로그인Desiree’s POV “Where do you think you're going after ditching dinner last night?” Gillian’s voice breathes behind me while I put on my earrings.I don't bother to look back at him. I just stare at his reflection in the mirror. He is leaning against the bathroom doorframe, his hair wet from the shower, with a towel slung low around his hips.“Thought you were out dealing with some rough business, husby,” I reply, a small smile playing on my face. But before I can say anything further, his hand finds my waist smoothly, making me jolt at the sudden warmth of his skin.“It's quite offensive that you try to shove away my complaints,” he murmurs, his chest pressing against my back as he looks at me through the glass. “Why did you miss dinner last night? Ronan fed you full?”I turn around in his grip, my hands coming up to rest on his bare, scarred chest. “I didn't ditch dinner. I just chose to have a quiet salad in our room instead of sitting at a table with a two-headed snake and your br
Desiree’s POV By the time four o’clock rolls around, the gallery is finally so cool. The interns have gone to the lower hall for their art history lecture, and the heavy lifting for the day is done.I'm sitting at the large mahogany desk in my back office, the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me glowing with the afternoon soon. My heels are kicked off under the desk, and I’m slowly sipping a cup of black tea while checking the budget sheet for the grand opening.The door opens without a knock, and Ronan walks in. He isn’t carrying his clipboard this time. Instead, he has two small brown paper bags in his hands, smelling faintly of fried dough and cinnamon from the little bakery down the street.“Peace offering,” he says, tossing one of the bags onto my desk. He drops into the leather chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “You’ve been staring at that ledger for three hours, Des. Your eyes are going to turn into little dollar signs if you don
Desiree’s POV Why the fuck is he here again?I sigh out loud, rolling my eyes at the sight of the hurricane in human form. It seems like every time I finally get a moment of peace, Lucius appears just to breathe chaos back into the room. Like someone who's addicted to me, badly! Yes badly!“Lucius, I didn't think you would come here so early.” That is Seraphina's voice behind me, instantly changing from a vicious snake to a sweet, sheepish little girl. “Oh, you are with Freya?” She adds, peeking at the person stepping into the foyer behind him. A young woman steps out from Lucius’s back, looking incredibly pompous. She has her nose tilted up, her expensive fur coat covered over her shoulders, and an expression that screams she thinks she’s better than everyone else in the room.She looks exactly like Seraphina, and it honestly won't be any surprise if they turn out to be best friends.Oh yes?“Lucius said you had arrived, and that's why I tagged along,” the Freya girl acknowledges
Desiree’s POV “So cute.” Gillian mumbles in my ear as his hands trail down my slightly exposed body with the morning sun bright and sharp as the carriage pulls up to the villa gates. The glass pavilion feels like a real beautiful dream to me from another life. I can't still believe that our first date was so memorable that even the sensation of Gillian's hand on my body sends electric jolt into my soul. And honestly, I feel like staying back all over again but as the gate of the villa open, reality comes crashing back to me. Gillian holds my hand tightly as we walk into the foyer. He looks rested, the dark circles under his eyes gone, and his scent is calm and relaxed. I’m wearing the same blue silk dress from last night, with one of his big black coats thrown over my shoulders to keep out the morning chill.What more can I be ungrateful about? Having a man like Gillian in my life.“I have to go check on my father,” Gillian says, turning to me near the stairs. He reaches out and g
Desiree’s POV I look at the note in my hand, my thumb tracing on the side of the paper as I try to force down a laugh. “Let me fix it, Des. Trust me for just one night.”I let out a soft sigh, the anger that kept me suffocating all morning finally beginning to evaporate without even saying too much. I glare up at Kael, who is still standing there like a statue, sweating under his collar as he waits for my execution or my compliance. “He really thinks he can just send a bunch of weeds and make everything fine, doesn't he?” I ask, though the small smile playing on my lips betrays my words and I know it's the work of my wolf, Lia. Ronan lets out a loud chuckle from behind the desk, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, don’t look at me, Des. In the South, we send jewels. The North is clearly... a bit more rustic. But hey, at least the man has a pulse.”I throw a playful glare at Ronan before turning back to my guard. “Where is he, Kael?”“The carriage is waiting outside, Luna,” Kael says
Desiree’s POV And after tossing and turning all throughout the night after Gillian decided to chose Seraphina's world over mine, I'm already standing in front of the mirror, my fingers moving coldly as I pin my hair back. My reflection looks like a stranger wearing a cold indifference that I spent all night perfecting. Admist the commotion in my head, the door to the suite slowly open and I honestly do not need to turn around because I already know the person through their scent. Gillian Blackthorn. Yep. I am calling onto his full government name since I do not know him anymore, just the little details of his name. Gillian stops as few feet behind me and I'm the mirror, I can see him. He looks like hell with wrinkled clothes, his hair is a mess, and his eyes are bloodshot from a night spent sitting upright in a guest wing chair. “Des,” he says, his voice so raspy and tentative but that doesn't even get a wrink of my brows. I pick up my pearl earrings and click them into place,
Desiree's POV I sit rigidly beside Alpha Gillian on the raised dais, my spine straight, my hands folded neatly on my lap and trust me, Eliana already adjusted my posture like three times now. The fabric of my dress alone can carry all the weight in the world. Layers of luxury meant to perhaps imp
Gillian's POV “A ballroom party?” Lucius asks, surprise lacing his tone as he watches the maids rally round the pack in a hurry to the last minute party I had announced, two days ago.“And how's that a problem to you?” I enquire, my brows raising up at him. I don't also know why I have decided to
Desiree POV“Luna Desiree,” I hear my name from behind, causing me to halt to a stop, as I clean the tears that are now streaming down my face. I am just leaving Gillian's hall, my nerves up with the audacity he has to be able to tell me I am an acquired thing of his. Coming from a man who killed
Desiree's POV“This is an order from the Alpha and you do not have the right to choose between a yes or a no!” Eliana bark, like a dog who has gone berserk. I flinch back, disbelief clawing in my face at the tone she choose to use on me. “You will not yell at me like that,” I warn, my hand pointi







