LOGINNina’s POVBlake pushed his way past the swinging doors straight into the kitchen.Mara instantly lunged forward, grabbing a heavy cast-iron skillet off the stovetop."Back off, Blake! This isn't your damned packhouse!"She brandished the skillet, ready to crack his skull open.Blake barely spared her a glance, completely unfazed.His focus snapped right back to me, his tone softer than I had ever heard it before."Nina, I'm not here to force you.""I just came to bring you home."I looked at him and let out a dry laugh."That estate was never my home, Blake.""And as of right now, you are nothing more than my former employer."His face stiffened."I know I handled things terribly back then.""I shouldn't have humiliated you in front of the others. I shouldn't have let anyone throw away your gifts."He took a desperate step forward."I promise you, from now on, I will only eat the breakfast you cook. I'll only drink the tea you brew. Every single token you ever give me, I'll cherish it
Nina’s POVAdrian's guards handled the aftermath with swift efficiency.Elena was legally compelled to issue a formal written apology and compensate every dime of the property damage.A few days later, The Willow Room was back up and running.To express my gratitude to Adrian, I personally prepared a new recipe for him: pan-seared duck breast drizzled with wild blueberry and juniper reduction.I had been perfecting the dish for weeks, tweaking the sear time and balancing the tart sweetness of the sauce.It took an entire hour of meticulous work before I carried the porcelain plate to his private booth."I apologize for the wait, Your Majesty."Adrian took a slow, thoughtful bite and nodded approvingly."Exquisite. Well worth every minute of the wait."He took a few more bites before resting his fork against the plate."I heard that every single order here is prepared from scratch by you?""Yes. Some patrons complain that the wait is too long.""Yet you refused to compromise," he said,
Nina’s POVAfter Blake left, he vanished for three straight days.On the fourth day, Beta Jason showed up at The Willow Room again.I was in the kitchen inspecting the morning produce delivery.Jason set a sleek black leather folder onto the counter."Nina. This is from Alpha Blake."Mara stepped forward and flipped it open for me.Inside was the deed to a luxury estate, a blank check, and a brand-new employment contract.Jason cleared his throat, sounding triumphant:"Sign this contract, and the villa is yours. On top of that, the Alpha will pay you an annual salary of five hundred thousand dollars."Mara flipped to the final page and burst out laughing."An exclusive private chef contract? For twenty years?"She looked up, glaring daggers at Jason."Your Alpha is so generous. Throwing a house at her just to buy out twenty years of her life!""If you're not ordering food, get the hell out!"At two in the afternoon, an unexpected party entered the dining room.Elena walked in, flanked
Nina's POVOnce the cab crossed the Ironwood Pack border, I never looked back.Four hours later, the car pulled up in downtown Minneapolis.My childhood best friend, Mara, was already waiting outside an upscale restaurant.*The Willow Room.*It was Mara's fine-dining establishment, frequented by wealthy human socialites and powerful werewolf families alike."I sorted out your lease. The apartment is right behind the restaurant," she said, pressing a set of keys into my palm."That honey-rosemary roasted lamb chop you taught me five years ago? Still our best-selling signature dish."She pointed toward the framed awards on the wall."Just last month, a food magazine named us one of the top must-visit dining rooms in Minneapolis.""I told you years ago you should partner up with me. Better late than never!"I looked down at the brass keys in my hand."Thank you, Mara."The very next afternoon, as I was prepping ingredients in the commercial kitchen, someone barged straight through the bac
Blake's POVThe Ironwood Pack engagement gala was the grandest gathering this territory had seen in years.White roses blanketed the front lawn, and fairy lights twined around the massive oak trees. Alphas and influential delegates from neighboring packs gathered to celebrate Elena and me.Elena wore an exquisite white gown, holding onto my arm as we walked among the guests.She was stunning.Golden locks cascaded over her shoulders, her silk train swaying gently with every step. She was poised, charming, and knew exactly what to say to everyone.Looking at her, I felt certain she was the ideal Luna by my side.Werewolves pride themselves on being more loyal and sentimental than humans. Our bonds are witnessed by the Moon Goddess; choosing a mate is supposed to be for life.Yet as an Alpha, I learned long ago that duty often overrides emotion.Especially when it comes to marriage.Elena’s father was the previous Alpha of Ironwood. Even in retirement, his influence ran deep. The pack el
Nina’s POVThe moment Lady Nyvas’s car pulled through the gates of the Ironwood Pack estate, I headed toward her with the termination papers in hand.Passing Blake's private lounge, I caught the sound of cheerful laughter.Elena was directing the maids to clear out the fireplace.One of the maids was holding a dark grey wool scarf, preparing to toss it into the roaring hearth.I had knitted that scarf myself.Five years ago, when Blake led his very first winter border patrol into the northern ridge, I spent an entire month knitting it stitch by stitch.His initials were embroidered neatly on the bottom corner.I walked over and quietly pulled it from the maid's hands."Nina, what are you doing here?"Blake's deep voice sounded behind me.He was wearing a tailored black button-down, Elena clutching his arm in an elegant white designer suit."I just came to take this scarf back."Elena looked at me in mild surprise."Nina, I just thought we needed to clear out the old clutter. Blake is a







