these late-night checks to ensure she wasn't pushing herself beyond her limits. Tonight, however, the usual sounds of her keyboard clicking or equipment humming were absent, replaced by an unusual silence that quickened my steps.
I found her exactly as I'd feared I might.
Claire had fallen asleep at her workstation, her head pillowed on a thick stack of research papers, blonde hair spilling like silk across the white pages. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind of exhausted sleep that spoke of someone who had finally reached the end of their reserves. One hand still clutched a pen, as if she'd been taking notes right up until consciousness abandoned her.
My chest tightened at the sight.
I approached slowly, not wanting to wake her from what was probably the fi
Claire's POVThe doorway had become a battlefield, and I was caught in the crossfire between two men who seemed determined to claim pieces of me I no longer had to give. Adrian's grip on my wrist had tightened with each word of his desperate plea, his fingers digging into my skin with a possessiveness that made my stomach turn. I'd been trying to close the door, to end this conversation that felt like emotional violence disguised as romantic pursuit, when his hand had shot out to stop me."Claire, please," he'd said, his voice cracking with the kind of desperation that might have moved me once, before I'd learned to recognize manipulation dressed up as vulnerability. "Just give me five minutes. Five minutes to explain everything.""I don't want explanations," I'd replied, pulling back against his grip while trying to maintain some semblance of calm. "Adrian, you need to leave. Now."That's when his fingers had clamped down harder, not enough to bruise but
The silence had become unbearable. Four days of unanswered calls, ignored texts, and the growing certainty that every hour of separation was driving Claire further away from me. I'd tried respecting her need for space, tried giving her time to process whatever storm was raging in her mind, but my wolf was going insane with the need to see her, to touch her, to confirm that she was safe and whole.Charlie had advised patience. My mother had counseled moving on. Even my own rational mind suggested that pursuing a woman who clearly didn't want to see me was a losing proposition. But none of them understood the fundamental truth that had been eating away at my sanity—I would rather face her rejection in person than continue existing in this purgatory of uncertainty.The drive to her apartment building felt like traveling through a nightmare landscape where every familiar street corner reminded me of moments we'd shared. The coffee shop where I'd bought her favorite b
I lay sprawled across Egyptian cotton sheets, staring at the vaulted ceiling where shadows danced in patterns that reminded me of her hair spread across these very pillows.The bed was too big, too empty. Every breath I took carried the ghost of her scent—lavender and something uniquely Claire that had once permeated these sheets but was now fading like morning mist, disappearing a little more with each passing night until soon there would be nothing left but the sterile perfection of expensive fabric and my own growing desperation.My wolf prowled restlessly through the cage of my mind, a constant low whine of distress that made concentration impossible during the day and sleep elusive during the endless nights.I pressed my face into the pillow where she'd slept, inhaling deeply in search of any remaining trace of her presence. The faintest suggestion of her shampoo still clung to the fabric, but it was overlaid now with my own scent and the antiseptic s
Theo's POVThe VM Group auditorium had never felt more cavernous than it did that afternoon, its tiered seating filled with nearly four hundred employees who had gathered to hear about our victory over Alpha Lucian. The weight of their collective attention pressed down on me as I stood behind the polished podium that had witnessed countless corporate announcements over the years.But none of those previous moments had carried the personal stakes of what I was about to say.Charlie stood near the side entrance, his posture alert as he monitored the room for any signs of disruption. The security measures were probably unnecessary—corporate victory announcements rarely attracted protesters—but recent events had taught us both to expect the unexpected. The legal department had positioned themselves in the front row, their satisfied expressions reflecting the contracts and settlements that had secured our position in the marketplace.Dr. Patricia s
Theo's POVThe boardroom erupted in restrained celebration as I concluded the presentation that would reshape VM Group's position in the pharmaceutical industry. Charts and graphs displayed across the smart screens told the story in stark numerical terms—Alpha Lucian's aggressive takeover attempt had not only failed but had backfired so spectacularly that Pills Pharmaceuticals now faced potential bankruptcy. Our strategic partnership with Daisy's pack had provided exactly the leverage we'd needed, cutting off Lucian's supply chains and isolating him from key distribution networks throughout the werewolf community."The acquisition offers have been withdrawn," Charlie announced to the assembled board members, his voice carrying satisfaction that I should have shared but somehow couldn't summon. "Lucian's investors are pulling out faster than rats abandoning a sinking ship. Our stock price has increased by thirty-seven percent since the partnership announcement."
Nicole's POVThe words echoed in my mind like a death knell, reverberating through every carefully constructed plan I'd built for our future together. "It's over, Nicole. We're done." Adrian's voice had been so cold, so final, as if everything we'd shared meant nothing more than a passing inconvenience he was ready to discard.I stood frozen in our bedroom doorway, watching him gather his belongings with mechanical precision. Each item he placed in his suitcase felt like another nail in the coffin of everything I'd worked for, everything I'd sacrificed to secure my position in his world."You can't be serious," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as the reality of what was happening crashed over me like ice water. "Adrian, we're engaged. We're supposed to be planning our mating ceremony."He didn't even look up from folding his shirts, his movements deliberate and efficient as if he'd been planning this moment for weeks. "The engagement is off, Nicole