RomanI take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts as I dial her number. It’s been a week since our lunch—when I had casually infiltrated her day-off fortress of pajamas and comfort food—and I’m itching to see her again.“Hello?”“Hey, Ella, it’s Jay,” I say, pleased by the instant warmth in her voice when she recognizes it’s me.“Hey, how have you been?”“Good, good. Listen, are you free this weekend? There’s something I think you’ll really enjoy.”She sounds genuinely excited as she accepts, her curiosity piqued when I don’t divulge any details. I hang up with a sense of satisfaction that borders on smugness. She’s intrigued, and that’s a start.***Her eyes widen when she realizes where we are and the look on her face does something to my heart that I don’t know if I like or loathe.“Oh my God, Jay…” she trails off, her heartbeat picking up its pace as she places her hand into mine. “This is … unexpected.”I watch her every move as we arrive at the gallery opening, her eyes growing
RomanI meet Kaden in a dimly lit bar that we both know is frequented by people who mind their own business. He’s already there when I walk in, nursing a glass of whiskey, his face veiled in seriousness. The moment I sit down, he puts a sealed envelope on the table between us.“Roman, the Ladrón cartel is back on the radar, and this time they’re not just playing around. They’re circling Aella.”I feel my fist clench involuntarily, my jaw tightening as I process the words. Kaden pushes the envelope closer to me. “Read it. It has everything we could gather in a short period.”With trembling hands, I rip open the envelope. Photos, transcripts, and more. The bastards have been scoping out Aella’s workplace, her apartment. I’m there too, right from the first day I walked into that cafe.My vision blurs as a haze of red descends, fueled by anger, possessiveness, and an emotion I dare not name—fear for her safety. The bar, the envelope, Kaden—everything fades away.“I don’t know how they cou
RomanOne word of affirmation and I rip her t-shirt from her body, kissing her anew and relishing the feeling of her bare skin on mine. Fuck, every inch of her is silky smooth and begging for my teeth; but then I remind myself that my perfect Aella is pure.A pure fucking Luna, just for me. As I lift up, I find her without panties and realize in my rush I didn’t even notice she isn’t wearing any. I raise my eyebrow and am about to say something cocky when the sight of her perfect pink pussy shuts me the fuck up.Gods, she’s wet already. The scent of her arousal sends me on a different type of high; better than a bloodmoon hunt and my cock throbs painfully just breathing her in. I need to taste her, I need to taste what belongs to only me. I run my hands down the length of her body, loving the way her body bows under my touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ella,” I say, catching myself as I nearly say her name. “How did I go my entire life not having someone like you at my side?”Aft
AellaI wake up, stretching and rubbing my eyes, still half in that fuzzy dream state. The sun’s creeping through the curtains, laying warm stripes across the bed. I roll over, feeling strangely content; the kind of happiness that leaves you suspicious because life has taught you that too much of a good thing is often followed by a crash … that’s when I realize something.Jay’s not here. The pillows are still dented from his head, and it hits me like a small punch to the gut; he’s gone.I sit up in bed with a frown on my face, then I grab my cellphone to see if he’s left a message. The relief that floods through me makes me feel uneasy, because there’s a message from him.[“Ella, something came up, and emergency. I’ll explain later. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked peaceful. — Jay"]Emergency? My gut clenches, the word heavy with a thousand what-ifs. What kind of emergency pulls a guy away at dawn without so much as a whispered goodbye? I shake my head, clearing away the unease.
AellaI open the door and there he is, standing in the corridor with that signature grin of his. In his hands, a box of sushi from that expensive place downtown. The one I mentioned I liked, just in passing, ages ago. For a second, I forget about the photo, the ominous note, the feeling of being watched. All I see is Jay and the way he’s looking at me.“ I thought you might be hungry,” he says, stepping inside as I take the box from him.A wave of conflicting emotions hits me. His presence instantly melts away some of the anxiety I’ve been feeling. But then I remember the photo, the warning, the lurking doubts. I push them aside, at least for now.“Thank you, Jay,” I reply, momentarily pushed back into the comfortable groove of our relationship, or whatever it is we have.We sit on the couch, the coffee table between us now a makeshift dinner setting. “Something on your mind?” he asks, peering into my eyes. “You seem a little distant.”I hesitate, my eyes flicking to the phone and th
RomanThe door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing in the emptiness of my apartment, mirroring the noise inside my head. The place is dark, matching my mood, but I don’t bother to turn on the lights. Instead, I kick off my shoes and throw my jacket onto a chair. It lands in a heap—disheveled, forgotten, much like my well-laid plans at the moment.“Goddamn it,” I mutter to myself, my voice tinged with a bitterness that surprises even me.Last night, I’d been a different man. As Jay, I’d allowed myself to lower my guard, to indulge in the intoxicating feeling of Aella’s arms wrapped around me. For a brief moment, I was just a man, not an Alpha with a plan, not Roman with a mission, but Jay, a man lost in the allure of a remarkable woman.That’s what eats at me. It wasn’t Roman who held her last night; it was Jay, a figment of my imagination, a man free from the shackles of duty and deadly realities. And she had given herself to him—a man I can never be.I pour myself a glass of whi
AellaThe café hasn’t felt the same lately. Not since Jay stopped showing up. No fresh rose tucked between my coffee mugs, no texts lighting up my phone with casual flirtation. It’s as if he vanished into thin air. A part of me wants to reach out, to find out what happened, but another part keeps my fingers hovering over the phone, paralyzed.He had given me warmth, laughter, a tantalizing glimpse into what could be—then he pulled it all away as if scared of what he’d created. I feel like a fool for letting my guard down, but more than that, I feel the ache of his absence like a phantom limb. Each day that passes with no word from him piles another layer of cold, gritty reality atop my dreams.It’s my turn to take a break, and I find myself sitting alone, nibbling on a sandwich without really tasting it.“Girl, you’re miles away again. A penny for your thoughts?” Sam says, snapping me back to reality during our break. He’s got that worried pinch between his eyebrows. “What’s eating
AellaToday is a weird day, an emotional shitshow really. I tug at the ends of my apron, feeling the soft, worn fabric, as I prepare for my last shift at the café. I’m not Ella anymore, just a ghost of her, lingering in a place that will soon no longer be mine. It’s been more than a place to clock in hours for a paycheck; it’s been my escape, a slice of ‘normal’ in a life that’s anything but.The moment I walk in, memories flood back—afternoon lulls, morning rushes, and whispered conversations with Jay. Oh God, Jay. Just the thought of him sends this aching pulse through my chest.I look around the café, taking in the faces of the people I didn’t even know would come to be my second family. Sam’s already setting up for the farewell party they’ve insisted on throwing for me, and my heart sinks a little at the thought of saying goodbye.The morning rushes by in a haze. I’m mechanically foaming milk, pulling shots of espresso, and scribbling names on cups. Each swipe of the cleaning clo