I’m not sure why I came to this stupid event. I wasn’t obligated to do so. I was simply bored. Dealing with my pack, the council, a lot of travel, and so much more. Nothing that doesn’t feel like a routine. Coming to this should be a good distraction. That’s what I thought initially.
But being the only council member at this event means everyone is coming up to me to pass on greetings. Hoping I’d notice them. I’m like a wealthy man in a pool of poor people.
As rude as that analogy is, it’s the best description I have.
I checked the time on my watch, only five minutes. I can’t leave anytime soon. I’ve got a duty.
When a couple approaches me, I bite back my sigh as I feel
the dread.“Alpha Cassiel Aldric, I’m glad you could make it.” I turned slowly to face them. My eyes and wolf don’t even register the male. My gaze is immediately drawn to the girl. Beautiful, full golden brown hair, pink l1ps, fair skin, and a gorgeous set of amber eyes.
Eyes that scan over my face with interest but without recognition. But I recognize her. How could I not?
My wolf is alive all of a sudden and needed to have a moment alone with her. However, I control myself as I notice the silver... tacky metal ring around her stunning finger.
Then I finally move to the man. He’s tall, average build, average looks. He doesn’t... he shouldn’t.... why is he married to such a goddess? I realize he’s waiting for me to say something with his hand out.
“Hello, I’m glad to be here. Who are you?”
The man looks like I’ve struck him in the face, but he recovers quickly. “I’m Alpha Matthais Crowe. This is my pack, I’m the one throwing this event. It’s an honor to have the presence of a council member.”
This man is a pack leader? I fight myself not to look back at that woman. It’s rude that he hasn’t introduced her. Perhaps they’re not married.
“Oh, my apologies. Many people have come up to me today, I thought you were one of them.”
“I’m so sorry if they’re bothering you. We could go somewhere more private.”
I pick up on his tone that he would like to discuss something with me. I think the fvck not. There are about a hundred alphas who try each time to get me to give them a way into the council. It seems this basic man is just like the others. Giving up on the urges filling me up, I go back to looking at his wife.
“That won’t be necessary. Part of being an alpha is entertaining people, right?”
Matthias fakes a laugh. “Yes. It’s part of the job.”
“Who are you, Miss? A friend?” I say, swallowing the almost hope that tries to seep into my words. My beast is roaring the chant.... MATE. MATE. MATE. MATE. Over and over again in my head.
Matthias seems to realize he hadn’t introduced her. “Oh no, this is my wife. Aurielle Crowe.”
She flickers her thick lashes as though surprised by something. It happens for just a second, but I don’t miss it.
Her hand comes out, and she bows a little. “It’s an honor.”
I wrapped my fingers around hers, ignoring the thrill that went through me as her slender fingers were engulfed by my much larger ones.
Aurielle, a name fit for a goddess. I’m reluctant to release her after the handshake, but to not be suspicious, i do so.
I need a way to get this man out of my sight so I can talk to her.
“On second thought, that private conversation would be nice. Would be kind to check if there’s a spot here available for us to chat?”
He takes the bait without a hint of hesitation. “Perfect.” his eyes shine, and he looks at his wife. The shine dissipates, and he shakes his head. “Would you be okay if I left her here with you? Just until I get back. Then we can head out separately.”
The gods are in my favor once again. I pretended to think about it. But the answer was already on my tongue before i said anything.
“Yes, that would be great. Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.” he leans closer to her, wrapping his hands around her waist and elbow to whisper something into her ear. I don’t smell a mating bond between them so either they’re not mates or he hasn’t marked her. Which is very foolish.
Who keeps a woman like this unmarked?
I would have claimed her the second i put that ring on her finger. I’m being civil.
Whatever Matthais says to her, I notice the change in her demeanor. Which gave my wolf the wrong feeling. But i made him calm down. We can’t go crazy over another man’s wife. I’m not like that.
He stepped back, giving me a smile and walking off. I watched him disappear into the sea of people. The moment he’s out of sight, my eyes fall back to the woman. She’s looking around at the waiters.
“Would you like some champayne?” i offered, and a frown forms on her face.
“I... don’t drink alco-hol.” she says. Linking her fingers together. Somehow i don’t believe that, but I’m not going to question her. Whatever she says is right.
I smile, and her cheeks flames up. Turning a lovely shade of pink. I beckoned one of the waiters over.
“Do you craft any zero-proof cocktails?”
He nods. “Yes sir, we have a fruity mocktail.”
I looked back at Aurielle. “Would that be okay?”
she nods, smiling. I motioned for the waiter to get some. I glanced around, her husband should be back soon so i need to take advantage of this.
“Let’s talk on the balcony. It’s a bit hot in here.”
She complies, and i hide my smile behind a perfectly hidden mask. I’ve got a reputation to keep up. The waiter returns quickly, it seems he caught another waiter who had a tray of mocktails. I collected one for myself, and led Aurielle towards the balcony.
