ログイン"What will Ava be doing tomorrow night?" Riley asked Gary, her voice dripping with practiced nonchalance as she smoothed the silks of her gala gown."The scent is that she’s tracking a night-shoot for the October cover of Secret," he replied, adjusting his glasses. He prided himself on monitoring every vibration in Ava's trail."I refuse to believe she’ll just roll over and let me take the crown," Riley spat, her eyes flashing with a predatory green. Just the memory of the humiliations Ava had dealt her made her want to rend the girl's throat. "Scent out the exact location of that shoot. Arrange for some 'distractions' to keep her pinned to the spot. Only when I know she’s caged will I be able to enjoy my coronation.""Consider it done," Gary murmured. He was a veteran at sabotaging Ava’s hunts. Back when Ava had been forced to run as Riley’s shadow, he had laid countless traps for her."And Gary... contact the healer discreetly," Riley added, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "On
"Ava, you should be content with the scraps you've gathered. If you keep clawing for a higher seat in the hierarchy, there’s no telling how Riley will retaliate," Blake said, his voice tight with an anxiety he tried to mask as concern. He stared at my back as I prepared to leave his den. "Stop hunting for vengeance, Ava."I kept walking. After the seasons of betrayal and the way he’d tried to break my spirit, his 'warning' sounded like the pathetic whine of a submissive masquerading as an Alpha. I paused for a heartbeat, my gaze drifting to the waste bin beside his mahogany desk. There, amidst the discarded scrolls, lay my invitation to the Pacific Crown Gala—shredded into jagged white teeth.So, this was his petty act of sabotage."Blake, can you honestly say you’ve dealt with me in good faith? I only ask for the respect due to a lead hunter. I’m sure you understand what I mean," I said, my voice as cold as a winter moon.Blake blinked, his eyes darting toward the bin, trying to see
Mia was howling with triumph. The news that Riley had clawed her way back into the Council’s favor was the perfect scent for her—a distraction she could use to mask her true goal of breaking my spirit. She had nearly scented defeat with Riley, but the girl had somehow turned the hunt, securing a Top 10 Model Award while the rest of us were bickering over scrap meat."Congratulations, Riley!" Mia’s voice echoed through the stone halls of the Studio. "As a crowned victor, you are summoned to the Model Elections Bright Night Gala. Every High Alpha from the Great Agencies will be there. It is your chance to mark your territory. And the whispers say a legendary guest will be watching from the shadows."I had been summoned as well, but Mia held my vellum invitation between two fingers and ripped it down the center. "Don't expect the Silver Wolf to show her face," she sneered."Mia, is that wise?" Blake asked, leaning against his mahogany desk. He let out a sharp, mocking bark of a laugh as
I didn't truly care to know the names of the past, but the thought of Connor's focus being stolen by anyone else made my chest tighten with a strange, possessive heat. I looked down, my hair veiling my face, but he saw the shift in my scent.His low chuckle rumbled against my back. "Are you jealous, little wolf?""A little," I admitted, my voice a quiet admission."Do you truly believe anyone else could even stand in your shadow? There is only you, Ava." Connor pulled me onto his lap, his large hands guiding mine over the complex scrolls of the industry.I was sharp when it came to the hunt, but staring at the dense, legal ink of these pacts made my head throb. It wasn't long before the warmth of his body and the scent of cedar lulled me into a dreamless sleep. He held his mate, continuing his vigil over the papers. Though the weariness tugged at his eyes, he looked down at me with a fierce, quiet joy."The day you reclaimed your crown as the High Alpha of the New York runway," he whi
Early the next morning, the air in the Turner Studios boardroom was thick with the scent of old coffee and fresh malice. Blake, Mia, and Ashley had gathered to carve up my future, though I hadn't been invited. Blake had dismissed me, claiming it was a mere administrative ritual—nothing a "fading star" needed to worry about.Ashley watched in silence as Mia paced the room like a hungry lynx. Mia didn't care that I had just resurrected a global brand; she saw me as a prized pelt to be traded, a trophy she intended to leash and break. She wanted absolute dominance over my hunt.Ashley flicked the projector on, illuminating thirteen formal scrolls of intent. Among them were high-level tributes from the most prestigious "superstar factories" in the industry—Creative Century and Star Age. The tributes they offered in exchange for my signature were massive, enough to buy a small territory.Blake’s jaw tightened. He realized then that the public's hunger for "Ava Hart" was a tidal wave, and T
Connor’s amber eyes were dark with focus as he paced the length of the hearth in the Vale Hills Estate, his mind dissecting the scent of the trap Mia Turner was laying."She’s been exiled from the southern packs," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that thrummed through the floorboards. "She has no choice but to crawl back here and use your rising star to graft herself back into power. Her obsession isn't just survival, Ava—it’s dominance. She wants to see you under her heel, broken and surrendering. But you and I both know she doesn't have the teeth to keep you down."I offered a thin, razor-sharp smile. I had already scented her desperation from miles away. Seeing my composure, Lisa felt the tension leave her shoulders. She knew a scavenger like Mia was no match for a wolf who had already survived the winter. My true hunt—the one that would leave Riley Knox and Blake Turner in ruins—was timed for the aftermath of the Top 10 Model Awards. Until then, every move was a calculated fe







