LOGINViolet
Morning came too soon.
Sunlight filtered in through the blinds as I tried to feel a familiar presence by my side.
“He didn’t return all night.” Rain supplied an answer to my unspoken question. Those words caused more pain than the tightly wrapped bandage around my arm.
Yet, I forced my heavy eyelids to open and looked to the side. The chair was empty, and the side of the bed was cold.
The silence pressed against my heart, suffocating me. I wasn’t a stranger to loneliness or silence, but it felt like a weapon poking at me, stabbing me where it hurt the most.
The door to the hospital room opened, and the doctor walked in, smiling at me.
“Glad to see you are awake. Your vitals look good. Just avoid doing anything strenuous for a few days.”
I nodded and slowly pushed myself up in a sitting position as he scribbled on his notepad.
“Did Alpha Nate stop by?” I asked the doctor hesitantly.
“I believe he has been in back to back meetings all day.”
Of course, he was working. He was always working.
“Thank you, doctor,” I said in a small voice as he changed my bandage.
I tried not to let the familiar pang of hurt cross my features again. Nor did I gather the courage to ask if he had checked on my well-being with the doctor.
He walked away shortly, leaving me to my own thoughts.
“Work is more important than you, I take it,” Rain spoke sharply.
“You know he has a pack to run, Rain. Our pack” I insisted.
She only scoffed. “Yes. He has time for everything else except you. And you are too blind to see it, which makes me sick. So starting today, Nate can receive three chances at most. If he fails all three, which I know he will, we are dumping his ass.”
“We have spent wonderful moments together, Rain. Our love deserves more than three chances,” I said desperately.
“He has already exhausted one.” Rain wasn’t convinced, but I clung to the hope like it was my last resort.
Not wanting to argue with her anymore, I decided to get some air and stepped out after I got discharged.
I had barely enjoyed a second of the cool breeze when my phone buzzed again. Luckily, it was a call from my mom.
“I heard of the attack today at the café and recalled how you had been gushing about your date. How was it? I hope you are okay,” she asked, voice laced with concern.
I lied. “I…am fine, Mom. Just got a few scratches.”
But she noticed how I avoided answering her question entirely.
“Fine isn’t the same as happiness, Violet. I really wonder how my smart girl fell for someone so stupid.”
“Mom!” I groaned, realizing that she was going to lecture me all over again.
“Nate is not worth your time or love. Several people spotted him with a random girl and informed me, but I wanted to hear it from you. Your silence proved that I had been right all along.”
“Mom, Nate is not like that…” I began, but she cut me off sternly.
“I still get an earful from your father for supporting your decision to date that loser. But I can’t see my daughter waste her life anymore. Besides, a war is knocking at our door.”
“Why? What is going on?” I frowned, feeling a stab of guilt at being so engrossed in my own life that I had grown completely oblivious to the things happening back at home.
“It is more of a political crisis, dear. We need to secure an alliance soon and even though I don't like saying this, marriage is a good way to secure it.”
“You are going to leave dad in such a crisis” I joked despite knowing very well she meant a political marriage between me and whatever alpha heir they wanted an alliance from.
“I am sending you a picture and details. Take a look at…” She began but I hastily disconnected when I saw someone approaching me.
“Hey Violet, I heard about the cafe incident and thought of paying you a visit.” Linda, one of the high-ranking she-wolves in Nate’s inner circle, smiled at me.
“Yeah, I am fine. Thanks for your concern,” I replied, and meant to turn away, but her next question made me pause.
“You two lovebirds can’t seem to get enough of each other, can you?”
“I am not sure I follow,” I replied, and she looked at me teasingly.
“Word has it that some serious reshuffling is going on in the office. And the post of Director Acquisitions just opened up. I wonder who that might be?”
I tried not to grin.
I had been spearheading as the head of the acquisitions department for a while, but never knew Nate was planning on promoting me.
Had we already cracked the Emerald project? Nate had mentioned in passing that he would open up a senior role soon after we secured the bid.
Had Nate finally realized his mistake and wished to make it up to me? Hope soared in my heart.
“See, he is fixing it,” I told Rain, who only muttered, “I guess we will find out soon”.
