LOGINDante’s POV I'm going to kill that boy.Not tonight, perhaps. One of these days, Ryker will push me too far, and even the Moon Goddess won't be able to save his sorry arse.I stare at him across the living room.He's on the couch with a bloody towel pressed to his head, looking the picture of the unfortunate victim of a terrible crime.Which he is, technically.But that doesn't excuse his stupidity."Do you have any idea what you've done?" I ask.Ryker shifts uncomfortably."Father, I didn't know she was an impostor."“That’s not what I asked."He looks away.I hold up his phone."You approved a security request without checking who it was from. A request relating to restricted areas of my clubhouse."“She said you authorized it!”“And you believed her?”“She looked exactly like Morgana!”I rub my forehead.Goddess, Scarlett. Of all the men you could have slept with, did you have to pick one whose idiocy was quite that pronounced?“Dante.”Morgana touches my arm.I look down at her.
Morgana’s POV"Oh, Ryker. You weren't meant to find out yet."My fingers turn cold.For a second I forget how to breathe.That woman is in my house right now, speaking in my voice, and she doesn't care in the slightest about getting caught.What the hell does she want?"Ryker?" I say, moving right up to the phone in Dante's hand. "Can you hear me?"A strange noise comes from the other end.Something scraping against the floor.Then Ryker speaks."Who the fuck are you?"The woman laughs."Is that any way to speak to your wife?"“Don’t come any closer!”I exchange a look with Dante.This is bad.Whatever Ryker is seeing right now is clearly enough to unsettle him. My husband isn't easily frightened.Well, unless his dad is involved.“Ryker,” Dante says firmly. "Get out of the house.""Father, what the hell is going on?""I'll explain later. Get the hell out. Now."A rather loud crash.I jump.“Ryker!”There's a grunt, then what sounds like furniture being knocked over.Then the call end
Morgana’s POV"Only two people were given the new code."The security officer looks at Dante, then at me."You, Alpha. And Mrs. Morgana Hamilton."I stare at him.“That’s not possible.”The man fiddles with his laptop."According to our records, your employee account had access to the office this morning."“My account?”“Yes.”I turn to Julian. "Since when do I have access to Alpha Dante's private office?"He's just as baffled as I am.You don't. At least nobody did it through me.“Then who did?”Nobody answers.Wonderful.Someone has been walking around the building with my face on, using my card, and apparently using every privilege I didn't even know I had.Meanwhile, the real Morgana Hamilton has spent the whole day correcting the financials until her eyes nearly fall out.What a wonderful life."Check who approved the access," says Dante.The officer begins typing.I watch the woman in the paused video.She's outside Dante's office, one hand on the door. If I didn't know better,
Morgana’s POV Careful, Princess, you're not as alone as you think.I read the message twice, then looked over my shoulder.There’s nobody behind us.Just empty chairs, plants swaying in the breeze, and the door we came through a few minutes ago.I go back to the picture.Whoever took it had a perfect view of us kissing. I can actually see Dante's hand on my waist.And the photo was taken less than a minute ago.Shit.“Morgana?”I barely hear him.My eyes go over to the buildings across the road. Some have their lights on, but I can't tell if anyone's actually at the windows.“Bunny, what’s wrong?”I hand him my phone.“Someone took our picture.”Dante studies the screen.His expression changes almost at once."Where the hell did that come from?"“An unknown number.”“When?”“Just now.”He looks towards the rooftop entrance.Then, amongst the buildings around us.“Stay here.”Before I can even ask what he's up to, he's off towards the door.Oh, no.Absolutely not.I hurry after him.“W
I spent three days thinking about how he held me, how he looked at me that morning and how safe I felt sleeping next to him. It meant something to me and I just don't see why it doesn't mean the same to him.Was I the only one who found that significant?I turn away before he even notices my eyes are full of tears.Stupid.So fucking stupid.I should have known better to let myself get carried away.I press a hand to my chest.Ever since that night with Karl, I've been trying to get my wolf back.That strange warmth.The pull that got me straight to Dante.Come on, I beg silently. Just once.Nothing.Not the slightest movement.I lower my hand.Perhaps my wolf has decided to give up on me once again.“Morgana.”“It’s fine, Alpha.”“Look at me.”I shake my head.“Please. I understand.”“No, you don’t.”Something in his voice has me turning. He's not standing by the chairs any more, he's right behind me and my heart leaps.He's not by the chairs any more. He's right behind me.'I haven'
Morgana’s POV"My office, Morgana. And please close the door behind you."The line goes dead.I look at the phone for a second before putting the receiver down.Seriously?This bloke has been ignoring me all day, and now that everyone's gone home, he suddenly remembers I'm here. That's rather a sore spot and I really hate that it is.I pick up my handbag and head off to his office.Well, he'd better have a good reason for phoning me. My feet are killing me, I'm starving, and all I want at the moment is a hot bath and my bed.Not necessarily in that order.I knock twice and then go in."Close the door," he says, still not looking up.I do as instructed.Alpha Dante's still going through some docs. Glasses perched low on his nose.I didn't even know he wore glasses.And why the hell does he look so good in them?“Morgana.”I straighten. “Yes, Alpha?”"Have you finished the revised reports?""Yes. I sent them all to Julian."“Good.”He continues reading.I wait.One minute passes.Then a
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta







