LOGINIdara“Y-your… your eyes,” I whispered, taking a step back.Fear wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head toward the door. I followed his gaze instinctively, my heart hammering wildly.God, I want to run.My mind was a mess, panic, confusion, dread—everything crashing into each other at once. And just then, the door opened.How did he even know someone was coming?This time, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.A woman stepped inside. She had short hair, sharp eyes, and wore a fitted suit that screamed authority. She was tall, composed, professional—the kind of woman who looked like she always knew what was going on.“I guess this is her,” she said calmly, directing her words to Mr. Chester.He turned to look at me again.My stomach dropped.Were they part of some cult?And was I the sacrifice?A thousand thoughts rushed through my head all at once.“I almost lost it,” Mr. Chester said to the woman, his eyes never leaving
IdaraWhen we reached the door, the man stepped aside and gestured politely, a small smile on his face.“I’m Denver,” he said as he opened it for me.I honestly didn’t care what his name was. Right now, fear was doing somersaults in my stomach. I didn’t want to lose this job and end up back at square one again.I swallowed hard and walked in, my heart pounding faster than normal.Oh God, please help me.The office was huge—far larger than I had imagined—but my anxiety didn’t allow me to take in much of it. My eyes went straight ahead.His chair was empty.Only his desk stood there, papers neatly arranged like they’d been measured and placed with precision. Above the seat, mounted on the wall, was the head of a wolf.For a moment, I tried to convince myself it was just decoration. Plastic, maybe.I was about to take another step when I suddenly stopped.I felt it.A presence behind me.My eyes widened. Slowly, I turned—and found myself face to face with him.Mr. Chester.The CEO.My bo
IdaraOne Tuesday afternoon, after yet another day of doing absolutely nothing, lunchtime finally rolled around. The office had a cafeteria downstairs where employees could go eat, and honestly, it was the only part of the day I ever looked forward to.Eliot walked up to my desk with a bright smile on his face.“Well, Idara,” he said cheerfully, flashing those white teeth of his, “why don’t we all go eat lunch together?”I nodded, relieved for the distraction.But before I could even stand up, Faye laughed lightly.“Seriously, Eliot,” she said, waving a hand dismissively, “we can eat alone like we always do. Besides, it doesn’t look like Idara needs more food.”She laughed again, like it was the most harmless joke in the world.I froze.I didn’t know if she truly thought what she said was funny, but I didn’t find it amusing—not even a little. I was used to comments like that. Too used to them. And because of that, I knew exactly when someone was insulting me and when they were pretend
Idara The very next Monday, I went over to the company. I submitted all the credentials they had requested, and after a few minutes, I was handed a company pass. Holding it in my hand made everything feel official—and terrifying at the same time.Not long after, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties approached me. She was well put together, her expression professional and unreadable.“Miss Williams, this way,” she said, gesturing politely.I followed her to the elevator, my heart already beating faster than normal. The moment we stepped inside, she pressed the button for the first floor, and my eyes widened instantly.The first floor—if I remembered correctly—was strictly reserved for the CEOs. Maybe the CFO’s office is on the first floor too.My throat tightened as the elevator doors slid shut and began to move. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.I hoped—no, I needed—to make a very good first impression on my boss. I had dressed my best for this moment: a deep blue
Idara I got into huge trouble. Yeah, it is as you heard it, a very big trouble and right now I’m on my way to my mom’s. I need to get out of town because it’s that serious. For context, I’m a very big girl—not that huge, but chubby, with really big breasts. I have this friend—or should I say had a friend who is the complete opposite of me, the beautiful, slender and born with a silver spoon type of girl. She had been dating a guy for the past three years, and they got engaged last year. But I did what no friend was supposed to do: I blurted out a secret between us because she pushed me to the point where I was so angry and said it. Still, I shouldn’t have. But I guess I was really mad when she humiliated me in front of everyone, and I was sick of it all, her constant ridicules, so I said what I wasn’t supposed to say. Now, with the influence she has, she’s been making my life miserable. You might be wondering what I did. Well, before she met her boyfriend Jax, Marilyn once dated
Years later I was seated in my study when Abel suddenly walked in, our son toddling closely behind him on his short legs. He had grown very attached to his father, and ever since he started walking, he refused to let anyone carry him. “Well, look at my babies,” I called out fondly. Our son immediately ran into my arms, while Abel stood there with a wide smile spread across his face. “I have a surprise for you, Clara,” Abel said. “Someone reached out to me. I think they might know who your real parents are.” The moment those words left his mouth, my breathing turned uneven with excitement. After all these years of searching, it finally felt like something was happening. I was overwhelmed with happiness. “H–how?” I tried to ask, barely able to form the word. Abel only smiled. “Someone contacted me, Clara, but we need to be careful. She says her name is Bella Maxwell, from the Waterford Pack.” I raised an eyebrow. He sat down across from me, still smiling. “It appears your real p







