MasukChapter 113 SKYE'S POV Before I could process that‚ an older woman stepped forward from the line of servants. She was tall and slim with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. She carried herself with an air of quiet authority that told me she was in charge of the rest of the staff. "Alpha Thorne‚" she said warmly. "Welcome back. It's been too long." "Margaret." Thorne nodded at her. "How is everything?" "Perfect as always‚ sir. The master bedroom has been prepared for your visit. Fresh linens‚ new flowers‚ and the bath is already drawn as we speak." She glanced at me and her smile widened. "And for the Luna‚ we've stocked the wardrobe with a full collection in her size as you requested." I looked at Thorne. "You requested clothes in my size? When did you even have time to do that?" He didn't answer. Just smirked. Margaret continued. "After you've both had time to freshen up‚ lunch will be served in the dinin
Chapter 112 Skye's POV Thorne laughed. "Your brain is absurd‚ you know that?" he said‚ pressing his lips against my temple. "A jet malfunction. From sex." "It could happen‚" I mumbled against his shirt‚ my cheeks burning. "It couldn't." "You don't know that." He tilted my chin up and looked at me with those dark eyes that were still hungry but somehow softer now. As if my ridiculous fear had flipped a switch in him from predator back to protector. "If that's what you want‚" he said quietly‚ "I'll wait." He kissed my forehead. Long and slow‚ his lips lingering against my skin while his arms tightened around me. "Rest‚ baby. We have a few hours before we land." I wanted to argue. I wanted to say I wasn't tired. But the truth was‚ I was exhausted. The adrenaline from the last several hours had been the only thing keeping me upright and now that it was draining out of me‚ my body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The leather seat was impossibly comfortable‚
Chapter 111 Skye's POV The elevator doors opened to the rooftop and the wind hit me like a wall. It was aggressive‚ whipping my hair across my face and making my hoodie flap against my body as if it was trying to rip it off me. The sound was deafening up here‚ a constant roar that swallowed everything and made it impossible to hear anything clearly. But I heard the jet. Or rather‚ I saw it. And my brain short-circuited. Thorne's private jet was parked in the center of the rooftop helipad and it was the most beautiful machine I had ever seen in my life. It was sleek and black with a matte finish that absorbed the afternoon sunlight instead of reflecting it‚ making it look like it had been carved out of obsidian. The Anderson Holdings logo was embossed on the tail in dark silver‚ subtle enough to be classy but visible enough to let everyone know exactly who owned it. The wings were long and tapered‚ cutting sharp lines against the grey sky‚ and the engines hummed with a lo
Chapter 110SKYE'S POVI stared at him. "A vacation? Thorne‚ are you serious right now?"He ignored my shock and turned back to Drake. "You stay here and handle this mess. Rebecca‚ you do the same. Since I'm the one they want‚ when they don't see me‚ they'll settle down on their own. I'll send you a statement that you'll release to the press regarding this matter. But as for right now‚" he squeezed my hand and pulled me closer to his side‚ "me and my baby here are going to disappear for a while. Away from all of this."He smirked. Actually smirked. As if the entire world wasn't falling apart around us."Thorne!" I snapped‚ pulling my hand from his grip and smacking his chest. "Do you hear what's happening outside? There are people protesting. Your name is all over the news. And you're standing here talking about a vacation? Have you lost your mind?""He's right‚" Drake said.I turned to look at him‚ stunned. "Excuse me?"Drake's face was serious but there was something in his eyes tha
Chapter 109Skye's POVI had been pacing Thorne's destroyed office for what felt like hours.The desk was still flipped on its side. Glass was everywhere. There was a hole in the wall the size of a basketball and dried blood smeared across the white surface around it. Rebecca had done her best to tidy up but there was only so much you could do when a full-grown Alpha had torn a room apart with his bare hands.I couldn't sit still. Every time I tried to sit in the one chair that was still intact‚ my legs bounced and my stomach turned and I ended up on my feet again‚ walking back and forth across the ruined office while my mind spiraled.What were they saying to him up there? What was happening in that boardroom? I had seen the look on those elders' faces when they arrived. The judgment. The cold authority. They looked at Thorne like he was already guilty. Like the verdict had been decided before they even walked through the door.And that article. God‚ that article.I had read it three
Chapter 108 Thorne's POV Hargrove's face drained of color. His hand moved to adjust his glasses but they were already on the table so his fingers just twitched in the air before he dropped them to his side. Elder Kensington cleared his throat loudly and suddenly found something fascinating on the ceiling to stare at. Two of the ranked wolves near the middle of the table exchanged a glance so quick they thought I wouldn't catch it. I caught it. I caught all of it. I looked around the room slowly. At every averted gaze. Every nervous throat-clearing. Every wolf who suddenly couldn't sit still. And I laughed. "Look at you‚" I said softly. "Look at every single one of you." I stood up slowly. "A room full of wolves who have taken bribes under the table for the last decade. A room full of wolves who have cut backroom deals‚ bent pack law when it suited them‚ and lined their pockets with money that was meant for pack resources." I started walking. Slowly. Around the t







