Se connecterCELINE "Don't tell me you got me all these clothes." I exclaimed, getting out of bed, stunned at the sight of so many designer garments laid across it. Zithan nodded, smiling. "I mean, your father told me about employing you at the office." He shrugged. "So… I got them for you." I stared at him, stunned. My father and I had only discussed the idea between ourselves. Even if I'd already decided to take the job, he'd gone ahead and told everyone before I could. I guess he was more excited than I was. "But I have no qualifications," I muttered. He shook his head and stepped closer, resting his hands on my shoulders. "We're all here to teach you," he said, his voice calm and certain. I shrugged. "Well, even if I don't have qualifications, I still have something worthy." I turned to him and winked, slow and deliberate. Zithan burst into laughter, leaning in until our faces were inches apart, his nose brushing mine. "Of course. My badass is becoming a pro, and that's enough quali
THIRD POV. (somewhere in Greenville Pack) "Agatha, think about this—" "I have thought about it." She snapped, fuming in rage. The divorce was three years ago. Three years of complete silence — not a call, not a message, not even an acknowledgement of each other's existence despite sharing a daughter who stood between them. She had burned that bridge deliberately and thoroughly and she had known it at the time. Now she needed to stand on the ashes of it and ask for something. She found his number — still saved, buried under a contact name she had changed three times as if renaming it would make it easier to look at. She pressed call before the hesitation could catch up. It rang four times. "Hello?" Morris's voice came up on the phone. His voice was calm, exactly the same as she remembered. She straightened without meaning to. "I want my daughter," she said, skipping everything else. "I know she's with you. Send her home." He paused for a moment. "She came to me," he said qu
THIRD POV(Somewhere in Greenville Pack)Muize walked out through the front doors with Doland beside him, their footsteps soft against the stone path leading to the garage. They had been talking for hours. Or rather, Doland had been talking and Muize had been listening with the patience of someone who understood that some wounds needed to be spoken out loud repeatedly.Doland looked better than he had three weeks ago. The visible injuries had healed — or most of them had. His werewolf healing ability had dealt with the surface damage efficiently enough. But the ear that had taken the worst of the second blow still gave him trouble in quiet rooms, a persistent ringing that the doctors said might take months to fully resolve. And the scar along his hairline, thin, silver, barely visible — remained as a reminder to him.He touched it sometimes without realising he was doing it. Like now."Any news about her?" Doland asked after a long silence.Muize let out a frustrated sigh. "The l
CELINE "Honey? Are you still awake?" My father's voice came through the door "Come in," I called, pulling myself upright. He came in and sat at the edge of the bed the way he always did — unhurried, comfortable, like he had all the time in the world. He smiled at me. "I was already planning to drive to the company to pick you myself," he said. I laughed despite everything. "Father, please tell me you didn't." "I almost did," he admitted. "I was already looking for my keys." "What stopped you?" I asked, genuinely curious — because my father had always been decisive. When he said he was going to do something, he went and did it. His smile shifted slightly. Something moved behind his eyes that he covered quickly. "Kythan," he said simply. "He told me some time ago never to set foot in that company. Said if I did he would make sure I regretted it." The smile he wore when he said it — easy, unbothered, like it was barely worth mentioning, made something cold settle in my ch
CELINE I stood outside the company in the cool night air, arms wrapped around myself, waiting for the cab I had ordered. I couldn't wait for Rythan. I genuinely could not face any of them right now — not after what had just happened in that office, not after the way Kythan had stood in that doorway with his arms folded and said Getting out of the building had been its own ordeal. I had walked with my head down the entire way, eyes fixed on the floor, praying with everything I had that I wouldn't run into Tyla or anyone else who might have heard anything. Thank the Goddess I made it outside without encountering a single familiar face. Now I stood in the night air and let my thoughts run wild. Was Kythan talking down on me there? Was he scolding them for what happened? Or was he just standing there being cold and impossible for no reason like he always was? My head genuinely wanted to fry itself. Rythan's car came driving out of the company gate suddenly and I turned away qui
KYTHAN BLACKTHORNE (Wolf: Vexan) "I feel nothing," I snapped, already pissed. "You felt plenty watching through that camera," he said pleasantly. "Don't think I didn't notice you took your time getting here." My jaw tightened. “One more word Rythan, I will beat you up!” “Do your worst.” He stood up and challenged me, then went ahead to sit down. "In our next life," he continued, completely conversationally, "I am going to request Vexan as my wolf so at least the poor wolf will probably enjoy life." I crossed the room and dragged him out of the chair. "Here we go," Zithan muttered quietly from his desk, not looking up from his laptop. He had already opened it while we were talking, already pulled his attention away from all of us like we never existed. With the practiced ease of someone who had watched this exact pattern play out too many times to find it interesting anymore. Without hesitation my fist connected with Rythan's chin. He staggered back and bent, as he had nev
CELINE I stepped out of my room and the red dress stepped with me. It clung to every curve like it had been made specifically for my body — nipping at the waist, popping at the hips, falling just short enough to make the crystal heels do their work. My makeup was full glam for the first time in
CELINE I woke up feeling like a completely different person. The best sex of my life would do that apparently. Rythan and Zithan had spent the better part of this morning proving Kythan wrong about everything he had said at that breakfast table — and my body was still humming with the evidence o
CELINE I rushed downstairs with my bag clutched against my side, eyes glued to my phone as I tried to power it back on. My mind was still clouded, thick with everything that had happened in that room. Everything Alpha Zithan had done to me with his hands and his mouth and that devastating patien
CELINE The word detonated inside my chest like something physical. Mate! The pull struck again, but harder this time, coming from three directions at once, like invisible hands reaching into my ribcage and pulling simultaneously. My own hand rose slowly and I pointed a trembling finger at each







