Se connecter“Look at the pictures clearly. The pictures of his mate from five years ago.”Dash nodded toward the photos in Gideon’s hands. He studied them one by one, his gaze growing darker with each passing second. His eyes twitched when He saw the girl in the photo standing beside another man, not Draven.But it wasn’t the man.It was her face.The face of his wife.“Yes, she is not Angela, but her doppelganger. She was Draven’s original mate, whom he found before Angela. But that girl had already accepted her chosen mate.” Dash leaned back in the chair thoughtfully. “Maybe Draven killed her for that betrayal. He ran into her chosen mate, and it turned into a brutal fight. He slaughtered the man. But the girl…” he paused, “…she was found dead in a dark alley the very same day. No one knows how.”Gideon kept staring at the photographs. The girl, Draven, the other man. Their postures were tense, aggressive. It was clear they had been clashi
Angela kept staring at him, lying there utterly motionless, as if even breathing required permission. “Axel will be here in the morning. His room is arranged next to ours. Don’t go anywhere in my absence.” He gave her a stiff nod before turning to leave, leaving her cold and breaking her haze. Angela could not remain still. She sprang up and caught his elbow. “Gideon, I want..” Before the worry could leave her lips, He yanked her by the hair and crashed his cold mouth onto hers, kissing her with a violent, fevered intensity. Angela’s eyes flew wide as her body froze in shock. Her breath lodged painfully in her throat when Gideon bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to split the tender skin. She tasted blood. She tasted his fury. The frustration, the torment, the unspoken pain poured into that kiss like a storm breaking loose. His hands slid across her bare back as He dragged her into him, pressing her soft bosom against his hard, bu
Gideon’s anger did not vanish, it dissolved slowly as Angela’s body softened beneath his hovering frame, irrespective of her urge to push him back and cover her naked body, but again his intoxicating warmth seeped into her skin deliciously, so she didn’t mind. He watched her with a piercing, calculating gaze when she spoke again. “Am I right? You’re stopping yourself because of your Wolf. Otherwise, you would have treated me the way you did five years ago. Do you know why I escaped that night, Gideon?” Her voice was calm. Too calm. A slow whisper that slid into his nerves like venom. His veins throbbed violently as memories of that cursed night clawed their way back into his mind. “I was terrified of you, of your rage, of your wrath, of everyone around you. If I had told you about my pregnancy, which I tried to, you could have done far worse to me. It was hard, Gideon. You wouldn’t have believed me. You thought I betrayed you. You would have denied that the child was yours.” Tear
“Gideon, leave my hand. You are hurting me!” Angela screamed, wrenching at his iron grip while clutching the towel to her trembling body as He dragged her toward his room with ruthless determination. Gideon shoved her inside before slamming the door shut behind them.“And you couldn’t pass a day without seeing him?” Gideon’s voice sliced through the air as He turned and advanced toward her with slow, deliberate steps. Angela swallowed hard and retreated.“It wasn’t like that. I was having a bath there in the washroom….”“In his room?” He growled, lunging forward and seizing her jaw. “Why?” His eyes bled into pitch black as He glared down at her. “This room, our room, also has a bathroom. Elaborate to me why the fuck did you go there, Wife?” His menace coiled in her stomach like a tightening knot.Angela blinked rapidly, scrambling for words that refused to come. Somehow, unknowingly, she stood accused. “I… didn’t know that the guest room was his room.” “I asked…..” Gideon invaded her
“Angela…”Jordan Woodbead stood before her. Sweaty. Bare-chested. Wearing only his pants.He whispered her name with shocked yet anticipated expressions. Angela’s entire body went rigid as rage surged through her veins like wildfire, seeing one of the causes of her miseries. “How dare you enter this room?” she almost roared. “This… is my room, Angela,” he said cautiously. “Your room? Are you fucking kidding me?” She stepped closer, eyes blazing. “Tell me you’re not here to create another scandal. I swear I’ll kill you this time.” “No! Angela , please calm down. I really stay here. I was punished five years ago. I don’t live in the left wing anymore.” He said calmly, raising his hands in the air before looking back at the closed door. He entered the room to freshen up after the mock fight but was shocked by her presence. Angela faltered slightly. Before she could open her mouth again he spoke, “Thank goddess you’re back,” he continued desperately. “Maybe now I’ll be fre
A little brown-haired boy stared at Angela with round, startled eyes, clearly stunned by how swiftly she had caught the flying ball mid-air. Angela cleared her throat, narrowing her gaze at the children with a firmness that carried both authority and warmth. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t be playing around the kitchen? Someone could have been badly hurt,” she scolded, her tone sharp but not unkind. “We are sorry, pretty girl!” Venessa instantly put on her best puppy eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Aaron. “Aaron threw the ball at me, but I dodged it!” Aaron, however, looked entirely unapologetic. Instead, he stared at Angela with undisguised wonder, as if she were some rare creature he had only read about in fairy tales. “Mom… is she your friend?” he asked, tugging at Nora’s hand. She nodded with a fond smile. Angela’s eyes widened. “Wait… is he your son?” Nora laughed softly. “Yes. I was pregnant when you left. I just never got the chance to tell you.” She bent sli
Draven’s gaze swept across the room before landing on the discomfiting scene in front of him, and his jaw clenched hard. The sight of Angela in such a position did not sit well with him. A flicker of anger crossed his face as he immediately strode toward her. “Angela, what happened?” His voice ca
“Angelina Jones. Personal assistant of Draven Griffin. Completed her fashion designing course three years ago. Currently living with her best friend in an apartment in the territory of the Silver Moon Pack. No other background… nothing traceable before that.” Dash’s voice faded into the heavy sile
“Angelina has been working as my assistant for years, Mr. Robert. She is a great designer, so you might have seen her at some event with clients who sponsored her designs,” Draven affirmed smoothly. Robert’s gaze returned to her, and she nodded with a composed smile.“Ah! I see. Maybe you are right
“You didn’t have to come here, Draven,” Angela muttered as she slipped into his car, avoiding his gaze. “You know how people talk when they see us together.Draven griffin was one of the strong Alpha of the silver moon pack in the southern side of California. And because of his charming and famous







