LOGIN⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I watched her walk away, and for the first time in my life, something inside me fractured into a thousand jagged pieces. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. I had intended for this gala to be the moment I pulled her closer, not the moment I pushed her off a cliff.When Nolan told me she said she needed space, I forced myself to stay away. I wanted her to feel free, to come to her own decision without my shadow looming over her. I didn't want to force her into my bed; I wanted her to choose it again.But then this damn gala arrived. The truce between the Trifang and Blackridge packs was a strategic necessity — a merger that would secure our borders and cement our position among the most elite and untouchable circles. It was a deal I couldn't ignore, but all I could think about was using the event as an excuse to see her.I had Ronan buy that black lace dress — an exact echo of the one she wore the night she gave herself to me. I sent it with the
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The man’s scent was revolting, a pungent, acrid mix of stale alcohol and sweat that churned my stomach. I couldn’t see his face in the oppressive darkness, but the cold, unforgiving wall slammed against my back as he shoved me into it. I tried to scream, but his disgusting palm was crushed against my mouth, muffling my cries into nothing but desperate, frantic whimpers. I lashed out, my knee finding his crotch with a brutal thump. He let out a pained grunt but didn't let go; instead, he used his weight to pin my legs down, his other hand fumbling to hike up the delicate lace of my dress. Rage flared through my panic. I sank my teeth into the meat of his hand, biting down until I tasted blood. He yanked his hand back with a hiss, and I managed to let out a strangled, broken scream. Before I could scream again, a powerful scent flooded the room. A blur of motion cut through the blackness. The man was ripped away from me with a violence that made the air
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We approached them, the air growing heavier with tension as we drew closer. The moment we stopped before them, Zayn’s gaze snapped to mine. His eyes didn’t just look at me; they searched me, dark and heavy with a silent intensity that made my skin prickle beneath the lace of my dress. It was as though he were reminding me, without a single word, that he still possessed a part of me. “Nolan… who do we have here?” the woman beside him asked, breaking the spell. “This is Blair, my fiancée,” Nolan said, his chest puffing out with a bit of unearned pride. “Oh? Are you engaged? Why haven't I heard a word of this?” she asked, her eyebrows arching as she turned her dazzling smile toward Zayn. “Zayn? You kept this quiet.” Zayn finally tore his eyes away from me. “It was a recent arrangement,” he said. “I’m Meera, Alpha Owen’s sister from the Blackridge Pack,” she said, extending a hand adorned with rings. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Blair. I hope we’ll get a
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I hadn’t seen Zayn or Nolan in over a week. I had retreated into the sanctuary of my room, locking the door and refusing to face an increasingly suffocating world. My mother had spent the entire time hovering outside, badgering me to spend more time with Nolan, but I was a woman divided. My heart was pulling me toward a man I could never truly have—a man for whom I was likely nothing more than a secret he only touched in the dark—something reckless, something he would never choose in the light of his real world. And I knew that if I went through with this marriage to Nolan, my life would be over. It would be a slow death of humiliation and infidelity. But the alternative was like stepping off a cliff into absolute darkness, with no idea what waited below. The silence was shattered when my door burst open. My mother marched in, clutching a heavy black envelope embossed with the Trifang symbol and the Alpha’s personal wax seal. The Alpha acceptance stamp
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We walked out of the building, the midday sun glaring off the pavement. Nolan’s fingers dug into my wrist, the pressure sharp enough to throb until I finally snapped and yanked it away. He spun around to face me, his face flushed with fury. He had practically dragged me out of the boardroom. “What did you tell him, Blair?” Nolan demanded. “What? Are you upset because your poor little mistress finally got what she deserved?” I shot back, my voice dripping with honeyed venom. “She’s not my… she’s not…” He broke off, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. He looked like he wanted to scream, but forced himself to take a breath. “You know what? Let’s just forget about her. Let’s do something else. What’s next?” “More golf?” I asked, though the very idea of playing with him bored me to tears. “No, not golf. Something else,” he said quickly. I let out a dry, mocking chuckle. “I’m just exhausted with golf, that’s why,” he said, the pathetic
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn moved away from me with the fluidity of a shadow just as Nolan stepped fully into the room. I frantically straightened the hem of my dress, my heart thundering against the wall of my chest so loudly I was sure they could both hear it. “Blair…?” Nolan stopped dead, his eyes wide with surprise. He looked between me and his father, confusion flickering across his face as he tried to process why his virtuous fiancée was alone in a locked boardroom with the Alpha King. “Yeah. You finally remembered me, Nolan? Your fiancée?” I asked, forcing a quick, tight smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Zayn didn’t look flustered at all. He simply leaned against the edge of the massive mahogany table, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watched us both with a terrifyingly calm gaze. “Now that you’re here, Nolan, I’ve made a decision. We are firing Seraphina. Today.” “No!” Nolan blurted, the word escaping him before he could think. He caught himself, clearing







