FAZER LOGIN**Maximilian**
After my twelfth birthday, I watched my parents reject each other. That was the day the last innocent part of me died.
From then on, I hated everything and everyone. Anger became the only thing I felt. So when my father brought home his new wife and insisted I meet her, I walked into the packhouse with nothing but resentment burning in my
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW“I told you I would marry even a Delta if you asked! So why the hell are you marrying me off to some Alpha who lives abroad?!” Pansy shouted, her voice echoing through the airport terminal. Heads turned in their direction from every corner of the waiting area.“Keep your voice down!” Alpha Wen growled. He grabbed his daughter’s arm and dragged her to a quieter corner of the waiting room where fewer people could overhear them. His voice turned stern and cold. “After what Edward did, my pack is already on Alpha Maximilian’s radar. One wrong move and everything, including the luxury you’ve so enjoyed, will be destroyed. I can’t trust you anymore. You already dared to mess with him on campus. He destroyed your future once. Knowing your nature, you’ll only do it again,
**Maximilian**Every time I broke up with a fling, I waited for her to finally speak her heart or show even the slightest hint of jealousy so I could make my move. Yet she never did.Despite the growing hunger that burned inside me, despite the impatience that nearly drove me insane every time I was close to her but couldn’t claim her as mine, I waited.I waited for years.Until the day she finally broke free from her cage of fear.The moment she blindfolded me… the moment she climbed on top of me… the moment she kissed me…Isabella wasn’t just my obsession anymore. She was the love I had earned after four long years of patience. She was the only thing keeping the
**Maximilian**After my twelfth birthday, I watched my parents reject each other. That was the day the last innocent part of me died.From then on, I hated everything and everyone. Anger became the only thing I felt. So when my father brought home his new wife and insisted I meet her, I walked into the packhouse with nothing but resentment burning in my chest. I had zero interest in this new so-called “family.”“Maximilian, this is Amelia, your new mother. And this is Isabella, your stepsister,” Dad introduced.I barely spared Amelia a glance. My attention was instantly drawn to the small girl standing beside her. Her head was lowered, bangs hiding most of her face, and her tiny fingers tightly clutched the hem of her midi skirt. When Dad gently asked wh
**ISABELLA***For the first time in my life, I was ignoring Maximilian.If this had happened in the past, I would have cried quietly in some corner and pretended everything was fine. But last night, something inside me snapped. Maybe it was because we were officially together now. And that’s why his calm, unbothered reaction had frustrated me beyond words.“Well done, everyone! Our project is finally finished, and I truly believe it’s the best one,” one of the boys in our project group announced with a proud grin.A collective sigh of relief swept through the group. The two boys then invited the three of us girls to join them at a club after classes to celebrate. The other girls instantly agreed.“Actually, I’m a little busy, so I can’
**Maximilian**I sat in the campus cafeteria with my elbow propped on the table, cheek resting against my palm.“She’s angry with me,” I muttered under my breath.Dominic, Julian, and Jaxon all turned their attention toward me at once, pausing mid-bite of their breakfast. Their gazes shifted across the cafe to where Isabella sat with her friends, chatting and laughing.“She looks normal to me,” Dominic remarked. “Chatting, laughing… the usual.”I shook my head slowly, never taking my eyes off her face. “That laugh isn’t real. She’s pissed off and is just distracting herself because I’m here.”They watched her in s
**ISABELLA**Since I didn’t have any more classes, I left campus early and headed to the mall to find a birthday gift for Maximilian. His nineteenth birthday was only two days away, but choosing something for him proved nearly impossible. He already had everything, video games, luxury watches, expensive cologne. The more I browsed, the more overwhelmed I became.A small accessories shop caught my eye. My hand instinctively slipped into my pocket, fingers brushing against Maximilian’s pendant, the one I always carried with me but had never worn. I had been saving it for the day I could wear it openly as his woman. Now that he loved me too, the moment felt closer than ever.I pulled the pendant into my palm and smiled down at it softly.“I’ll wear it on your birthday,” I whispered.Inside the shop, I bought a stack of thick, ivory parchment paper that was slightly textured with the faintest hint of gold along the edges, and a matching envelope. The crimson wax seal beside it gleamed like