The next day as I parked my car and walked towards the office, I kept seeing people staring at me, gossiping with each other.
Apparently, word had spread about the new post.
“I heard there is going to be an announcement of a new Director soon.”
“Ruling the alpha both at home and office…what more can you ask for?”
“She’s got the alpha wrapped around her finger”
Hushed whispers reached my ears, and I fought to keep the grin off my face.
“Good morning, Miss Violet,” my office assistant, Jenna, greeted me as I walked in my cabin.
She would address me as Luna soon after we made it official.
I smiled at that thought as Jenna briefed me about today’s meetings and my schedule for the week.
“Can you check when Nate’s calendar is free?” I asked, and she quickly connected with his secretary.
After a brief conversation, she informed me, “Alpha Nate has cleared all of his schedule to meet up with a few potential new clients for today.”
“New clients?” I looked up at her.
I was the head of acquisitions, so all new clients came to me first. Only after my approval did they get a chance to meet Nate.
We followed a strict protocol, so it was weird that a new client had shown up without my knowledge. Maybe he was keeping it all a secret for the big reveal.
“Did she tell you who it was?” I asked, and Jenna shook her head.
“It is some classified information.”
“Classified sounds like a lie,” Rain warned.
“Maybe he is planning the promotion,” I told myself rather than her.
"Nope, he is planning on losing his second chance to keep you in his life," Rain seemed to be keeping track of the chances.
I gave Jenna a brief nod, kept my calm and focused on work, despite Rain’s pestering.
An hour later, I had reached the last page of the file.
The contract was ready to be signed. Only Nate’s signature was pending before I sent it out to our legal team.
I could have sent it through Jenna, but curiosity got the better of me, so I headed towards his cabin myself.
His secretary wasn't at her desk, but Derek, his beta, stood guarding the door.
“I am sorry, but I am under strict orders from the Alpha not to let anyone in.”
“I am not just anyone,” I reminded him, but a voice drifted down the hallway.
“Hey, I am here to meet your alpha as he requested.”
I turned around to see Nicole smiling sweetly at Derek, and completely ignoring me.
“Of course, he has been waiting for you,” Derek replied and let her in readily.
My stomach turned.
I meant to follow her, but he put his hand in front of me and closed the door.
“Sorry, alpha’s orders.”
“Let me in! I have an important contract to discuss,” I explained, but he shook his head.
“You will have to wait until the alpha is free”.
“Like hell I will,” I seethed and pushed the door open before he could intervene.
And inside, I saw Nate watching something on his laptop while Nicole was leaning close, her hand thrown on his shoulder possessively.
“What is going on? Nate, why have you been avoiding me all day?” I demanded.
He was about to get up, but then Nicole gently pushed him back and then cupped his face.
“Relax. No need to get worked up.”
“Why the hell are you letting her touch you like that?” I lost my calm.
As if to mock me, Nicole let her arm stay on his shoulder and looked me in the eye.
“Relax, he is overworked, and I am helping him unwind a little.”
“By putting your hands all over him?” I shot back, and she had the nerve to look offended.
"Watch your tone, Violet," Nate barked, and I stared at him in shock.
"I told you to relax, didn't I? You don't need any more stress in your life."
She coddled him like she was his girlfriend while he was shooting glares at me.
"Look, Violet, I know staying honest to your partner is a slippery slope if he is just working all day. But you have to understand that he is doing it for you."
