I open my eyes in shock, a shriek leaving my lips to see the man in front of me.
Bare The moonlight cascaded down on him in a soft glow, casting a long shadow behind him. My mouth agape at the sight of ripped muscles, the hard pecs and the visible veins going down his abdomen to connect at his— Oh, Goddess! I look away, heat scorching my cheeks in shame. What am I doing checking out a stranger like that? “Terrible survival skills” He let out a ‘tch’ sound, shaking his head slowly. “Who are you?” I ask while secretly trying to unstrap my heels. He tilts his head before sitting down and reaching for my face. I move my head back but he grabs my chin. Pain shoots through my jaw from the fall earlier. I gulp as he studies my face and wipes the trail of blood running from the corner of my mouth down to my chin. “Name,” He asks. “Huh?” I murmur. “Your name and age” He demands but I don't answer as I've already freed my feet from the heels. Whipping out my claws, I strike him. He stumbles back, taken aback. I get up and sprint away from him. Not caring to look back. A chill-sending growl reverberates through the air while I run like my life depends on it. Running over pebbles and branches, until my stomach hurt from how hard I was pushing past my limits. I can hardly figure out where I'm running but when I look over my shoulder, he is nowhere behind. Just when I thought I left him behind, I collide with something firm and stumbled back, falling on my butt. He is standing before me, looking down at me like a devil ready to unleash. Blood oozes out from the scratch on his chest. I barely release a gasp when he grabs my ankle and yanks me towards him. My blood runs cold. “If you are bold enough to lay your hands on me then I'm sure, you're strong enough to receive it,” He says in a low dangerous snarl, clasping his fingers around my throat and pinning me down on the ground. “Let's see how well you can take it, little wolf” He rasped. My skin burns under his grip, sending a wave of nausea as I struggle to move him away. ‘He is strong,’ Inez gushed in my head. My attention diverted entirely to what she was saying. ‘Look at his muscles. He is so hot My eyes rake down his chest, the way he is hovering over me and straddling my thigh. Heat crawls up my neck at the realization of such a position. ‘You agree, right?’ Inez beams. He frowned, eyeing me like I had grown two heads. “Are you‐ enjoying this?” He asks, arching a brow as a smirk stretches on his lips. “Interesting,” He whispered, slowly taking his hand off my neck. The heat of his touch still lingers on my skin. “Piss off” I hiss, pushing him with all my strength. “You want to play, little wolf? Let's play” He says, leaning back and resting both his palms on either side of his torso. “Stop calling me little wolf!” I snap before running again. “Let's see how far you can run. I like to chase, "he says from behind. I don't stop, don't look back. A yelp pushes past my mouth when he suddenly emerges from behind one of the trees. I turn in another direction. His chuckle echoes behind. When I don't sense him around anymore, believing I have come far away. I stop near a tree and catch my breath. “Tired so soon?” I jumped in fright, darting my eyes to my left where he stood leaning against a tree a few steps away. I grimace, sprinting again but my legs hurt at this point. Exhausted, I still try to keep moving. My steps eventually slow down and I take support from a tree. I hear a snap of twigs from somewhere around. Pushing myself, I ran again only this time did I feel a hand at the base of my neck, yanking me back and coming face to face with him. “What do you want from me?” I exclaim in exasperation. My chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath. “You walked into trouble yourself, little wolf” I grit my teeth in utter irritation at the way he is constantly demeaning me. “This is my Pack. You're a stranger hunting me around like it's fun! Just know one thing, whatever you do to me there's no way you'll walk out without getting caught” I say. My sore ankle stings. My knees almost buckled, making me grab onto his arms to balance myself. “What's your name?” He asks. “Inez! My name is Inez! Are you fucking happy now?” I shout in his face. A pulse ticked in his jaw before his hand moved up to my hair, grabbing a fistful of it and tugging it. My scalp burns not in a way that hurts but in a way that makes my mind blank for a moment. His mouth is so close to my neck, and his hot breath fans over my skin. When his nose brushed against the most vulnerable spot for a mark, heat pooled in between my thighs. “I'm eighteen” My voice comes out in a mere whisper, strained from the sudden overwhelming heat. He is quick to let go. I stumble back but he grabs my arm to keep me steady. “Who even are you?” I ask, now truly confused about his intentions. A horn blaring through the forest steals my attention. The sound that is used by the council to alert the Pack. “You will know and when that happens, we will have this talk again. Till then live because it's going to get worse, Inez” He rasped a threat. “Go back to your Pack, little wolf. It's not safe out here” He says before walking away. I somehow managed to get out of the woods onto the road. Still shaken up with everything, I constantly look behind like he is still somewhere keeping watch. Instead, I see a familiar car approaching. It stops next to me, revealing Maria. “Hop on, it's an emergency,” She says. Surprised by her offer, I sit down and she drives to the Pack ground. People were already crowded around the stage. We hop off and join them. Once we get closer, I spot Beta Ken with the rest of the five Council members. Their faces are pale and scent sour. In the corner on the stage, Alpha's only daughter Sharon is barely standing. Her bloodshot eyes make my stomach drop and assume the worst possible scenario. No… please no. “Attention everyone,” Beta Ken says into the microphone, “As you all know our Alpha was injured” He pauses for a brief second then continues, “Unfortunately he didn't make it- The crowd erupted in whispers and murmurs, hard to believe such a thing when we were told our Alpha was doing fine then how is it possible? My mind goes back to the stranger in the woods. Did he kill the Alpha?Liam pins Carlos under a gaze so sharp, I twist my fingers together, the nerves in my hands burning. Shame crawls up my skin like fire.What was I thinking letting another man stand so close? Letting him touch me?“I— I got some ink on my face,” I stammer, panic making my voice thin. “He was just helping.”“Mr. Desmond.” Carlos greets him easily, composed as ever.Liam steps inside, nods once to him then crosses the room until he is standing between us. A wall of calm possession.My heart pounds like I’ve been caught doing something criminal.“So… how’s the project going?” Liam’s tone is casual, but the undercurrent isn’t.“Everything’s moving smoothly,” Carlos replies. “Melanie is exceptional at what she does.”“She has been very stressed lately,” Liam says, his voice measured. “I’m adding another batch to this project to take some of the load off my wife.”He slips an arm around my waist. The sudden warmth of his touch startles me.“Wouldn’t want her getting sick,” he adds lightly.
