A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. The casualness of the cafÃĐ around us faded into an echo, and all I could focus on was the name that had been a ghost in my life for far too long. I didnât want Gino to see my reaction, so I took a breath and tried to manage the confusion swirling within me. âHarriet? You okay?â Ginoâs voice was laced with concern again, pulling me back to reality. I could see the shadow of worry crossing his features as he sensed my shift. âYeah, just... a message from a friend,â I stammered, turning my phone facedown on the counter. I couldnât bring myself to explain. The last thing I wanted was for him to question me, to sense any thought of Damonâs lingering effect on my life. I desperately wanted to keep this moment between usâa fresh beginning unmarred by the past. Gino frowned slightly but ultimately shrugged it off. âAlright, if you say so. But you know Iâm here if you need to talk about anything.â I nodded by instinct, thankful for his g
Damon pov My heart sank into my stomach as I realised the cafÃĐ was empty of Harriet but full of strangers. I could picture her sipping coffee, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the bustling cafÃĐ. I turned away from the counter, insisting that I wouldnât give up, not now.âLetâs ask the barista if she saw where Harriet went,â Lucas suggested, his voice steady and calming amidst the turmoil inside me.âRight,â I replied, trying to muster determination. Approaching the counter again, I placed my palms against the cool surface and leaned in slightly. âExcuse me,â I told the barista, a young woman with dark, curly hair. Did you happen to see a woman leave here? Her name is Harriet.â The woman glared at me. âWhy would I remember when I see a lot of people?â She rolled her eyes and tutted rather rudely. I swallowed hard, momentarily taken aback by her dismissive attitude. âI understand, but sheâs critical to me. It would be a huge help if you could think back briefly.ââLook, I donâ
Harriet The air was crisp outside the cafÃĐ, a sharp contrast to the cozy warmth we had just left behind. Gino and I strolled down the bustling street, and I watched as people rushed by, lost in their own lives, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within me. Ginoâs laughter was infectious, echoing in my ears as he recounted a funny mishap from the office. I wanted to engage fully, to soak in the joy of this moment with him, yet the shadow of Damon loomed larger with every step we took. My mind raced, an endless loop of worst-case scenarios taunting me. "Whatâs next on the agenda?" Gino asked, pulling me back to earth as we stopped at a crosswalk. The flashing red hand signaled for us to wait, and I could feel my heart pounding, not from excitement but from a sense of impending dread. âUm, maybe we should schedule a brainstorming session with the rest of the team?â I suggested, forcing myself to focus. âWe could really benefit from some diverse perspectives.â Gino nodded
I felt the weight of disappointment crush me as the strangerâs face blurred into the crowd again. The joy of hope had flashed briefly before it extinguished, leaving me in a dark pit of frustration and concern. âDamon, we need to keep looking,â Lucas urged, his voice steady despite my anxiety rising. He looked around, scanning the people moving past us like a human tide. âLetâs try the next few stalls quickly.â We made our way through the vibrant market, the scent of fresh paint and canvas mixing with the air that smelled of artisan coffee and sweet pastries. But every second stretched painfully, and each time a woman walked by with a wisp of dark hair or a smile that resembled Harrietâs, my heart jumped, only to drop once again when I realised she wasnât the one I was searching for. âWhat if she left Paris?â I said aloud, struggling to keep the fear from my voice. The thought lingered, taunting me. What if I had lost my chance to find her, to tell her how I felt? âLetâs n
Damon piv Lucas shifted awkwardly beside me as I turned to face the newcomer. The man stood with a commanding presence, his arms crossed and a glint of authority in his eyes. A wave of tension surged through the air, thick enough to slice. âI'm Gino,â he said, his tone calm and condescending. âAnd I suggest you let her go. You have no business making claims on something you so casually tossed aside.â âWhat would you know?â I growled as Lucas stood between me and this guy with whom Harriet seemed to be smitten. Harriet snuggled into the man and smiled up at him, she looked so happy. I saw the way that her eyes twinkled when she looked at him but at me she looked empty. âI am happy with my life now. There is nothing for you here.â Her words stung me. I hated to see her so at ease with someone else that should be me. I felt my Wolf become restless but knew this was not the place to let him take over. Beta Lucas was determined to prevent anything from happening. He
Harrietâs POV I leaned back against the cool seat of the taxi, watching the cityscape blur past. Gino sat beside me, his excitement palpable as he discussed our travel plans. "The airport is only about twenty minutes away. We'll have plenty of time to grab our bags and make our flight," he said, his voice light and animated. I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere, grappling with a storm of emotions. The reality of my choices settled heavily on my shoulders as I recalled Damonâs fierce expression from earlierâthe pain etched across his handsome face as I turned away from him. Seeing him again had broken open the walls I had been trying to build around my heart. Gino glanced at me, the concern deepening his features. âHey, are you okay?â âYeah, justâĶ thinking,â I replied, forcing a smile that didnât quite reach my eyes. I felt guilty for the distraction swirling in my mind, but I couldnât help it. Damon had been a constant in my thoughts, a haunting presence I couldnât shake o