I blinked in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
VioletI stared at him for a while again, just a few fleeting seconds, to assess what he thought about me in this dress.It felt like having his opinion would matter because he belonged to this crazy family after all. He wasn’t wearing a tuxedo or a long coat from the last century either.And his tattoos did poke out from under his sleeves and the topmost open button of his shirt. He hadn’t bothered to stick to the dress code, if there was one.I almost felt the need to run back to my room and change into something more comfortable. But I had already slipped my hand in his.We started walking down the corridor, and I was acutely aware of the way my arm rested on his after linking it.The touch was gentle and barely there, yet I recalled the way he had held me through the flight as I sobbed into his chest.There were so many things I wanted to ask him, so many things I wanted to say, but somehow it felt he was in no mood to talk.He walked stiffly beside me and kept looking straight ah
VioletInstead of nervousness, I felt dread.But I pushed the door open quietly, praying to not find the maids waiting for me, to let just this night be over so that I could return home.I had barely texted mom after my arrival here and thankfully she hadn’t pestered me about returning soon.Family dinners at my home were filled with joy and laughter, not this soul sucking exercise.I sighed as I looked at the maids, all five of them smiling at me.My gaze slid past them to the bed and that was when I noticed the dress.It had been laid out carefully across the covers, the fabric fanned in graceful folds as though someone had taken their time arranging every inch of it. A soft ivory tone, neither too pale nor too bright, with a faint sheen that caught the dim evening light. The neckline looked modest, the sleeves gently structured, and delicate embroidery traced the hem in tiny flowers.Beside it lay a pair of shoes with low heels, polished pearl white with narrow straps and a slender
VioletI followed the trail of sunlight down the staircase Cassie had told me led toward the courtyard, my hand brushing along the cool stone railing for balance. Halfway down, I spotted movement below and slowed instinctively.Cassie stood near the bottom of the steps, back turned to me, as though she were waiting for someone.And for a moment, I didn’t recognize her at all.Gone were the ripped black jeans she loved wearing, the oversized bomber jacket with mismatched buttons and little enamel pins attached to the collar, the scuffed sneakers that squeaked whenever she got too excited and ran ahead. Gone was the sharp ponytail she usually twisted up in a hurry when she was in a mood to argue with someone or drag me into one of her impulsive decisions.Instead she looked like she had stepped out of an old painting.Her dress was a deep burgundy shade, layered and frilled, the fabric heavy and rich, cascading down in structured waves around her body. Balloon sleeves puffed at the sho
VioletSo there had been a change again. Not that anybody thought it was important to let me know of it.So much for me being a guest of honor and not being made aware of these frequent changes. But I kept that thought to myself.Though, neither Cassie nor Elijah had mentioned anything requiring an attire that looked like it belonged in a royal portrait.Two more maids moved behind me with the quiet precision of people who had rehearsed this a thousand times. One gently gathered my hair, running a comb through it with such care that it almost made my chest ache; the other examined my nails, holding small shades of polish up to compare tones against my skin.“Perhaps a soft rose,” she suggested kindly. “It complements the color Lady Aurelia envisioned.”Lady Aurelia envisioned a look for me without even having seen me in person.As though my appearance had already been decided without me.“I was thinking maybe… something simpler?” I said cautiously. “Maybe a neutral shade.”The two ma
VioletI must have sunk deeper into sleep than I intended, because when the knock came, it didn’t sound real at first and felt more like it was happening in some echoing hallway inside my dream rather than just outside my door. I groaned, rolled onto my side, and dragged the blanket higher over my head.“Please… not now,” I mumbled, my voice thick and hoarse from exhaustion. “Let me sleep.”Silence followed, and for a few blissful seconds, I thought whoever it was had taken the hint. Mom probably. My body loosened again into the mattress, heavy, boneless, grateful.Then another knock came, firmer, but still polite.“Miss Violet?”The voice was unfamiliar. Certainly not my mom nor any maids at my pack though we didn’t have a habit of waking people up early in the morning.I blinked awake slowly, forcing my eyes open, though the room still swam as my brain tried to catch up. I was not at home.I was wrapped in sheets made of finest silk that made me feel like I was sleeping in clouds.
VioletThe world around me felt half unreal, as though I was drifting through a corridor between waking and sleep, and every sound came through a thick layer of fog. The majestic manor loomed over me, but I was whisked inside before I could take a good look at the tall, imposing structure.Someone had draped a shawl around my shoulders, and I became vaguely aware of two staff members walking beside me, guiding my steps across polished stone floors that seemed to stretch on endlessly beneath the soft echo of my heels.Cassie hovered near my side, talking in that bright, bubbling tone she used when she was excited or nervous or both, her words spilling one after another about the history of Ironcrest and the wing we were passing through and how the manor had been renovated three times in the last century without losing its original architecture. But I only caught fragments of it, unmoored details drifting past me.It felt like I had stepped back in time, a few hundred years ago when K