The question is casual yet it hits like a blow.“It's been a long time.. Ten years maybe” I answer. He nods slowly. “Do you have a wedding photo?”I blink at the shift in topic. “What?”“A wedding photo,” he repeats. “Most people do.”I open my mouth then close it. A strange chill moves down my spine. I don't really remember our wedding. Maybe it's been so long.“No,” I say quietly. “I don’t actually. We had a small courthouse wedding. Just us. It wasn’t a big deal”He tilts his head. “No pictures at all?”“I… I never thought about it… There must be pictures somewhere. I mean, we both have always been workaholic to pay attention to such details” It hits me then..how odd that is. No framed memories. No captured moment of vows or rings or even laughter. I don’t even remember what dress I wore.Carlos doesn’t comment but something in his expression changes. Curiosity or maybe concern.“Look,” I say, desperate to shift the energy. “This partnership… If it's going to work, we need clean
MELANIE:I glance up from the quarterly report, eyes narrowing at the numbers blurring on my screen. It's been a long morning of meetings and back-to-back emails yet my inbox still looks like it’s hosting a riot. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I press my fingers to my temples. Management doesn’t sleep and being head of it means I barely blink.A soft knock at my door breaks through my thoughts.“Come in,” I call, my voice brisk.My assistant Maya pokes her head in. “Mr. Desmond wants you in the boardroom.”I raise an eyebrow. “Now?”She nods. “He said it’s important.”Of course he did. My husband only summons me like this when he has either landed a major deal or is about to drop me into one.I stand, smoothing my pants down, ignoring the little flutter of irritation that stirs in my chest. We have always promised to keep our work professional and for the whole part we do. But there are days when I wonder if he forgets that I’m not just his Company's damn
CARLOS:I fix my shirt and put on the cufflinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Despite grooming myself just fine, the swollen eyes are still very much obvious. I sigh, grabbing my phone and bag before leaving the room. I walk in the small kitchenette and open the fridge. A half eaten sandwich from yesterday morning is still there. I grab it and stuff it in my mouth before walking out of the kitchen to the main door.But just as I turn on the doorknob and pull open a little, a man standing at the door alerts me instantly. My hands ball into a fist but the moment his familiar face comes into view, I relax. “Ethan” I address him curtly, opening the door wide enough. “What are you doing here?”“Hey dude” he says casually, subtly glancing inside my room.“Belle sent you here to spy on me, didn't she?” I ask groggily, glancing at the bag he is holding.“She sent me here, yes but just to see how you are doing” He says, “C'mon, let me in” he invites himself in my house and goes to
MELANIE: My heart is still racing about the whole encounter with that crazy man. Even as I tug the kids in the bed and wait for my husband to return home. I don't know if it's the fear that something could have happened to me and the kids or this strange nausea when he held me… like I meant something precious to him. I shake off the thoughts for the tenth time now and walk up to the kitchen. The scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes curl around me like a blanket but even the familiar comfort of my own kitchen can't settle the tremor in my hands. I stir the sauce again, though it doesn't need it. My eyes flick to the clock in the hallway. Time keeps moving but I feel stuck, left behind in the same moment I have been trying to shake since this afternoon. His arms around me hadn’t been rough or aggressive, not in the way I expected from a man shouting a name like a madman in broad daylight. They were…warm. The kind of embrace that feels too soothing, the kind… I haven't received f
I can't believe this and for a moment, I stand still. My breath is caught in my throat. My wolf that's been quiet ever since we left the Pack grounds stirs within me. The air thickens whilst every instinct in my body pulls me toward her. I watch, still in shock as she holds the kids in a protective and tender way. She smiles so brightly, brushing something off the little boy’s cheek, my heart starts hammering wildly in my chest. My legs move before my brain can even come out of the shock. I walk until I am standing just a step away from her. She looks up, her deeply familiar eyes lock with mine and her smile falters. My chest aches like it’s caving in. “Sofia,” I breathe, voice shuddering from overwhelming emotions. She blinks, slow and confused like she is trying to place me. Her eyes that used to light up seeing me are now lacking any recognition. Is it another hallucination? Am I finally losing it all? Her brows knit. “I’m sorry… Do I know–?” Her voice is all that takes to b