Harrietâs POV Gino had booked us in a hotel for the night with separate rooms so I could get some sleep before we headed back to the office the next morning. I still couldnât get over the fact that Damon had turned up out of the blue with Lucas. He was crazy and it made me think about everything. Everything that had happened since I left that pack. He had chosen someone else over me and I couldnât just forget the pain and hurt that had consumed me. And on the other hand, I had agreed to be Ginoâs fake wife and yet here I was confused even more because I was longing for him. To be wrapped up safely in Ginoâs arms. I sat on the bed and bit my lower lip. I rested my hands on my lap and wondered why Damon would think it was okay to try and win me back. He had chosen Aurora after all. "You're an omega, Harriet. You're meant to be loyal and obedient. You're not meant to be loved or cherished. You're just a tool for us to use and discard when we're done with you." I shook my head to try
Harrietâs POV I hesitated, staring at the screen as it vibrated on the bedspread. Sandraâs name lingered there, a reminder of the world outside this moment, a world filled with rules and expectations. Gino's steady gaze anchored me, even as uncertainty flickered in the back of my mind. âNo,â I finally said, determination creeping into my voice. âI donât want to.â âGood,â he replied, relief washing over him. He took another step closer until there was hardly any space left between us. âHarriet, stay with me right now. Letâs talk about this. About us.â I swallowed hard, my heart racing, feeling the weight of his words. This was a pivotal moment, one I had both longed for and dreaded. Could I truly let go of the fear that had burrowed itself into my bones? âGinoâĶâ I started but he interjected, his voice firm yet tender. âJust listen for a second. I donât want to pressure you, but I need you to understand how serious I am. This isnât just about the contract anymore; itâs a
Ginoâs POV My phone buzzed against my thigh, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. It was a message from Harriet, a simple question that carried the weight of our unspoken bond. âHarriet:Hey, everything okay? You were gone longer than expected. Whats going on?â I stared at the screen, recalling the way she looked at meâfull of trust, love, and a slight hint of worry. My resolve crumbled. The irony of the situation nearly choked me. I had wanted to protect her; I had built walls around us to keep her safe, and now they felt like prison bars. She deserved honesty, the kind that grew in the light rather than thrived in shadow. Aurora should have stayed away, she should never have come to find me or Harriet. If this so called mate of Harrietâs thought that he was going to take her from me then he could think again. I took a deep breath and typed back, my fingers trembling as I struggled to find the right words. âGino: I need to talk to you about something important. Wait
Ginoâs POV The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. I staggered back, instinctively trying to process the weight of her words. Harrietâmy sweet, unwavering Harrietâwas tied to a world I had fought tirelessly to escape. My mind raced as I pieced together this unexpected twist, my resolve hardening into something akin to iron. âNo,â I whispered, almost as if saying it aloud could negate the implications of what Aurora had just disclosed. âYouâre lying.â The defiance in her eyes morphed into something darker, something that felt almost triumphant. âAm I? You think Iâd come here without intel? You may have forgotten the intricacies of pack politics, but I havenât. I know every whisper, every secret. And I know what Alpha Damon wants. Harriet is a prize, Ginoâa beacon of hope for someone who wishes to restore whatâs been broken. Your âperfect little worldâ is clashing against the realities of a power struggle youâve completely ignored.â My heart pounded in my ch
Ginoâs POV When I stepped into that small, dimly lit room, I had to steel myself against a flood of memories that rushed back with a vengeance. Aurora. The very name sent a cascade of anger and regret through me. I had thought I had left that life behind and erased the past with a stroke of ambition and the determination to carve out something new. But looking at her now, defiant and stubborn on that sagging mattress, I felt the weight of our shared history settle heavily on my shoulders. Aurora had been part of my old pack, back when I was just another wolf trying to find his place in a world that didnât care about the complexities of loyalty or betrayal. We had once been close, bound by blood, shared difficulties, and the unfiltered anguish of being part of something bigger than ourselves. It had been years since I walked away, trading in fangs and claws for business suits and boardroom tables, but there was still a flicker of that bond lingering in the recesses of my mind. An