My god, her name just sounds right. She walks ahead of me, looking divine in her fitted dressed.
How on earth is she married? I could have sworn..... well, there’s no use thinking about it.
Aurielle left first.I didn’t even realize it at first—too lost in thought, too busy trying not to look in her direction. But then her chair was empty. A ghost of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air like the aftertaste of something sweet I hadn’t earned the right to have. When she'd spotted me, I stared her down, then forced myself to look away. I didn’t know the next time I looked up, she would be gone. She just left. I watched her pretty smile diminish at the sight of me, like I was the dark cloud over her otherwise sunny day.Cassiel followed a few minutes later. He didn’t say anything to anyone. Just stood, glanced across the room, and left. But not before looking at me.It wasn’t a glare, and it wasn’t smugness, either. His face was unreadable—blank in the kind of way that made me feel like I wasn’t even worth the expression. That was what pissed me off: that silent dismissal, that calm assurance that he had no respect for me, that he could tell I was feeling bitter.
I was still bristling when I left the restaurant—my body thrumming with tightly coiled rage, like lightning without a storm. Every muscle in me was wired with the residual venom from Nerissa’s words, from the slap I delivered, from the weight of everything she’d tried to dig up and twist inside me.Then I bumped into Cassiel.He was standing near the hallway just outside the restrooms, leaning casually against the wall like he had all the time in the world. But the moment he saw my face, something shifted in his posture. His eyes narrowed, focused—not with judgment, but concern. A quiet alertness.Without asking a single question, he reached for my hand and said gently, “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got another plan for our date.”I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him we could just go back to the table and finish dessert, maybe order another round of drinks. But then I saw the warmth in his gaze—steady, reassuring, safe—and the words fell apart on my tongue. He wasn’t suggesting th
I stepped into the bathroom, heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. It was pristine. Elegant. The soft hum of ambient music filtered faintly through the walls, and the scent—sweet, floral, something like jasmine and lily—hung in the air like perfume on silk.Not a single stall door was ajar. No scuff marks on the floor. No sign that anyone had used the space before me. It felt more like a private lounge than a restroom, and for a second, I let myself breathe in the stillness.I turned on the tap and watched the cold water run in steady ribbons down the gold-lined sink. I considered splashing some on my face, maybe to shock myself back into control—but I couldn’t risk ruining my makeup. Not after tonight. Not after how beautiful I felt for the first time in what felt like forever.So I didn’t touch the water.Instead, I leaned against the counter and stared at my reflection.My hair was still in place. My lipstick hadn’t smudged. My eyes sparkled—maybe from the dance,
After hours of sitting on the beach in peaceful silence, bathed in sunlight and warm ocean breeze, Cassiel and I returned to the hotel. He got a room next to mine—not too close, not too far—and we went our separate ways to change.I wasn’t sure what to expect when he first invited me out tonight. Something formal? Something awkward? Something I might regret?But here I was, halfway through a meal that could rival any of the finest I've ever tasted, laughing without restraint, smiling like my face had forgotten how to frown.The food was incredible—rich flavors and delicate spices that made every bite feel like a celebration. But as good as the food was, the company was better. He was better. I didn’t think I’d ever feel this light again. This... free.Cassiel made it easy to forget everything else. The past. The pain. The expectations. Sitting across from him, dressed in red and feeling like my heart had been lit from within, I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt. Every second of this
I tried—I really, really tried—to enjoy my evening.I focused on the food first. Every bite was artfully plated and full of rich, carefully crafted flavors. I forced myself to taste it and to nod and hum in appreciation whenever Nerissa commented on the spices or asked me to try something off her plate. It was easy for the first few minutes. I distracted myself with delicious food and Nerissa, trying to admire how pretty she is. Trying to remind my wolf that we were not defined by our instincts, by our mating bonds, we’re not controlled by any of it. Still, it didn’t work. I drank from my cup. Then I focused on the sound. The band played a soft, almost haunting rendition of an old love song I used to adore. The melody drifted through the restaurant like smoke, curling around every candle flame and whispered conversation. The dancers moved like water, fluid and elegant, dressed in silks that shimmered under golden lighting.And through it all, Nerissa talked about her day. About the
The rest of my day passed in a haze, as if the world had decided to move without me. Nothing significant happened—no sudden clarity, no breakthroughs. Just an overwhelming quiet that left me with nothing but my own thoughts.Nerissa had asked for space after she left the pack, told me she needed time to ‘process her humiliation.’ I gave it to her. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t have the mental strength to argue. I sat there questioning everything once again—who I was, who I used to be, who I thought I loved- it had become my favorite thing to do.I’m not in love with Nerissa anymore. That much I know. But knowing doesn’t always make things easier. What makes it worse is realizing just how many people around me had seen things I was too blind to notice. My parents, for one. The looks they gave her—icy, disappointed, wary. They saw something in her I didn’t. A version of Nerissa I had refused to believe existed.But my grandmother… she always liked Nerissa. Always. She sa