FAZER LOGINMorgana’s POVThe rest of the week passed in a blur. On Thursday, Ryker and I took a flight to Las Vegas for the wedding. We arrive at the Darkspire Hotel, which is owned by Alpha Dante. I’ve heard about it a lot, but nothing prepared me for actually stepping into the luxurious five star lobby. The second we arrive, people are already waiting to take out things and lead us to our suites. For the duration of the wedding, we have the entire floor of the penthouse suites. As a couple, Dante and I get one. The suit is gorgeous, furnished in tones of gold and white. The massive balcony gives the perfect view of the Strip, with all the glowing lights and the bustling city life. Excitement bubbles low in my belly. This is the first time I’ve been to Las Vegas, or even stayed in a hotel as fancy as this. Sometimes I forget just how rich Alpha Dante is. It’s barely nine pm by the time Ryker is getting ready to leave. “Where are you going?” I ask, looking up from my phone. He gives me an
Morgana’s POV“Honey, did you get any sleep at all last night?”I force on a smile and gave Chloe, my colleague. “Yes, I did. Just a little.”Lies. I didn’t sleep a wink. I was up all night. Sobbing, then sobbing some more. Then I tried to watch a movie and ended up sobbing again because I picked a sad one. By the time the sun cracked open the sky, my face was swollen, my eyes all bloodshot, and there was no call by 4am asking me to report to work by 7pm so I had to drag my ass to the office at the crack of dawn. Nothing make up and concealer won’t hide. But apparently, it wasn’t enough. Chloe drops a bottle of strawberry juice on my table. “Try and rest, okay?” I thank her, even though I’m not sure I can stomach anything. I make my way to Alpha Dante’s office. I’m organizing his schedule for the day when he walks in. I freeze. So does he in the doorway. Our eyes meet, his are dark pools of an emotion I can’t name. He looks at me, his eyes moving down my body and resting a sec
Dante’s POVI couldn’t do it. Not while Morgana knelt there like a perfect submissive, staring at me with the purest eyes I’ve ever seen. The plan was simple. Punish her. That was it. Make another woman suck me off so Morgana could see what she was missing out. Bullshit. I wanted to punish her? I’m the one who ended up being punished. My wolf won’t stop whining. Yapping and making noise in my head. This cursed, one sided matebond. For all my life it has tormented me. And even in this second chance at life it still torments me. Morgana was fucking stunning in that green piece. The moment I spotted it, I knew it would be perfect on her. I wanted to abandon all caution. Pull her into my lap and fuck her while she wore it. That’s why I fucking bought it. Instead, I ruined everything. She cried. Seeing tears in her eyes did something to me I can’t even fucking explain. I hate it. But at the same time I like it. I want to make her cry. At the same time I want her to be crying out
Morgana’s POVI’ve never felt such burning jealousy in my entire life. Not when I found out Ryker was fucking Delilah. Not when I found out that she’d won a luxury trip. Nothing. Nothing else has filled me with so much jealous rage, the kind that makes me see red.I want to march up to that woman, grab her by the hair and throw her to the side. “Dont even think about it,” Alpha Dante’s commanding voice cuts through my thoughts with startling precision, like he read my mind. I drag my eyes away from the infuriating woman and meet his eyes.But I can't. I just can’t. Not when she’s stroking his length, biting her lip as she does and throwing “fuck yourself” glances my way. She should pray really hard i dont meet her outside here. If i do, it’s on sight. Immediately.“Morgana,”I shiver, my shoulder bristling. “Yes, alpha?”“Watch.”The woman giggles. She looks right at me, her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Then she leans down, and the ehad of his cock vanish
Morgana’s POVI turn. There’s a bottle of fine whiskey on the bar too and only one glass. It’s like it was waiting for me. Like he was waiting for me. My breaths trap in my chest as I walk shakily over to it. I do my best to keep my hands steady, pouring the whiskey till it’s the right amount. “I-ice?” My voice is fragile like wet paper. “No.”I could use some ice for my face right now. Placing the glass on the tray, I grip it with both hands and turn to him. “Lose the coat, Morgana.” He commands. “I spent a pretty penny on that piece.”“My apologies, alpha,” the words come out on autopilot. I place the tray down for a second to take off the coat. The cool air hits my skin hard, making me feel naked. When I turn back to him his eyes are still on my face. I frown. He won’t even look down? Just a little? Disappointed, I pick up the tray and force myself to smile. But just as I take the first step forward, he clicks his tongue. “Crawl.”I blink. “A-alpha?”He leans forward, pro
Morgana’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
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







