Ryan’s POV: My initial intent in coming to Eve's office was simply to taunt Raven. I wanted to remind him that he was encroaching on my territory by converting his property into a mall. However, as I watched the dynamics between Eve and Raven, a different kind of rage began to build within me. It was no longer just about territory; it was about the woman I considered mine. Raven, the son of the Alpha of the Grim Claw Pack, wasn't just taking over my territory; it seemed he had laid claim to my mate. The mere thought of it infuriated me, shit, I can't let this pass without a confrontation. I couldn't help but notice the sneaky eye contact between Eve and Raven when she gave him the heads-up about me trying to hinder the mall's opening. Their eyes were having a whole conversation that I couldn't freaking get. It kept bugging the hell out of me. My anger grew stronger as I recalled seeing Eve in Raven's building the previous day. She insisted it was all work-related, but if that were
Eve’s POV: I'm leaving the office immediately. It's a total disaster. I want to calm my nerves and talk to Amy. I'm sure she still will be at the cozy bakery down the street. When we started working, we intentionally arranged our offices next to each other. Amy is an extraordinary chef who crafts the most unique and delectable desserts for our customers. Her culinary expertise has played a significant role in the success of our business. I'm almost at the door, feeling the weight of the chaotic day when someone firmly grasps my arm. "Eve, we need to talk," Ryan says with urgency. "What do you want now?" I respond gruffly, attempting to conceal the flood of emotions surging through me. "I want you to come back," he says breathlessly, his words catching me off guard. "What?" I almost squealed in amazement, unable to process his sudden confession. "Hear me out. I want you to come back to me, to our pack. I'm ready to forgive you for everything," he pleads. "Forgive me?" I erupt wi
Ryan’s POV: I watched her as she walked away, taking in every detail of her beautiful body. Her taste still lingers on my lips, sweet and mesmerizing. The memory of her presence captivates me, leaving me longing for more. She could talk all she wanted, but I could feel the way her body responded to my touch. She still belongs to me. My inner wolf persistently fought to connect with me, its howls echoing in my mind. "Go after her. Don't let her slip away," it urged, yelling at me the moment I let it take control. "Patience, my friend," I tried to calm it down. "Don't let her leave us again." "Stop trying to control me," I snapped back, growing angry. "And for the record, it was you who compelled me to kiss her, wasn't it?" "If I relied on you and your pride, you wouldn't even speak to her," he retorted. "I miss her wolf, and deep down, you miss her too, no matter how much you deny it." "Enough with the games," I scolded. "You're only confusing things. I've been acting foolishly
Eve’s POV: Two hours earlier: Amy arrived home earlier than usual, providing us with an opportunity to discuss our work situation. I reassured her of my unwavering belief in her abilities, and we decided to participate in the upcoming competition. We agreed that I would inform Raven about my decision to decline the job later in the evening. As Amy headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner, I reached out to Raven, dialing his number. He answered on the first ring, his voice filled with charm. "Well, if it isn't the most beautiful woman in the world," he greeted playfully. I chuckled at his remark, but quickly shifted the tone of our conversation. "Raven, we need to have a serious discussion," I stated firmly. "Sure, what's on your mind?" he replied. "I'll be direct. I've made the decision to decline the opportunity to work for the event organization," I announced. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice raising in disbelief, and in the background, I could hear the screeching of tires
Ryan’s POV: I look at her phone, trying to maintain a facade of calm, but inside, I'm seething with anger and frustration. "Look at your little crush, Ryan," Cari says smugly. "If you've been looking for answers, there you have it." "Why are you showing me this? I don't care at all," I lie through gritted teeth. "If I were Luna, I would never do this to you," she declares with a self-righteous tone. "Cari, for the last time, you and I will never be together," I state firmly, my patience wearing thin. "Good," she frowns. "But I hope you don't get together with that creature because she doesn't deserve to be forgiven." "Why do you keep talking about her?" I question, my frustration growing. "You know very well that she poisoned me and then hid the evidence in her sweatshirt. This is bothering me, Ryan!" Cari insists. I'm taken aback by her claim. How does Cari know where Eve hid the evidence? She was in a coma at the time, and I doubt I shared this information with anyone else.
Eve’s POV: In the morning, Amy and I gathered in the cozy kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as we prepared ourselves for an important discussion. I held a notebook ready to jot down the details we'd need. "Tell me now, what will we need for the competition?" I asked her, eager to dive into the preparations. "The first stage will take place in our city, so that's a relief. We won't have to carry anything with us. But I'm a bit concerned because the competition is of a very high level," Amy replied with a hint of worry. "Amy, I've seen the incredible cakes you've made, and I have no doubt you'll smash the competition," I reassured her with a smile. "It's not just about taste. These competitions also heavily focus on presentation," she explained. "Alright, what do we need to step up our presentation game?" I inquired, determined to help her with whatever she needed. Amy hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Elaborate stands are built, all designed arou
Ryan’s POV: I'm sitting in my office, engrossed in paperwork, when the door opens, and James walks in. "I have news about Eve," he tells me, and I immediately drop everything. "What's happening? Is she okay?" I ask as if I were a teenager in love. He smiles at my reaction, and I quickly realize I need to tighten up my emotions. "There was trouble at the bakery store," he says, waiting for me to ask for more. I raise an eyebrow, knowing that Jaime is aware of my distaste for having to pry information out of someone. "They had invested all their money in shopping for the contest I mentioned earlier," he continued, sensing my impatience. I remain silent and he continues. "Someone stole their supplies, and we couldn't track down the thief because we were focused on following Eve and Amy." "You must keep track of everything," I scold him, and he looks down, acknowledging his mistake. "I bought the store on your behalf so they can use whatever they need from inside, and the probl
Eve’s POV The studio had never been so crowded with bags, and Amy was finally able to calm down a bit and stop hugging Raven, who seemed slightly uncomfortable with all the attention on him. I couldn't blame him; Amy's enthusiasm could be a bit overwhelming at times. As we chatted, I noticed Raven stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking. "Do you want coffee?" I ask Raven. "Yes, thank you," he replies, offering a warm smile. As I walk over to the coffee machine in our studio, I can hear Amy gushing and thanking Raven for what feels like a millionth time. I can't help but laugh as I watch him blush and try to handle her enthusiasm again. "Amy, let Raven breathe," I playfully scold her. I make three cups of coffee - one for me, one for Raven, and one with lots of sugar and milk for Amy. Now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't give her so much sugar. "Would you like something with your coffee?" I ask Raven as I approach with the drinks. "No, I drink it black," he says, t