LOGINMorgana’s POVAt five pm, a package arrives for me in the mail. A large black box with a red bow and a note attached to it. I read the note first; “wear this to work tonight” is all it reads. But that handwriting is easy to spot. I’d recognize Alpha Dante’s impressive cursive anywhere. I’m the only one at home. Ryker left at some point, something about meeting a friend or something. I didn’t ask, surely it was nothing. So I take the box and head to my room, my heart pounding in breathless anticipation. But nothing prepares me for what I find inside the box. “Oh goodness…” I gasp. Heat paints my cheeks red and my breathing catches in my throat. I touch the fabric, marveling at how soft it feels under my palm. Like literal clouds. When I lift it up, my blush turns dark red. A pair of lingerie. Not just any kind, the very racy kind. The material is a lush green, lace and stripes of silk that barely cover anything. The chest area is a mere flimsy triangle that I’m not even sure w
Delilah’s POVAfter lunch, I waved goodbye to Morgana then walked into the car waiting for me. Inside was a woman. Even though she was sitting, she was tall. Slender and very beautiful. A pair of black shades hid half her face, and the mink coat she wore covered the Lowe half of her face. Her aura filled the cramped space of the car, choking me. But I kept my head up and smiled. “My queen,” I greeted with a bow of my head. She didn’t glance at me. “Have you done as I asked you to?”“Yes, my queen. I have delivered both items. The bracelet I just gave her today.”She gave a low hum. But she didn’t immediately send me out, which made me think she had more to say. “My queen, if I may ask…what does the bracelet do?”She turned to me. Behind her glasses, her eyes glowed a subtle silver. Enough for me to see it. And also enough for me to see the resemblance between her and Ryker, he had the slope of her nose, and her beautiful mouth. “You’re not supposed to ask too many questions,” s
Morgana’s POVMy phone ringing wakes me up the next morning. “Hello?” My voice is all groggy and frankly I need to go back to sleep. It’s barely light outside. “Mrs Hamilton,” I spring upright, every atom of sleep vanishing from my eyes. “J-Julius?”The clock by my bedside reads 4:10am. “My apologies for calling at an absurd time,” Julius says, and he does sound apologetic. “Report to work today by 7pm.”What the actual hell? I rub my eyelids, groaning softly. “Is there a reason why or am I supposed to shut up and obey?”“You’re very funny, Mrs Hamilton. Have a lovely day.” And the line clicks dead. I stare at my phone, caught between annoyance and bewilderment. has to be a joke. What am I going to do in the office at 7pm? What sort of assistant comes to work by that time? It’s only day two of this job and I feel like it’s been a decade. With a soft sigh, I save Julius’s number, then head to the bathroom to start my morning routine. That’s it. About all the sleep I’m getting
Ryker’s POVI’d be lying if I said I know what I’m doing. I spotted Morgana miles away, clutching a bunch of papers and staring into space like the ditzy little omega she is. I should have just continued on my way, gone up to see my father as I’d planned. But I couldn’t. Something about Morgana in that red skirt, that blouse hugging her body just right and showing the right bit of cleavage, made my mouth go dry. When I grabbed her and pulled her into some random supply closet, I didn’t know. When I kissed her, I was fully aware. Fuck. Has she always tasted this good? “Ryker?!” She gasps, her eyes widening. She looks shocked, disappointed? What the fuck? “Get off me!” She screams, and the next thing I feel is a slap on my right cheek. I don’t let her escape. Grabbing her hips, I slam her against the door. My cheek stings, but that’s nothing. “Is that the way to greet your husband, Mor?” I ask, smiling at her. “I’ve missed you.”She glares at me, her eyes shiny. “I havent! You…yo
Morgana’s POVAlpha Dante doesn't like me.Matter of fact, I think he hates me.“What are you wearing?” His voice is cold, colder than his eyes as he glares at me. I glance down at my outfit, a frown creasing my brow. It’s nothing scandalous, just the cute outfit I always wore whenever I served him. Yesterday, after the whole incident at S&M that ended in me both crying my heart out and getting my job back, I showed up at The Dark Brotherhood to resume my duties.Only to be met with Alpha Dante’s icy stare.“I…” my mouth runs dry. “Alpha I don't understand, did I do something wrong?”He sighs, rubbing his temples. “You’re not working as my whisky girl any longer, Morgana. You have lost that privilege.”His words hit like a slap, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. “W-what?” Okay, now I feel very stupid that I showed up in this. “What did I do?” my voice comes out small and squeaky.Alpha Dante stares at me. And I'm reminded of last night. Not the look he gave me as I fell apart un
Morgana pov“We need to find who took the photo. What if they–”Alpha Dante grunts, his brows knitted together as he places me gently over the bed like I'd break at the tiniest force which honestly, after all the shit that just went down, I would. “Stop worrying your head, Morgana,” he says, staring down at me with the intensity I've grown to associate with him. “I’ll take care of it.”I wish I could just calm down and believe him. I have no doubts when he says he’ll handle something. He is Alpha Dante. But that doesn't make me feel better.Someone saw us.Someone saw me kissing him and grinding on his clothed cock like a bitch omega in heat. What if it was Selene? Or Jon? Or someone entirely different that’s most likely going to use it against me.“Morgana,” Alpha Dante growls, grabbing my chin and squishing my cheeks together. “Look at me.”I meet his eyes. “You’re afraid,”I nod. I am. Oh goddess, i’m fucking terrified.I’m also cold but that’s the least of my problems right now
Morgana’s POVSomething is terribly wrong with me. I must be cursed or something. Because why else will I get a message barely twelve minutes after I secured a job at Devil’s Halo, that I was fired?I stare at the message for a good five minutes, so much so that I internalize the tone and every sin
Alpha Dante’s POVMy office smelled of leather and aged whiskey. And her.Morgana.The familiar space of my office should have grounded me. Instead it only made the memory of her sharper.As if it wasn’t enough to have her crawling over to me, looking at me with those fuck my throat eyes, calling m
Morgana’s POVI’m so close. Just a little more and I’d—He pulls his fingers out of me.A pathetic whine rips out of my throat, my hips chasing his hand like a bitch in heat. But all he does is step back, his dark eyes watching me with satisfaction, watching me leak all over his desk and flutter ar
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







