Chapter 21. I Want You To Help Me

Ria

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt.

I looked back towards Bliss training relentlessly.

She looked different from the girls I once envied. Strong, fierce, and unstoppable.

I wondered if I was the one who was really weak.

Later that night, alone in the room they ushered me in, I lay awake thinking about what I’d seen.

Bliss was alive. Powerful. Untouchable.

And Liam… Liam is not the man I thought I knew.

His obsession with Bliss was dangerous—like a wildfire threatening to burn everything down.

I felt torn. Part of me wanted to warn Bliss, to protect her. But another part that craved power and approval whispered to stay quiet.

Because in this pack, loyalty meant survival. 

And survival meant making hard choices.

 Liam finally let his guard down. Not completely, of course — he never did.

But enough for me to see the cracks beneath the armour he wore so well.

I watched him from across the glass table in the study, the lights outside casting long shadows on the floor.

The scent of expensive cologne and leather mixed with the faint trace of his wolf blood—always present, even when he tried to hide it.

“Ria,” he said, eyes narrowing as he leaned over, “I want you to help me.

His voice was low and thick, with that dangerous edge I’d come to fear and crave all at once.

I swallowed hard, careful to mask the flutter of excitement in my chest.

“Help you?” I repeated voices smooth like silk. “With what?”

He gave a slow, deliberate smile like he knew something I didn’t – “with Bliss.”

My heart stuttered, then. Pounded hard against my ribs. Bliss—that name is poison and balm all at once.

I kept my expression neutral. “What do you want me to do?”

“To get close to her,” Liam said, tapping a long finger on the glass. “Learn what she knows, where she’s vulnerable. I want her back under my control.”

I nodded slowly, playing the part of the loyal fiancée, the perfect partner in this perfect game. I side-stormed—anger, fear, jealousy. And mostly the sharp thrill of opportunity.

 Because if I played this right…

Maybe I could turn the table. I might remain the one and only person he needs whatsoever. I mean he enjoyed the way I rode him in bed , so he kept me. If I should win Bliss back for him, he might not need her again seeing my efforts.

Liam’s plan, my mask.

He laid out his plan with cold precision—surveillance and strategic conversations, subtle tests of Bliss’s limits. He wanted to weaken her, break her spirit until she was his again.

I agreed without hesitation, though the lie felt bitter.

“I’ll get close,” I promised, “I’ll find weak spots.”

Liam’s eyes gleamed with something like triumph, and I hated him for it.

But I needed to stay close—to him, to Bliss, and to the dangerous edge we all tread on.

The next day, I followed Liam as he approached Bliss during a rare break in the training. My heart thudded with anxiety and something darker—jealousy, resentment, even a twisted admiration.

Liam’s voice was calm, controlled. “Bliss”, he said smoothly, “we need to talk.”

She looked up, eyes sharp and guarded. I watched her carefully, memorising every flicker of emotion. “About what?” Bliss asked, voice steady but cautious. “Do you just go about asking strangers out  to talk?”

“About where you belong, and don’t act like we’re strongers” Liam said, his words like a promise and a threat at the same time. 

I stepped forward, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

“Hi, Bliss. Long time,”

She just looked at me without a word.

“I want to help you, I really want to make things better between us. Can you give me a chance” I said, “to make things easier.”

She looked at me, suspicion clear but not hostile.

“Why?” She asked. 

I took a breath, searching for the right lie.

“Because sometimes survival means choosing allies carefully,” I said softly. “ And I want to be one of yours.”

Her eyes narrowed, and I felt the weight of her mistrust. “I don't need allies.”

But I held ground. “Give me a chance.”

“Give me space, I want to breathe.” She said.

Later in my room, the mask slipped.

I hated lying—not because it was wrong but because it felt like I was losing a piece of myself.

Yet this was war. And in war, deception was a weapon.

I lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around me like a shroud, and thought about Bliss. About Liam. About the game I was playing.

Could I really help Liam reclaim her? 

Or was I setting a trap of my own?

I didn’t know.

But one thing was clear: I wouldn’t be a pawn forever.

Over the next few days, I watched Bliss closely. I saw the strength behind her defiance, the pain she hid beneath the surface.

Sometimes when she thought no one was looking, she let her guard slip. A flash of doubt. A flicker of fear.

It made me wonder if she was as invincible as she seemed.

One afternoon she caught me staring.

“Why are you watching me?” She asked quietly. 

Caught off guard, I forced a smile. “Because I want to understand.”

She studied me for a long moment. “Understand what?”

“Why you’re still here”, I said, “and what you want.”

“I want freedom, if you get that now get the fuck out of my face. And my life.”

And suddenly I wasn’t sure whose side I was really on. 

Meanwhile, Liam’s obsession with Bliss deepened. Every time I thought he was on edge, Bliss surprised him.

Every plan he made was met with resistance.

“She’s stronger than I thought,” he admitted one night, his voice dark with frustration. 

I nodded, hiding the satisfaction that curled inside me.

But I also knew Liam’s obsession made him dangerous—unpredictable.

One wrong move and everything could explode.

The tension between Liam, Bliss, and me grew sharper by the day.

In public I played the loyal fiancée. Behind closed doors I planned my moves carefully.

If I could use Liam’s obsession against him. Maybe I could survive this deadly game.

Either way, the stakes were clear.

And the game was just beginning.