LOGINDorian POVIt felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over my head. All the anger I’d felt vanished within seconds, replaced by something I couldn’t even name.She wanted me to reject her.Me. Dorian Greyson.I should reject her?I almost scoffed at the audacity of it. She had to be joking. There was no way she actually meant that shit.But I couldn’t smell fear on her anymore. No trace of the trembling girl who used to flinch every time I raised my voice. And the look on her face told me everything I needed to know.She was serious.“The child isn’t mine,” I said quickly, not even understanding why those were the first words rushing out of my mouth.“What?” she breathed, her hardened expression finally cracking with confusion.“I said the child isn’t mine,” I repeated, feeling something tighten painfully in my chest, making it hard to breathe properly.“That’s… that’s not possible,” she stammered. “She announced it in front of everyone. The whole pack believes…”“The whole p
Rhea POV Isa was wrong. Dorian didn’t love me. He had almost killed me. That was how little I meant to him. He had been seconds away from ending my life over a kiss. Kale would never put his hands on me like that. He would never hurt me this way. “You said you didn’t want kids,” I continued after the silence dragged on, him just staring at me. “You put me on birth control pills so I couldn’t have your child while you fucked me whenever you wanted. I took those pills religiously. I never skipped a single day. Not once.” My voice sounded steadier now. Colder. “I thought you hated the idea of having children,” I admitted quietly before swallowing the painful lump in my throat. “But maybe… maybe you just hated the idea of having one with me.” Which was fine, I guessed. I never wanted a child with him either. And now that I finally understood that much, maybe I could stop hoping he’d eventually change. Stop letting my mind wander into stupid fantasies that were never going to
Rhea POVDorian had his head tilted back against the couch cushion, eyes closed while a cigarette rested between his lips as he slowly puffed smoke into the air.My brows pulled together slightly when my gaze landed on the dark red stains smeared across his left hand.Blood.Dried blood.Was it his?…Or had he killed someone?The entire sitting area of his chambers was suffocating with smoke, thick gray spirals curling lazily toward the ceiling. Dozens of cigarette butts overflowed from the ashtray sitting on the floor. Alcohol bottles were scattered across the carpet, some empty, others tipped over with their contents soaking into the expensive fabric beneath them.But that wasn’t even the worst part.The sitting area looked completely different from yesterday.There was barely anything left untouched.Furniture had been flipped over. Glass was shattered across the floor. Decorations had been ripped down. Anything breakable had either been smashed to pieces or cracked beyond repair.
Rhea POVA heavy, awkward silence hung between us as Sarah led me back toward the banquet hall.Why wasn’t she saying anything?Why wasn’t she interrogating me?She had literally seen me in Kale’s arms kissing him, yet she hadn’t reacted at all. What was she thinking?Maybe it was because I was so used to being questioned over things like this that the silence itself made me nervous.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Sarah… can I talk to you?” I whispered, my voice shaky around the edges while my heart pounded hard against my chest.Her steps slowed before she finally turned to look at me.“About… about what happened… I…”“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” she cut in calmly.I blinked at her.“You don’t hate me or anything?” I asked quietly, worried this would somehow make her pull away from me.We were only just starting to get close, and the last thing I wanted was for this to ruin that. I knew how people around here acted once someone became a target of gossip or judgment. I di
Kale POV“His cover name was John, but his real name was Alberto. How we caught him is a long story, but he was sent to find a woman. A woman with black hair and blue eyes who was supposed to be dead over two decades ago. But his employers believed she somehow survived and escaped,” Damian explained.“What happened to the spy?” I asked.“Well… he got complications after Dorian had his legs broken, so there’s a high chance he’s dead,” Damian said, making me gasp softly.“How certain are you that she’s the one they’re looking for, though? I mean, they said her name is Lydia,” I asked.Damian shook his head slowly. “You really can’t be that stupid,” he muttered. “Do you honestly think a woman on the run would keep using her real name? Especially someone who’s been hiding for over twenty years?”“Right,” I muttered, my mind already racing.“Look… I’m not a hundred percent certain she’s the one,” Damian admitted, “but she’s one of the very few people I could barely find anything on. The ot
Kale POV “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in about 30 minutes,” I said into the phone to Damian, who had been whining nonstop about me bringing him fresh clothes to the hospital. “No,” he cut in with a frustrated sigh. “Just hurry up. I need to take a bath.” “Sure thing, Your Highness,” I replied with a chuckle before I hung up, then let out a breath as I made my way toward his bedroom. A room he never really liked me stepping into, but of course, he didn’t have much of a say right now, not while he was stuck in a hospital bed. Too bad for him, because I was fully prepared to snoop around. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. Damian’s room was exactly how I remembered it. Neat, organized, and completely devoid of any personal touch. No photos, no trinkets, nothing that hinted at the man who actually lived here. It was like he was trying to erase himself from his own space. I shook my head and walked over to his closet, pulling out a set of fresh clothes: a shirt, pants, underwea
Rhea POVIsn’t it strange?How a few months ago I was just a girl who had never had her first kiss and who trembled at the sight of higher-ranked wolves, except for Kale.Now here I was, undressing without hesitation while the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the territory watched me with
Dorian POVI heard the exact moment her heart started pounding loudly and her grip on my shirt instinctively tightened while I stared at her, patient on the outside, restless on the inside.It was just one word. My name. She could say that bastard boring ass name. It shouldn’t be that hard to say m
Dorian POV“Are you okay, Alpha?” Her soft voice snapped me out of it.She was staring at my chest now, eyes wide, because apparently I’d been clutching my shirt like I was having a damn heart attack.“I’m… I’m fine,” I managed, my throat rough as I spoke.I finished buttoning the rest of my shirt,
Rhea POVI had done everything on purpose.Well, almost everything.The cake, the bracelet, even the you’re so old comment. I wanted to see how much he would let slide compared to before, to test if what had happened in the car was a fluke or if I truly had the cruel, cold Alpha wrapped around my f







