LOGINMaxwell's POVI walked into my room and shut the door behind me harder than necessary.For a moment, I remained standing with my hand on the handle, staring at the wood as though I could somehow see through it. Then I exhaled, dragged a hand down my face and walked further into the room.Rosalie.Her expression was still fresh in my mind. The horror, the disbelief, the way she had looked at me that told me that I had now gone on to become something she could barely stand to be in the same room with—and I could tell that it was more than just her finding out that I was a werewolf. I walked to the minibar in the room, pulled out a bottle of water, twisted the cap off to quench my thirst, and then set the bottle down with some distaste when I suddenly thought about the way she had reacted when I mentioned him. She had quickly become defensive, as though he was still somewhere in her life and I was thrown out, too horrific to be considered.And then there was the question she had asked m
Rosalie's POV“How is Caleb?” he repeated.I slowly turned my head towards him, hoping he would not see the cold sweat that was forming on my skin. My body was already losing composure, and I felt I was falling apart with how overwhelming everything was for me.It was as though I could never escape this werewolf pack—as though there was always a member of them watching me and following me around.That was if he was truly one of them. "Why are you asking?" I managed to say. He shrugged, slipping one hand into his pocket. "Is there something wrong with asking about an old acquaintance… an old enemy, to be more exact?"I stared at him. There was something about the way he said it that made my stomach tighten. He sounded perfectly casual, almost bored, as though he had simply remembered someone he hadn't spoken to in a while.“I don't know.”“Why?” He asked. “He left you without a care in the world, didn't he?”“That's none of your business,” I snapped.He only smiled, and I looked at h
Rosalie's POVMy steps gradually slowed as the memory came back to me.It had been on Maxwell's back. I had seen it when we were still together, when he had walked around without a shirt, completely oblivious to the fact that I was looking at him and admiring the muscles in his back.The tattoo was an intricately drawn image of a wolf’s head with its teeth bared and a distinctive pattern that I could still picture even now.At the time, I had not thought much of it. Maxwell had told me he liked things that suggested power, and I thought a wolf did, so I did not bother to ask. I had probably even complimented it once, and asked him why it was on his back and not somewhere he could see it. Now, though, I knew something I had not known back then.Caleb had the exact same tattoo, and because he was a werewolf.It couldn't be a coincidence, or could it?I remembered the first time I had discovered what Caleb was. The terror, the disbelief, the way my entire understanding of the man I lov
Rosalie's POV The part about us being on the same floor had not been a joke.Even worse, my door was right opposite Maxwell's.It made me want to complain or try to talk to someone who could make a change, but if he had done this arrangement so that we were this close to each other with the aid of his connections, then there was little I could do. For this reason, I was afraid of even coming outside my own room door.Caleb had helped me deal with Maxwell once, but now I was exposed to him again and there was no one to help me.I tried to minimise my reasons for going out as much as I could, and every time I was forced to, I would do it with a beating heart, my eyes on the opposite door, expecting to see him open it and to find him staring at me.Except… I actually never did.It was almost as though the room was shut close, and no one was in.I was beginning to think he had probably moved out or he had just done it to scare me or to prove some kind of point that he didn't need the ro
Rosalie's POVThe competition was supposed to last a week.App arrangements were made, and a small bus handed over for our use. We were also informed that a hotel had reserved rooms for us all, and our meals were taken care of too. All we had to do was go there and win it.The day came and we were gathered and everyone except Max was there, which made me feel a little better. Knowing him, he could have chosen to drive there himself to avoid using the bus, and I hoped that was what it was.Except…He wasn't there.I waited a little longer, looking around the car park as though he might suddenly emerge from somewhere, but there was no sign of him."Are we waiting for someone?" one of the guys asked.“I really hope not," I answered almost immediately.The driver announced almost immediately that it was time to go.I chose a seat beside the window, settled into it and allowed myself a little smile. It was ridiculous how much better I felt knowing I wouldn't have to spend the journey prete
Sarah's POVLove is a disease.The worst part was that I didn't know what I truly felt for Maxwell Grey that was masked as love and felt so much like it, but I was not sure that it was love—maybe my hatred for Rosalie and the feeling that I possessed something that belonged to her was what made me want him so much, or maybe because I loved how he fucked me, how sex with him felt different.Sex with other people felt like something they were doing for their pleasure.Sex with him felt like everything that was fun. A game we were playing with our bodies. A show we were hosting with ourselves. A puzzle that we were both solving. He was selfish in many things, but not sex.He did it for both his pleasure and mine.Oh there were a million reasons to love Maxwell Grey.The way he dismissed me as something or someone unimportant and mentioned other people I was fucking so casually had been embarrassing at first, but later on it made me angry, especially when I remembered the expression on hi







