GIOVANNI POVMy breath caught as I stared at him, the wine glass poised so casually in his hand. He sipped it like he had all the right to be there, then met my eyes, bold and unbothered. The nerve of him almost made me laugh.“I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said, tilting his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.I clenched my fists under the table, fighting the itch to wipe that smug look off his face.“What are you doing here?” I snapped. “Did you come to harass Evelyn?”He didn’t even flinch. “Still thinking about Evelyn?” he asked, sounding almost amused.My hands twitched. I wanted to slam them on the table, but the damn thing was glass, I’d shatter it for sure. “So, how long have you been planning to fool me?” I asked with a serious tone.“Since I found out the person competing with me for the project I broke my back for was from the Nightshade Pack,” he said, leaning back like it was no big deal. “You should’ve seen my face when I realized it was a woman. I th
Evelyn’s heart pounded. She was ready to go, to find Bea. But then her kids came into her mind. How was she going to manage with her kids? She has to come up with a solution really quickly.Maybe she could leave the kids with Mimi at the Silvermoon Pack or with Reuben at the Crescent Pack. But there was a problem, Reuben was still brainwashed, convinced Giovanni was some kind of Godsent. That could put her children in danger.“About the project,” Ezra said, breaking the silence, “I found out they’re building a museum, right in the center of New York City.”John looked up sharply, disbelief flickering across his face.“A museum?” he repeated, as he exclaimed. Of all things, a museum. That’s what they chose to build. John thought as he didn't know why it doesn't make sense even though it does."I don't think this is just a normal museum,"“For a while now, Silvermoon Pack’s art pieces have been going missing,” Evelyn began. “And Diane... she chose to frame me for it. All because a Nigh
"She said she didn't want to go to the city's hospital since it's it not serious,"John replied to her asking why she chose to remain at the town's hospital.They stood quietly, looking at Mona. Her skin was pale and thin, stretched tightly over her bones. She was breathing softly as her eyes were opened. Her fingers moved slightly, and her legs shifted a little under the blanket.“I’m very honored to have you here, Alpha,” she whispered. Her voice was dry and weak, like the sound of dry leaves.John gave a small nod but didn’t say anything. He looked at Evelyn, who sat silently next to Mona, her hands tightly clenched in her lap.“I... I’m sure you both know by now that I was poisoned,” Mona said, her eyes moving between them.Evelyn slowly nodded, her face pale. John didn’t speak, his jaw tight as he felt so bad that this was happening to her and he never knew.“I will recover,” Mona said, her voice weak as she meant it. “I’m not an ordinary being. But you must be careful, Alpha. He
"You didn’t tell me everything, did you? What are you hiding from me? And what did he mean when he said they’re keeping it away from me? I thought you were the only one who knew about my dad’s death," Evelyn said, her voice trembling. She wasn’t sure if she was yelling or just scared.“I’m sorry for raising my voice,” she added quickly, glancing at Simone.But he didn’t seem bothered. He just gave her a small smile and stepped a little closer, shaking his head like a parent would at a child asking too many questions.“I’d react the same way if someone told me that,” he said calmly. Then his expression turned more serious. “But what surprises me is how easily you believed that bastard. Did it ever cross your mind to ask how he even knew all that?”Evelyn paused. The words stung because they made sense. She had believed the stranger too quickly because deep down, she always felt something about her father’s death didn’t add up. It hadn’t looked like an accident. It had looked like murde
EVEYLN He tilted his head, a slow, smug smile curling on his lips as our eyes met.With a scoff, I crossed my arms and made my way to the table, where I set my bag."So what should I call you now? Carlo? Or Benjamin?""Whichever suits your mood, ma'am," he replied, casually lowering his feet to the floor, still perfectly at ease in his seat."You know Giovanni will kill you if he finds out you're Benjamin, right?" "Like I care," he said.He leaned back further, swinging his legs up and resting them on the table. On the actual table like he owned the place.His suit was sharp and perfectly tailored, a deep blue that screamed money. Louboutin shoes. A diamond-studded watch. A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement band even though I knew he wasn’t engaged. And that scent? Tom Ford’s Oud Wood. This wasn’t the fake Beta Carlo I’d seen around the Pack.No. This was Benjamin. And now, he looked every bit like Giovanni’s rival.I still hadn’t sat down. I couldn’t. Seeing him lik
EVEYLN"Come on," John said to him, but Charles stood up, wiping his lips. He didn’t even glance at me as he walked away from the table.I sighed. I was about to follow him, but I stayed seated. I didn’t want to get in the middle of a father and son. This was between them even if it involved me.I watched as John stood up, ready to go after him, but I reached out and held him back. He was doing all this for me."I think you should just listen to your father," I said softly. "Everything he’s doing is for the good of the Pack..."John turned to me, eyes sharp."So you’d be okay if I brought Diane back to the Pack, then?"I didn’t respond because I couldn’t lie.So I let my silence speak for me. My phone buzzed on the table as it was a message from Simone:“Come to the office, it's urgent.”I sighed, setting the phone down just as John stood to leave."You and I will never be okay with this," he said, his voice rough with frustration. "Especially me, Evelyn. So stop sacrificing your hap