LOGINMy jaw tightens as I begin to speak, “Because,” I turn to Rhea and begin speaking.“Rhea, you coveted your adoptive brother, me. You set up Bullies, prominent medical doctors at the Medical Center, to bully Jess every single day of her life. You arranged with them to sexually harass her. You lied on her and tried to turn everyone against her, and when the plan didn’t work to your favor, you decided to meet with the enemy, Jefferson Hoard, and cause me harm on the night of my engagement. When that plan also ended up unsuccessfully, you had several meetings with Jefferson Hoard, making plans on how to launch a second attack on me. This time, you urged him to start the Hamit-Beta family because you want him to get rid of Jess. You’ve committed several unforgivable and heinous crimes, showing a blatant disregard for werewolf life. Why are you still feigning innocence and expecting leniency from this pack?”The revelation stuns Grandma Regi into horrified silence, her wolf recoiling as if
My mother frowns. She turns to Jess, who is as clueless as she is.I had told Jess we were paying a visit to my Mom, nothing else. So, Jess shakes her head, letting my mother know that she has no idea what announcement I want to make.Unable to hold it in, her curiosity getting the best of her, my mom asks, “What’s this announcement about?“It’s about Rhea, I’m going to punish her,” I state flatly.My mother’s eyes widen in surprise. “What? Allister, haven’t you punished her enough? You already sent her away to Grey Mark. Why punish her again? She made a mistake, right. But you can’t just keep subjecting her to such harsh punishment because of a single mistake.”“You wouldn’t say the same thing if you find out what she did this time,” I tell her.“What did she do that no one has ever done? What did she do that warrants your unforgiveness, Al?”“She’s working against Silver Valley Pack, mother.”My mother’s mouth falls open in shock. She stands up and takes several steps away from us.
I grit my teeth.Damn you, Allister Blackwaters.Dorian is right, and I hate that he’s right.Frustration claws through me violently, making me slam my fist against the marble table.“What do I do then?” I bark. “Sit around while he dismantles my plans piece by piece?”Dorian slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “There might be something you can do.”I stare at him impatiently. “What?”He taps his phone screen a few times before walking toward me and handing it over.I look down, and a woman stares back at me from the screen. My lips part slightly in a smile“Well…” I murmur.“No official engagement announcement yet,” Dorian says, “but she’s been seen wearing his ring already.”I chuckle under my breath. Why didn’t I think of her immediately?“She’s the key,” I say, nodding, as I keep staring at her picture.Slowly, I head back to my seat and settle down, a smile now on my face.“It’s a shame they never got to finish that engagement party,” I murmur. “I could marry
~Jefferson Hoard~One leg stretched over the glass table, with the city lights glowing beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my latest terrace apartment, I sip my glass of whiskey, enjoying the warmth and calm.The place is silent except for the faint jazz playing from the speakers inside.Then my phone vibrates.I glance at the screen, and it's my assistant, Mara.“Talk, Mara,” I tell her immediately I pick up the call.“Sir… there’s been an update regarding the Caesar Group contract.” She says slowly, and I instantly know it's not good news.“What about it?” I ask, fear already creeping into my voice.I can't afford to lose Caesar. A partnership with them is all I need to scale not just my business, but my life, future, and plans.Everything I want in life revolves around massive financial independence, and that is exactly what Caesar is going to give me.I have no plan to follow through to the end. All I need is to be awarded the contract, start the process, and get it to a reason
Allister is panting in no time, and his thrusts quicken to a steady, controlled pace. The bench creaks with his movements, but most of the time it can’t be heard over me.My lower body is in ecstasy with the different sensations, and I give myself over to them as willingly as I give myself over to him now.“Oh my Gosh,” I moan.Bliss rolls from my fingertips, down to the ends of my toes as he thrusts himself inside, repeatedly hitting the spot I crave.My body moves by its own choice and wiggles on the bench, restless and anxious for release. But when he slows, and his fingers close around the base of the plug, my heart grinds to a painful stop.I grimace as Allister retracts the toy and thuds it to the rug. He isn’t moving inside me, but he is pulsing. I pinch my eyes tightly shut as he withdraws.Footsteps carry him away, and there is more rustling. I don’t want to know what he was doing.Anxiety grips me so tightly that it squeezes out a panicked noise from me.“Tell me what you th
My expression darkens as I fight hard to maintain my composure.I dismissed her words with a wave of my hand. “Dominic’s wolf is a bit weakened after an illness. Nothing serious. Also, stop listening to Pack rumors.” I add.“Of course, of course,” Alexa nods with fake concern. “I hope he gets completely better from this illness. You know how these things can be. A compromised immunity in werewolves can lead to all sorts of complications.”“Hmm,” I hum and immediately divert the attention to her by changing the topic. “Speaking of relationships, how are things with you? Still with Derek?”Alexa’s smile falters. Yeah, I got you, bitch!“Derek and I broke up.” She replies, looking around the room like she’s no longer interested in our discussion, but who cares?I seize the opportunity, my lips curling into a vindictive smile. “You finally broke up with your parasitic boyfriend? Oh, that is so bad. I heard he was cheating on you with at least three other she-wolves from his social media,
Philip’s eyes widen questionably at me, and just to be clear, I nod and reply, “Yes, Allister is my Fiancé. Now we have to go. I’ll see you around, Phil.”“Sure,” he lets out, looking like gallons of energy have been sucked out of him.
The street light turns green, but Allister doesn’t move the car right away.“You don’t have to lean on me every time,” he says gently. “Just… don’t lock me out of your life.”His thumb brushes over my knuckles, slowly.“You have me. You’ve always had me.” He hums reassuringly.His words are simple
“Officer,” Allister cuts in. “Miss White is my client. And if you want this issue thrashed out in court, then it’s fine. You already know we go all out for anyone under my law firm.”The police officer starts to stutter, making incoherent sentences.“Officer Dean, is it?” I ask, calling out the nam
A beautiful sunny day at “Sugar Treats” with my best girls has me smiling nonstop.“Well, at least now they know not to mess with us, else I ruin their skull with a bottle of expensive wine,” Agnes’s voice towers above Ursula’s.“Oh, please, you were literally shaking like baby fish,” Ursula jabs a







