FAZER LOGINThat he couldn’t just meant that –“I’ve asked Brittany for a divorce,” he said.My thoughts came to a screeching halt.“That’s why she’s lashing out,” he went on. “She’s desperate.”“You…” Gods, I never in a million years would have thought Jason would have the nerve to openly defy his father in su
Laila’s POVJason and I sprang apart, suddenly adding distance. I moved behind the desk, trying to stay cool. Jason stayed near the front. He combed his fingers through his hair, pretending like he hadn’t been reaching up to cup my cheek.Adelaide looked between us two, her initial surprise slipping
“I was told that Claire would be in our meeting, as well,” Jason said. “In fact, I insist.”Adelaide’s smile slipped entirely and she sneered. “She’s not a very good assistant anyway. She may return to you, Vanessa. For now. But only after she cleans up this mess.”“Yes, ma’am,” Claire said. Adelaid
Laila’s POVEveryone in the room froze as Jason himself stepped through the door to the meeting room.Then Adelaide straightened, regaining her cooler composure, almost like she had never lost it. Only her slightly reddened face gave away that she had lost her temper at all.For anyone other than an
As I approached, through the window, I saw Claire standing there, shifting uncomfortably, with deep worried lines on her face.I knocked on the door and she jumped.“Come in,” Adelaide called.I opened the door and stepped inside.Adelaide was sitting at the far end of the long table. A laptop and s
Laila’s POV“What was the noise, Mommy?” Ava asked, when I returned to her room. There wasn’t a chance in the hells that I was going to tell her the truth of what I just witnessed. At least, not all of it.“Luna Brittany is here,” I said, a few rooms down. “The reporters were interviewing her.”Ava
Jason’s POVI ran until I physically couldn’t anymore, to do so would make me collapse. During my run, the moon had gone high and then lowered again. The sky was turning golden with the light of the rising sun.I shifted back to human form just outside the pack house. The servants must have worked h
Laila's POVAva's breathing had finally evened out, turning soft and steady.I sat beside her bed, running my fingers through her dark hair. She looked so small in that hospital bed. Too fragile.The machines beeped around us. Heart monitor steady, but reminding me how precarious everything was.He
Jason’s POVI sat at the desk in my office, glaring at Hank as he sat in the chair across from me. Marcus stood nearby, his arms crossed.Hank wasn’t smirking as much as he had in the past, likely because we had disrupted his entire day by dragging him here. Some of my guard were still standing outs
“I can keep watch outside the door,” I told her. “If that would make you more comfortable.”“I can’t ask you to do that.”“You aren’t asking. I’m offering.”“I’m f-fine,” she said, but her voice wavered.“Don’t worry about anything,” I told her. “You get your shower. I’ll keep you safe.”Again, she







