LOGINDominic “Good morning, Nyla,” I said, my voice steady but low, carrying the weight of last night’s tension. Her head lifted from where it had rested on the pillow, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine. A soft smile tugged at her lips, gentle and knowing, and for a moment, my chest tightened not with anger, but with something sharper, fiercer.“Good morning,” she replied softly. The curve of her lips and the quiet glimmer in her eyes told me more than words ever could. I knew the subtle shift in her body, the relaxation after the storm of last night, and I realized—she had taken care of herself. That brief, private act must have relieved some edge, but it didn’t erase the tension between us, the undercurrent of desire and danger that lingered.I moved closer, careful, deliberate. My Alpha instincts hummed beneath my skin, sharp and alert, watching her every movement. “Have you eaten?” I asked, and when she shook her head, I felt a flicker of surprise. She never missed a meal. She alw
Dominic Ever since the kiss between Nyla and Eric, I had been on edge. Every moment after that, every memory, every fleeting thought, it all twisted inside me like a knife I couldn’t pull out. I buried myself in work, stayed longer in the office, even ignored calls and messages just to avoid facing the storm that brewed inside.But avoidance didn’t work. I couldn’t escape the image of Nyla’s smile as she looked at Eric, the soft warmth in her eyes, the quiet intimacy that lingered between them even in a room full of tension. My chest tightened every time I pictured them together, and I hated that I couldn’t stop it. I hated that it bothered me, that my Alpha instincts roared like a caged beast every time he was near her.I came home later than usual that evening. The house was quiet, but I could feel her presence before I even saw her. Nyla was in the sitting room, her posture relaxed, yet there was a subtle tension in the way she held herself. My eyes found Eric immediately, sitting
Nyla “How do I like my coffee, Eric?” I asked, my voice soft, almost hesitant. He didn’t answer right away. His silence caught me by surprise. I hadn’t meant to startle him I just needed to know. I needed to see if he still remembered.We had shared breakfast together every day for four years, a ritual that had started long before any of the chaos between us. Coffee had been our thing—our quiet connection before the world demanded more than we could give. And now, after everything, I wanted to see what he remembered, wanted to know if the past still lived in him as it did in me.Eric’s eyes lifted slowly, scanning me as though trying to read the question behind the question. I held my breath. Every second stretched painfully.“You… remember,” he finally said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I think I do.”My pulse quickened. That hint of hesitation he was testing me as much as I was testing him. My hands wrapped around the warm mug before me, but I barely felt it. I could feel Do
Nyla“Have you eaten?” Alpha Aesop asked, and I nodded.“Please sit,” he said. He sounded nicer.I hesitated for a brief second before sitting down, my body still tense from everything that had happened earlier. The room felt too controlled, too quiet, like everyone was holding something back.Dominic sat beside me.The moment I settled, his hand came to rest on my thigh, firm and possessive, his thumb moving slowly in a way that was meant to calm me.But it didn’t.It made everything worse.My breath caught slightly, and I tried to focus on anything else—on the table, on Alpha Aesop, on my own hands—but the warmth of his touch kept pulling my attention back.“Nyla, I am sorry about what happened,” Alpha Aesop said.I looked up at him, surprised.Sorry.That wasn’t something I expected from him.“I…” I swallowed. “It’s fine.”But my voice lacked conviction.Because it wasn’t fine.Nothing about this was fine.“You were not meant to be involved,” he continued, his gaze steady on mine.
NylaMy heart was in my mouth as Dominic pulled me close, his wings folding around me like a storm I could not escape. He did not speak, and the silence was suffocating, every beat of my heart echoing in my ears. I had no words. I was afraid.We entered the room, and before I could react, he pushed me gently but firmly onto the bed. My body hit the mattress with a thud, and I could feel the tension in the air, thick, unyielding. Dominic stood above me, his eyes dark and stormy, every muscle taut, his presence pressing down on me like a physical weight. In his hands were the small folded picture and my panties. I froze, my chest tightening, my wolf growling low and restless. He shook slightly, not from weakness, but from the anger he was barely restraining.“Why, Nyla…” His voice was low, controlled, but it shook with the force of his fury. “Why did you think it was okay to do this? To sneak out and leave me to discover… this?” He lifted the picture and panties slightly, and my stomach
Nyla“Nyla, please say sorry,” Dominic linked me, his voice low, pleading, shaking slightly with the weight of anger and frustration.It was hard, but I managed to do so, my lips trembling as I whispered, “I… I’m sorry.”“Henceforth, you are not welcome at this table, Nyla. I thought you were a sweet, calm girl. I actually believed you were too good for Eric. That was why I joined you with Dominic. I did not know you were like this.”Her words, Margaret’s words, cut through me like ice. I froze in my chair, my hands gripping my lap so tightly my knuckles ached. My heart was pounding, my wolf restless beneath my skin, and fear made my stomach twist into knots.“You think your feelings for Eric excuse sneaking out in the dead of night? That your desire justifies disobeying rules and ignoring the warnings of those who care about you? Do you understand the chaos you have caused, Nyla? The worry, the anger, the fear? You have left me no choice but to confront you directly, to make sure you







