ログイン“Angela, Call Draven, now!” Rebecca ordered Angela as another howl echoed through the night. She quickly unfastened her belt, opened the glove compartment, and pulled out her gun loaded with silver bullets.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive brown werewolf leapt onto the windshield, cracking it instantly. Angela shrieked as the phone slipped from her hand and fell near her feet. The wolf growled viciously before slamming its paws against the glass again. Rebecca fired straight at its head, but it dodged at the last second, escaping the bullet.“Fucking bastard!” Rebecca cursed as it jumped onto the roof, banging it violently. Two more wolves emerged from both sides of the road, closing in on them.“What…what do we do?” Angela stammered, her voice trembling at the sight of the wild creatures surrounding them in the middle of nowhere.“We call for aid. Call Draven, Angela. I’ll handle these mutts!” Rebecca snapped before aiming again. This time, her shot hit perfectly and the black wer
“What did you say? Are you serious, Mom?” Rebecca’s voice rang with pure excitement, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the phone screen.On the other end, Beatrice chuckled softly, clearly amused by her daughter’s reaction. “Yes, sweetheart. Your father told me just today, and I called you immediately. So… are you coming?”Rebecca’s mouth fell open in disbelief before her expression shifted into an exaggerated scowl. “Are you kidding me? Of course I’m coming, dammit!” she almost shrieked. “Mom, he is my long-time crush. There’s no way I’m missing this chance to see him. Oh Moon Goddess… please, just make him my fated mate!”Her voice echoed through the room, filled with uncontainable joy.Angela sat quietly in the corner of the couch, her fingers tightening around her phone. Every word of Rebecca and Beatrice’s conversation struck her like a silent storm. She didn’t interrupt, she couldn’t.“Alright, sweetie,” Beatrice continued warmly. “And don’t forget to bri
His question struck her like a sudden storm, unexpected and suffocating. “Tell me, Angela… who is he?” Draven’s voice came again, slower this time, heavier. His eyes didn’t leave her face, studying every flicker of emotion. Angela blinked, as if pulled out of a trance. Her fingers tightened around the glass before she quietly placed it on the table. “What do you mean?” she asked, her tone steady but inside, she was unnerved. The truth she had buried for years had surfaced. And she wasn’t ready. “Is he your ex?” Draven’s gaze sharpened, pinning her in place. There was no escape in those eyes, only a silent command.Angela’s face drained of color. She coudnt speak. She didn’t think to tell him the truth like this. Draven exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “It’s your choice if you want to tell me the truth,” he said, his voice dropped. “But if he is… then don’t lie to me, Angela. Your silence would hurt less than a lie.” Still… nothing. “Fine.” His tone snapped. “Knox will drop
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 carried both concern and restrained irritation. “I think she sprained her ankle,” Gideon answered before she could speak, his tone laced with mock sympathy. “One shouldn’t wear such heels if one cannot walk properly, Miss Jones.” His fingers pressed deliberately into her waist as He spoke, giving it a subtle squeeze. Angela jolted at the touch. Her eyes snapped toward him in fury, and without hesitation, she dug her nails into his hand resting on her waist. The sharp sting only amused him. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as He slowly raised both hands in mock surrender, allowing her the space to get up, if she could. Angela ignored him, lifting her gaze to Draven. She extended her han
Angela looked at him with a composed face, but inside, angry chaos fluttered wildly in her chest. Her racing heartbeat betrayed her calm exterior. Why was He doing this? Why humiliate her like this here, in front of everyone?Her nervous eyes instinctively flickered toward Draven, silently seeking an escape.“Mr. Woodbead?”Draven’s voice cut through the tension, pulling Gideon’s attention away. But even as He turned, his gaze lingered, unblinking, possessive and unsettling. It didn’t sit well with Draven. The way Gideon stared at Angela, it bothered him.Gideon smirked faintly, glancing at his own hand before stepping back with calculated ease.“I am seeing a human assistant working for an Alpha for the first time, Mr. Griffin,” He said smoothly, his tone laced with mock curiosity. “I was merely wondering, if she recognized me too.”His words twisted like silk, yet dangerous.Angela swallowed, her throat bobbing visibly, and Gideon’s eyes darkened at the sight, seeing her slender thi
“So there is no other way to cure Axel except his father’s blood?” Draven’s brows lifted slowly, disbelief laced with l possessiveness as he crossed his arms tightly against his chest. Angela didn’t trust her voice. So she simply nodded. Her face had already given up what her lips refused to say. Defeat, fear and helplessness. “And you want me to find him?” The sharpness in his tone made her fingers curl in her lap. A flicker of nervousness passed through her eyes. Of course it would anger him. Talking about an ex, that too the father of her child, in front of her mate was never going to end well. But that wasn’t her intention. “No!” she blurted quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, I’m stuck, Draven. That’s why I came to you. I need a solution, I can only trust you with this.” Her voice softened, but the tremor didn’t hide. “Is there any other way to cure Axel? What if we can’t get his help?” Her throat tightened. “He didn’t even know about my pregnancy back then. What i







