Alec Vanessa's scent curled into my lungs like a slow-acting drug. That damned scent. I wanted to tear my skin off just to stop feeling it.Everything in me burned. My wolf was pressing harder than ever, raging and clawing beneath the surface. One second more and he’d take over.Vanessa had no idea what I was holding back. If she did, she would’ve run.Instead, she held her ground like she wanted to die pretty.I narrowed my gaze. “You will show me respect.”Nothing.“I’m not one of those foolish nobles who chase skirts in the shadows. I am Alpha. My word and will is law.”Still nothing. Not even a flicker of fear.“Do you even know who you’re speaking to?”“Loud and clear,” she said, unbothered. “The almighty Alpha who follows his cock more than his crown.”I took a step forward. Her back touched the tree.“I should punish you for that.”Her mouth twitched, amused. “But you won’t.”I leaned in, enough to brush her cheek with the heat of my breath. “Keep talking like that and I’ll ma
VanessaThe basket was light in my hands, but my thoughts felt like boulders stacked on my chest. I kept my pace steady, heading to the garden and fixing my eyes on the trail of petals scattered from the night’s wind. Maya wanted fresh apples, and I needed an excuse to stay out of sight.Isabella's words echoed in my skull. It made no sense that Nina was trying to help me. Why would she help me if she once had Alec? What woman reaches out to the girl bonded to the man she once loved?Maybe Olga was right. Maybe kindness was just manipulation wrapped in softer packaging. Nina could be helping me to soothe guilt. Or maybe she pitied me. Maybe she just wanted to get close enough to watch me fall.My chest tightened.Jealousy tasted bitter. It clung to the back of my tongue, refusing to be swallowed. I didn’t want to feel anything for Alec, let alone this fire in my stomach every time I pictured him with someone else. Especially Nina.They were werewolves, not priests. Sex was nothing her
VanessaMorning crawled in slowly, dragging the weight of my thoughts behind it. I didn’t want to think about anything. I wanted my mind free from worries. So I resumed my morning duty, dusting and folding.Somewhere below, a grunt echoed through the air. Then a laugh followed by the clatter of bodies hitting sand. The sounds came in intervals. My curiosity edged forward.I set the cloth aside and walked to the nearest window. The courtyard was alive. Three males sparred shirtless under the rising sun, blades in hand and adrenaline thick in the air. But only one of them made my breath catch like a snare.Alec.His back was turned at first. Muscles stretched across his shoulders in perfect lines, moving with precision. Each step was calculated and graceful. His laugh rang out as he ducked under Lucas’s blade and struck clean across his side.He turned, and I swallowed.Tribal markings sprawled across his torso, half-faded in places, carved into flesh. My heart betrayed me with a thud.
VanessaI sat in front of the broken mirror, brushing through my hair like it was a mission. Each stroke was precise. I wasn’t going to give Maya the satisfaction of finding fault again, not over something as ridiculous as hair.The stupid comments from yesterday still rang in my head. Smelling like a mutt? Filthy hair in her food? Tch. If she wanted to see how wild I could get, she should try touching me again.But I wasn’t going to let it get that far.I parted my hair down the center and began twisting the ends inward, tucking the length into itself, pinning and styling it low against my neck in a way that made it look shorter and almost forgettable. Cut it? Goddess forbid. I’d rather rip the sheets off her precious Luna bed.I stared at my reflection. The cracks in the mirror blurred the image, but I could still make out the final look. It was clean and simple. Let her say something now.A part of me whispered that maybe this was all just envy. That even if Maya was forcing herse
AlecVanessa rushed off down the corridor. Her maddening scent lingered. Lucas was pissed.“What the hell are you doing?” he barked, marching over.His glare was sharp, but I didn't care. “Relax. It’s my house.”“Your house?” Lucas laughed bitterly. “You were kissing her out there like no one could walk by and see. Do you know what would have happened if anyone else had seen you? Maya's room is down the fucking hallway.”“I couldn’t help it,” I said flatly. “If you’ve got a problem, go argue with the moon goddess.”I didn’t wait for his reply. I turned and started walking toward the wine bar. My body was hot, my wolf kept prowling beneath my skin like it hadn’t calmed since the last time she touched me.Lucas followed me, fuming. “Alec, this won’t end well. You know that, right? People loved your father. He was respected. And you're screwing the daughter of the man who killed him.”I stopped walking and glanced at him with a smirk. “My father wasn’t the saint everyone paints him as.”
AlecMaya's scream cracked through the hall like glass shattering.At first, I ignored it. Maya screamed often over dresses, food, and maids. I had learned not to respond. But then I heard something else.Begging.My chest tightened. I stood frozen, listening. A low whimper. Another hit. The sound of something being dragged.Vanessa.My wolf roared beneath my skin, pacing, agitated. I clenched my fists. My steps were fast, nearly thunderous, across the corridor. I reached the door, ready to kick it down, but I stopped.Breathe. Think.She’s still a servant.I couldn’t go storming in like she was mine.I opened the door.And there she was. On her knees. Hands raised in defense.Maya stood above her with a fistful of hair and a wild look in her eyes. Her hand came down again hard.I moved.My hand caught Maya’s wrist mid-air. “Enough.”Her head snapped toward me. Vanessa didn’t move. Her shoulders shook. Her braid lay limp across her back, half undone.“Let her go,” I growled, barely ho