VIVIENNEErin's penthouse screamed of wealth but no emotions. Think expansive glass windows, furniture that costs as much as a car, and a Central Park view that makes you feel all-powerful.Too bad the king is in a bad mood tonight.Tense? I murmured, sliding my hands down his chest as he poured his third whiskey. Still in work clothes, tie loose but not off. Like he can't relax.Work, he says, which is total crap. We both know it.Hmm. I got closer, letting him feel me in the silken slip I wore for him. Maybe I can help you forget about work.His hands found my waist, like pure reflex. Gripping my jaw, his kiss tonight felt different. He ki
LORAEventually, Vivienne chose this ridiculously fancy coffee shop in midtown. The kind where a latte costs twenty dollars, and everyone whispers like they're in church or something. I'm sitting at this tiny marble table feeling completely out of place in my jeans while she glides in like she owns the fucking building.Which honestly? She probably could buy it.Lora slid into the seat across from me, just as smooth as a cat. Even her coffee sounded fancy—some oat milk and lavender mix that made my plain black coffee look sad.Vivienne, I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was beating wildly. The woman was perfect, and she knew it.Blonde hair that caught ev
LORAOkay, so Maya's back in Seattle for some family thing and I'm basically losing my mind trying to juggle everything alone, which is stupid because I did this for THREE YEARS by myself but, somehow having help and then losing it makes everything feel ten times harder.Alex is settled into Crescent Moon Academy which... honestly is amazing but also terrifying because it's like Hogwarts for werewolf kids.Since the development of werewolves differs significantly from that of humans, Alex couldn’t simply attend a regular school.Crescent Moon has special classes just for young werewolves like him. They learn to deal with their instincts, powers, and how their kind behaves.It’s like a secret world—untamed, strange
VIVIENNEI'm sitting in my penthouse, staring at my phone like it personally offended me, which honestly? It kind of has.Because every single notification for the past two weeks has been about HER.Lora fucking Blake.I don't even know her last name until Patricia let it slip during one of our "accidental" encounters at Marrock Industries.And now I can't stop myself from googling her, which is pathetic even for me, but here we are.She's... ordinary. That's what kills me the most. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height, probably shops at Target for christ's sake.There's nothing special about her except for the fact
LORATwo weeks after the daycare incident, David and I planned another date to keep things moving.And apparently, I’ve forgotten how normal dinner dates work—because I’m standing in front of my closet, having a full-on breakdown over what to wear.It's just DINNER. A normal dinner date with a normal guy who probably doesn't own seventeen different shades of black suits or have a security team that follows him to Starbucks."Mommy, why are you throwing clothes?" Alex asks from my doorway, and I realize I've been stress-tossing rejected outfits onto my bed for the past ten minutes."I'm not throwing, I'm... selecting," I lie, holding up a dress that's probably too fancy for Italian food but makes my legs look amazing."Mrs. Chen says when ladies throw clothes it means they like a boy.""Mrs. Chen has opinions about everything," I mutter, but I'm smiling despite myself.I eventually pick a beautiful red lowcut dress that I’m sure will make him lose himself.By the time David gets here, I
LORAThe call from Alex's daycare was totally unexpected. When I got there, it was like walking into a crazy movie scene.Okay, maybe that's a bit much, but with all the adults running around the playground looking confused and worried, something was up.I see Alex in the director's office, dangling his legs on an oversized chair. He didn't even seem to care about the mess he made.Mommy! He jumps at me as soon as I walk in. I didn't mean to!"Didn't mean to what, baby?" I ask, but I'm looking at Director Walsh, who looks like she's been through some kind of trauma."Ms. Blake," she says carefully, "Alex had what we're calling an... unusual reaction to stress today."My stomach dips. "What kind of reaction?""Well, Tommy Peterson was being mean to Sarah Martinez during block time, and Alex got very upset about it...""Okay..." I say slowly, because getting upset about bullying seems pretty normal for Alex.And then he… growled, or so it seemed?Oh crap.Kids make noises when they're m