LOGINANASTASIA'S POV “Tighter.”My voice cracked like a whip through the walk-in closet, slicing the air as sharply as the boning of my corset. The maid behind me froze for a fraction of a second, the kind of pause that always irritated me, before fumbling with the straps. I watched her in the full-length mirror, her nervous hands pulling but still not enough. Not nearly enough.I narrowed my eyes. “Did you hear what I said?” I hissed. “Tighter.”The maid’s voice wavered. “But, my lady… it cannot go any tighter or there’d be a mishap.”I spun on her so quickly she stumbled back. “Are you calling me fat?”Her eyes went wide with panic. “No, my lady! That’s not what I—”“Then do as I asked,” I snapped, cutting across her stupid babbling, “and stop getting on my nerves. I didn’t ask for your worthless opinion.”She nodded frantically, swallowing back a pathetic sob, and resumed pulling at the strings. Harder this time. Much harder. Her hands shook, but I didn’t care. I only cared that she d
ANASTASIA'S POVMy steps were quick. My feet padded down the hallway in an eager rhythm I could barely control. Every cell in my body was buzzing, straining to close the distance between Nicholas and me. I hadn’t realised how much his absence had drained me until the moment I heard he was back.In my hurry, I nearly crashed into a cluster of maids coming from the around the corner. Each pair carried large boxes stacked so high their faces were almost covered with it. They tilted sideways to avoid me just in time, preventing any accident.The boxes were clearly heavy, judging by the slight tremble in their arms. Dishware, I assumed, judging by the clanging sounds of ceramic. They probably for Amelia’s “intimate” family dinner. Though why an intimate gathering required enough plates to feed a small pack was beyond me.I was about to sidestep them completely when hushed whispers drifted out, catching my attention.“She’s so lucky to have a husband like that,” one maid sighed dreamily.“D
ANASTASIA'S POVI shut my eyes, feeling a headache coming.Of course Amelia would show up now, right when Grey had decided to manhandle me in the middle of a designer store like some savage. How in the world was I supposed to get out of this without it turning into a circus now that she was here?“Amelia,” Grey rasped, sounding exactly like a child who’d been caught sneaking cookies.His grip on my arm slackened just enough for me to yank myself free. The moment I did, a sharp soreness flared through my skin.“I thought you said you had to inspect the pack ruins?” Amelia asked him, voice too smooth, smile too composed. Her face was unreadable, eerily so.Grey floundered, visibly scrambling. “I was… but I—uh… something came up and the plans changed.”I winced. Goddess, that lie was so pathetic it was painful. If I were Amelia, I’d be insulted.“What came up?” she asked casually, then tipped her head toward me. “My sister?”Grey looked at me then looked away, cursing under his breath. “
ANASTASIA'S POVGrey talked and talked, dredging up memories he thought were ‘cute’ but they only served a reminder to how foolish and self disrespecting my past self was.“Remember the time at the café when I ordered the choco mint tiramisu even though you warned me I wouldn't like it? And like you predicted I didn't.” He smiled as if the memory was endearing.I smiled too, but mine was bitter, “So I gave you MY chocolate chip cheesecake and took the tiramisu.”Grey, ever the obnoxious fool, laughed. “Yeah,” he looked at me with fake fondness. “You used to be so loving. I miss that.”I fought the urge to roll my eyes. What he missed was the fool I had been.He continued to reminisce about times where I had given, sacrificed, bent… while he reciprocatedIt was almost laughable. For someone who was trying to use the past to reach my heart, he was doing a very poor job of it.I got sick of my cheesecake halfway through it, unable to enjoy it while listening to Grey's irritating tales.“
ANASTASIA’S POV“Come on, get in.” Grey gestured toward the waiting car expectantly.I shifted on my feet, my stomach tightening as I cast what had to be my hundredth nervous glance at the Bloodhound mansion behind me.The morning sky was beginning to clear, giving way to more sunrays that reflected on the endless window panes.I wondered if it was right to just leave without informing Nicholas or Lucas.Every part of me screamed that I should turn back, march inside, and at least tell Lucas. That would have been the SENSIBLE thing to do.But I knew doing that would mean Nicholas will come to know as his Beta never hides anything from him.If Lucas knew, Nicholas knew. And if Nicholas knew…I winced internally. He was sure to drop everything at Stormborn and be here before the car even reached the main road. Then he’d turn the ‘impromptu date’ into a beating-Grey-to-mush festival. And I didn’t need that today.I just needed this over with.Which was exactly why I didn’t tell him. Or L
ANASTASIA'S POVWhen I woke the next morning, the first thing I felt was warmth. Soft, solid, familiar. Nicholas’s warmth. But when I opened my eyes, the bed beside me was empty.My eyes coasted to where he was in front of the mirror, already dressed and buttoning the cuff of a dark blue shirt that was tucked neatly into black jeans.The sight made my heart soften immediately, even though a tiny prickle of worry followed right behind it. He looked like someone on his way to a serious business. Not in expression, but in purpose.“Good morning,” he whispered as soon as he noticed I was awake. He crossed the room in two long strides and leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against my forehead.The simple tenderness of it unravelled me a little.“Good morning,” I murmured back, my voice thick with sleep, my body still deliciously languid from everything we’d done last night. The memory alone warmed me.But the warmth faltered as my eyes scanned him again. “Are you going somewhere?” I asked







