A strained silence covered their table. Kaya smirked while Langdon gaped at Tristan and Stefano.
Lionel, on the other hand, let out a low whistle as he tried to contain his excitement, "Damn, man."
"True. This is definitely getting interesting. Unfortunately, I have to go to a meeting." Kaya replied, standing up and giving Langdon a pat on the shoulder, "Make sure to tell me what happens, okay?"
Kaya resigned herself from the table and out the room, Tristan and Stefano barely glancing in her direction. They were still glaring at each other, neither of them wanting to back down.
"Show me your cards, Stefano. What's taking so long?" Tristan challenged, tapping his own cards, which he had placed face-down on the table.
Stefano growled at Tristan, "This whole time, you were trying to take her from me."
"Technically speaking, you had no right to claim her in the first place," Tristan commented calmly, but his eyes were not
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"It needed to be done," Francesca said as she stared in the mirror. She was still in her wedding dress, even an hour after her Christian wedding with Stefano because her husband had asked her to. Though raised a Christian herself, Francesca could not help but feel relieved that it was the only tie she had with the Alpha. They were not mates so they could not be married at the altar of the moon goddess. And for a werewolf, that was what mattered the most. She could get out of the arrangement easier. "It didn't have to be you, Cheska." Julio Lopez frowned behind her. Julio was her Dad's friend and became her guardian since his death. He was a balding man in his fifties, with permanent worry lines on his forehead, brought about by being in charge of a ward as reckless and as brave as Francesca, he always said. "You know none of the others wanted to do it, Uncle. I had no choice." Francesca told Julio, "It's the only chance we have of fr
Francesca's wolf shot out from the shock, within a second, her sharp nails clawed at Stefano's face. But Stefano did not fight back. He held her, soothingly trying to cradle her head. "Shh...shh...it's okay." he whispered in her ear, "Qin ai de, it's me." Francesca stopped at that voice. That was her mate's voice, not Stefano's. She realized she had her eyes closed the whole time she was attacking him. A relieved sob rose from her chest, and she fell into Tristan's arms gratefully. He caught her as if she weighed nothing, showering her face with kisses. He untied her hands quickly and Francesca touched his bleeding face, wounded by her blind assault. She was about to apologize when the cuts faded away. Alpha's healing. "I'm okay, my love," Tristan said, smiling at her like she was the moon. Francesca's sobs could not be controlled now that she remembered that she has her mate. She couldn't believe she almost killed hersel
Tristan rolled on the ground as the wolf launched itself on top of him, narrowly avoiding getting pinned down by the animal. Francesca screamed in fright, seeing the wolf reached out to Tristan's arms with its teeth. But her mate was quick to shift, protecting himself with the tough arms of his wolf. Fully shifted, Tristan pulled his arm back, prepared to attack. But Francesca's own wolf, deeply troubled within her, throbbed in recognition at the white wolf. "No, Tristan. It's Mira. Don't hurt her!" Francesca shouted, but it was too late.Tristan struck and the white wolf flew to the other side of the ground. "Mira!" Francesca called out her friend in concern. She was about to approach Mira when Tristan stepped in front of her, keeping her at bay. "Tristan, please." Francesca grabbed at his silky black and white fur, begging him to stop again. But the brown eyes that reflected back at her were unforgiving, and Francesca knew she could do noth
"Welcome home." Tristan's voice was full of relief and love, it tore at Francesca's heart. She finally opened her eyes, revealing the beauty of Tristan's enormous Manhattan penthouse to her. The interior was so sleek and polished, so very different from the coarse Victorian interior of Stefano's house. "I haven't cleaned in a while so the place looks a bit messy." Tristan apologized, gathering her tired body in his strong, warm arms. Francesca noticed that he was naked, probably freshly shifted back into his human form, and she couldn't help but blush as Tristan carried her into his bed. He wasn't as huge as Stefano, but she liked his lean, muscled body and the way it pressed against her own. "Thank you, " she murmured, deeply appreciating how gentle Tristan was with her. Francesca wanted to kiss him, to show him how happy she was that they were finally together. But she cried instead. "Hey, it's going to be okay, Francesca." Tristan soothed as he
Lynn and Francesca found themselves in the kitchen, where Lynn insisted on cooking for Francesca."So, I'm confused." Francesca started.Lynn waved at her to come closer to the kitchen island, "Okay. What about? Let's clear that right up."
Francesca couldn't speak. The intimidation that she felt standing in front of this blonde goddess caught her off guard. She couldn't even begin to process what she just heard. "Where is he?" The woman asked again, irritated andFrancesca pointed silently at the kitchen. "Ugh, of course, he's cooking again." the woman pushed against Francesca towards the kitchen, "Tristan, honey?" Francesca didn't follow, she remained gobsmacked at what was happening. How was it possible that Tristan forgot to tell her he had a girlfriend? But she shook her head. There must be some sort of explanation for this. Steeling herself, Francesca entered the kitchen only to find the woman on her tiptoes, her lips close to Tristan's. Swallowing a gasp, Francesca backed down from the room. "No, wait!" Tristan called out in a panicked voice, chasing Francesca back to the living room. "It's not what you think. She's my ex-girlfriend, okay? There's noth
Francesca gripped the tray of refreshments that she was carrying, shocked at the scene before her."Is everything alright?" she asked. Tristan let go of Jacob, looking a bit guilty as he straightened the collar of his shirt. Jacob did the same to his front, smirking, while Gavin and Calvin stayed in their seats looking uncomfortable."Yes, of course. Let me take that." Tristan smiled at Francesca, taking the tray from her."Okay, um...it's just water though," Francesca said, still confused at the boys' reactions. "Lynn and I are heading to the cafe down the block. I was wondering if you guys want anything from there?""Is it Starbucks? I'll only order if it's Starbucks." Calvin piped up in sudden interest, his previously sour mood brightening."Yes?" Francesca answered hesitantly."Oh, I'll take a caramel macchiato, then. I love caramel." Calvin announced.Gavin cleared his throat, "My order's somewhat em
Francesca ran her hands down the black silk dress that she was wearing as she stepped out of the black limousine that her mate had sent for her. After a long, dreary meeting with the Crescent Moon Pack about Stefano's unexpected visit, Tristan had to leave for a meeting in Brooklyn and Francesca went back home. She had waited at the penthouse but she didn't mind the isolation. It was what she was used to, after all. But Tristan must have felt guilty for leaving her as Omega servants arrived at the door, saying Tristan was waiting to have dinner with her in a restaurant outside. Francesca had been pampered, made-up, and dressed-up and as she rode on the car on the way to the restaurant, her anxiety was a constant. The look on Tristan's face when he spotted her took all that away, however. "You look breathtaking, qin ai de." Tristan murmured, his eyes traveling from her head to her toe. Francesca blushed in pleasure as his gaze continued to caress her, a pl