LOGINSolana quickly bit back the scathing, sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue. She gave him a humble bow. “Yes, alpha.” She muttered, keeping the anger away from her voice. “My apologies.” Miller looked at the top of her head for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. “Just leave,” he finally said, waving a dismissive hand at her. “For a tiny thing, you give a lot of stress.” Solana had just reached the common fields when Chloe rushed across the clearing and practically tackled her in a tight hug. "You are back!" Chloe gasped, stepping back and swatting Solana on the arm. "And you are famous! I saw the fashion news. I saw the blog feature. I cannot believe you actually secured the midnight spotlight!" "Word travels fast," Solana muttered, rubbing her arm. Chloe always underestimated her own strength. "Oh, it gets better," Chloe leaned in, her eyes wide with frantic curiosity. "I saw
"We just got a new request!" Mira shouted over the rhythmic hum of three sewing machines running in perfect unison. “Sixth one today and it’s not even 2pm yet.”Solana did not even look up from the cutting table. She carefully pinned a sleek lapel into place. "Tell them they will have to wait until next week. We are fully booked.""Solana, you do not understand." Mira rushed over to the table, practically vibrating with excitement. She waved a tablet in the air. "That was the stylist for Elena Rostova. The Elena Rostova. She wants two custom pieces from the new collection for her upcoming press tour, and she is willing to pay double for a rush order."Solana finally paused, twirling the scissors in her hand. Elena Rostova was an A-list actress known for playing fierce, untouchable women on screen. It was exactly the demographic she had built her brand around. The right type of person she wanted wearing her designs."Tell her stylist we accept," she said, a genuine smile breaking t
The penthouse suite was a masterpiece of modern luxury, but at two in the morning, it sounded like a warzone. Explosions and heavy gunfire echoed off the floor-to-ceiling glass windows as Adrian sat cross-legged on the plush leather sofa, furiously tapping the buttons of a wireless controller as he leaned wildly from side to side. The front door opened, and Alistair Vance walked in. Alistair tossed his suit jacket onto a chair, unbuttoning his collar as his dark eyes locked onto his Beta. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Alistair growled, rolling his shoulders. "Go back to your own place, Adrian." "What? No fucking way!" Adrian glued his eyes to the massive 85-inch television screen, his thumb mashing a trigger button. "I've been sitting here for two hours waiting for you! I need to know everything about this date. Come on, man, spill!" Alistair rolled his eyes, walking over to the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey. "We are grown men in our late thirties and nineties in
“Cas...” she started. “No listen,” he cut in. “I’m not saying I’ll just hand you money. I can get you business loans, secure high-end investors, introduce you to real estate moguls. Even help you negotiate—"“Caspian!” She snapped, losing her patience. He stopped. "Calm down," Solana continued, chuckling softly as she folded her clothes. "I’m just leaving New York. I’m not disappearing into thin air. My business base is there. My community too.”She paused before continuing. “And I will be expanding my business here."His face brightened immediately. “Really?”“Eventually.”With a defeated groan, he dropped onto the plush king-sized bed like a petulant teenager.The sight was so ridiculous that she burst out laughing.“What?” He whined. “You’re wearing a thousand-dollar suit and pouting like you’re sixteen.”“I’m upset.”“You look like a spoiled child.”He folded his arms over his chest and dramatically looked away. Shaking her head, she sat on the edge of the mattress beside him
Solana sat in the passenger seat with her head turned toward the window, watching New York slide past.God, she could still feel Alistair’s touch.Still feel the way her body had betrayed her whenever he looked at her.Still hear the tremble of his voice as he said ‘I agree.’She clenched her fingers around the strap of her purse. She had genuinely thought he wouldn’t. And she hated how disappointed and hurt she had felt when thought he wasn't. That deep down, beneath all the bluster, she still craved him. She hated what she became in his presence. The way he stripped her of her usually well maintained aloofness. Hated that eight years later, he could still make her feel like her own body belonged to someone else.And most of all, she hated that she had let any of it affect her tonight.Caspian glanced at her when she sighed under her breath. Then back at the road.Then at her again.Finally, he sighed. “You’re going to tell me what the hell that was, right?”Solana blinked at him,
Solana bit her lower lip, studying him. From what she could see on his face, he didn’t even like the idea of what she was insinuating. “I don’t care about mate bonds,” she said after a while. “I want to know if without this nonconsensual pull between us, I would find you interesting or worth my time on a romantic level.”He squinted at her as if deciding if he should say something and then thought to keep it to himself."I have been curious about something, though,” he said quietly. "If you are telling me that you had no idea you were a shifter when we met, how did you come to find out?"A sharp flash of raw, agonizing pain flickered deep within Solana's eyes as she remembered the situation surrounding her first shift. For a fraction of a second, her control slipped, and a very faint, glowing ember of her inner wolf peeked through her pupils before she instantly snapped her facade back into place.Alistair felt a knife twist in his stomach. What she had just felt must have been so p
The moment the penthouse door shut, Alistair’s restraint evaporated.He pinned her against the door, his large, calloused hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck with a terrifying but delicious pressure, and he slanted his lips over hers again.He was rough, but in a calculated way that made h
"Sol! Table four needs a server," the manager barked. "And don't look him in the eye."Solange nodded and quickly hurried down the corridor to the VIP lounge of the Sapphire Heights, wrinkling her nose at the smell of expensive cigars and the heavy, humid scent of a desert storm rolling over the Ve
Solange felt a literal snap in the center of her chest as she stared at the heavy oak doors. It wasn’t the metaphoric ache of a breakup. It was a white-hot blade of agony carved through her ribs, twisting around her heart and pulling tight.She tried to scream, but the air in her lungs had turned t
Solange looked at him, her brows furrowing as confusion rose alongside irritation. If he wanted to insult her, he could have done it outright. “What are you talking about?” she bit back. “What smell? I literally just took a bath.” He shook his head; his eyes had a faraway look, like he wasn’t hear