Auroraâs POVI came to with a pounding headache, dark shapes surrounding me like shadows. The air was thick and musty, smelling of stale cigarettes and something sweet that made my stomach churn. As I blinked against the dimness, the jarring recollection of the last moments before my blackout hit me with the force of a freight train. Gino had been there, towering over me, eyes narrowed like angry coals. I had underestimated him, and that mistake had cost me more than I could bear.Panic began to swell in my chest as I pushed myself up, groaning at the ache radiating through my skull. I was in a small, sparsely furnished room, the low light straining to break through the filthy window. âWhat the hell?â I muttered, shaking off the remnants of disorientation. My instincts kicked in, hyper-alert, adrenaline coursing through me as I assessed my surroundings.I was trapped.Rubbing my temples, I sat on the edge of what appeared to be an old, sagging mattress, momentarily flustered by the re
Auroraâs POV The remnants of my conversation with Damon clung to the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. I paced the confines of my room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me. How dare he think he could rekindle something with Harriet after everything that had happened? I had given him the world, and yet, he still pined for a woman he had already cast aside. It was infuriating. I had left him simmering in his own regrets after our last confrontation, and part of me reveled in his pain. Yet, the other partâthe part that craved dominance and controlâcould not shake the feeling of annoyance that gnawed at me. It was one thing to hurt him, to see him broken and desperate, but the thought of Harriet standing in his way? That sent a surge of envy through me like molten steel. âWhat could she possibly have that I donât?â I muttered, my reflection glaring back at me in the mirror. I was everything he ever desiredâcharming, beautiful, cunning. And yet, he chose to lame
Damon's POV âWhat a sight, Damon,â she drawled, leaning against the door frame with an air of superiority. âYou pacing like a caged animal, and for what? To win back your precious Harriet? How adorable.â I clenched my jaw, fighting against the rising tide of anger and frustration. âWhat do you want, Aurora?â âOh, I think you know,â she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âI just couldnât help but overhear your little heart-to-heart with your Beta about how much you miss your omega. Itâs like watching a soap opera unfoldâthe tragic hero pining after his lost love. But lo and behold, sheâs with someone else now!â âEnough.â My voice came out harsher than intended, and I felt Lucasâs eyes dart back and forth between us, sensing the tension thickening like a stormcloud. âEnough?â Aurora laughed, the sound harsh and cutting. âItâs rich coming from you, Damon. After all, youâre the one who cast her aside for me. Look how that turned out. You thought you could juggle two live
Damonâs POV I paced the hall and glanced at the big clock every few seconds. I noticed the concern etched on my Betaâs face. âAlpha, you need to think this over properly, you canât just force Harriet back to the pack.â He sighed and his words echoed in my ears. I stopped and ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "You donât understand, Lucas. Harriet isnât just another pack member to me. SheâsâĶ everything." Lucas crossed his arms, his brow furrowing deeper. "I get that. But you canât treat her like sheâs a possession. She chose to leave for a reason. She looked happy with that Gino guy. We need to respect her decision." âRespect?â I scoffed, throwing my hands up in exasperation. âHow am I supposed to respect the decision that ripped my heart out? I chose the pack, for our future, but now it feels like Iâve lost both women. They both deserved better than what I offered.â Lucas took a step closer, his voice lowering. âYou need to face th
Harrietsâs POV As I nestled deeper into Gino's embrace, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. His heartbeat thudded rhythmicallyâa steady reminder that I wasn't alone in this moment. It felt surreal, almost magical, as if I had stepped into a new reality where trust and hope could flourish. âYou really mean that?â I asked, pulling back just enough to gaze into his eyes. I needed to see the sincerity in them, to solidify this newfound faith we were building between us. âAbsolutely,â he replied, his voice firm yet gentle. âIâm not going anywhere. You can take your time, and we can figure this out together.â The sincerity in his expression tempered the last remnants of my anxiety. With each passing moment, I found myself shedding the layers of doubt that had become second nature. I wasn't just a liability or a burden; I was a partner, someone worth loving and experiencing life with. âWhat if I donât know how to let go?â I asked, the question slipping from my lips before I cou
Harrietâs POV As I sank onto the bed beside Gino, the tension in the air began to dissolve, replaced by a fragile, yet comforting peace. The evening light filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow around us. I could feel his presence like a steady heartbeat, grounding me as I grappled with the swirl of thoughts and emotions that had taken residence in my mind. âDo youââ I started, hesitating. âDo you really mean what you said? About not viewing me as just a contract?â His answer came swift and sure, âMore than anything. Youâre not just a piece of paper to me, Harriet. Youâre a personâa wonderful, vibrant person. And I want to know all of you, not just the parts that fit neatly into a box.â There was something in his tone that melted the remaining doubt in my heart. He didnât see my past as a shadow to be evaded; instead, he seemed to embrace it as part of who I was. It was a radical shift from the way I had been treated before, where my identity had been dictated