LOGINNathanIt started first as a little whisper in my ears, faint... echoing from a distance.I was still at the office, burying my head deep into work. I had no plans of going back to the packhouse that night. I didn't want to go back.That was when something tugged at me, not through my ears but through something that shouldn't be, something that never should have existed.A bond.My pen slipped immediately from my fingers, clattering onto the desk.My chest burned; it felt like it was set ablaze. I clutched my chest. I couldn't breathe anymore. What the hell was happening? My vision started to blur, and then suddenly I felt pain but it wasn't mine. It wasn't from my mate, Elizabeth either. My whole body went rigid. It was hers.Kaima.But how?The agony tore through me so hard that I staggered back, trying to steady myself. My legs trembled, I held on to the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. My claws started elongating before I even realised I was shifting; my pulse quickened.
KaimaYou do not care, Kaima. You do not care. It's none of your business whatever he chose to do—just get up and go home.It felt like it was duct tape that held me together. I was trying my best to stay calm, but it wasn’t working.I just wanted to go home and not see him, because there was no way in hell I could handle seeing him right now.His hands on her, her lips on his, the way he didn’t stop her—it all came back, replaying in my head like it was on loop.I kept my head down as I walked out of the office building, my chest tight, pulse loud in my ears. The night air was cold, sharp, biting into my skin as if reminding me to let myself feel pain.“Kaima!”I heard his voice call to me and instantly I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. I turned slightly—just enough to see him standing where his car was parked, his eyes glowing under the dim light. He looked exhausted.“Can we talk?” he asked, stepping closer.I wanted to say yes. I wanted to ask him why he let her touch him l
NathanElizabeth was everywhere.Her scent, her voice—it was just too much. Her fingers traced down my jaw as she kissed me, but all I could think about was the woman seated on the other side of my office—what would she be thinking?Even with Elizabeth in my arms, all I saw was Kaima’s face. The way she had looked at me earlier that day, concerned when she saw me stumble just slightly. Elizabeth was my mate, yet all I wanted to do was push her off.Kaima was living rent-free in my head at this point, and anytime I tried to push her out, she found a way back in.Elizabeth moved her mouth from my neck and back to my lips, deepening the kiss—desperate and claiming, trying to make me respond. But I couldn’t, even if I wanted to—I just couldn't. Not with Kaima across from me.Her hands moved under my shirt, scraping my skin, trying to make me excited, but there was nothing. No heat, no… nothing. Just emptiness.She is your mate. I told myself over and over again, but it didn’t change anythi
Elizabeth The phone buzzed on my dressing table loud enough to distract the quiet of my room. I didn’t need to check to know who always called by this hour.I sighed and answered, “Mother.”“Elizabeth,” her voice snapped through the phone. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to reach you? Are you intentionally ignoring my calls?”I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “I’d never do such a thing, Mother. I’ve just been busy.”“Busy?” she hissed. “You sound ridiculous. Tell me, has he marked you yet?” she asked, desperation dripping from her voice.My stomach twisted. I stared at myself in the mirror, my hair perfectly curled, my lips painted red. My hands moved to where he’d mark me.“No,” I said softly, lying through my teeth.“What the hell do you mean by, no?” There was a long, dangerous pause, then her voice rose again. “You already have him exactly where you want him. Just give the damn command. Why the hell are you wasting time, Elizabeth? You know how important it
ElizabethThe morning sunlight came in through the window. The Parkhouse was quite peaceful. I let out a breath of ease, my life felt perfect, blissful.I was Luna, the mate to Nathan. I still couldn't believe it happened; it still somehow felt like a dream.Everything here belonged to me—servants, cars, money even as small as the tile on the floor, it was all mine.Everything was finally how it was supposed to be.“Maria,” I said, my voice snapping through the quiet room.The maid, young, timid, probably no older than twenty froze halfway across the room. She clutched the tray in her hands so tightly I could hear the faint clink of the teacup shaking against the saucer.“I told you to warm the tea, not boil it,” I hissed elegantly, rising from the couch. “Or is basic command far too complicated for you to understand?”“I—I’m sorry, ma’am,” she stammered, lowering her gaze. “I’ll fix it right away.”“Ma’am?” I asked, walking towards her, my heels clicking on the floor. “You don't call
NicholaiThe room was dark, and the only light that came in was from the city lights shining through the window, the smell of sweat filling the air. Every single time my knuckles landed on the punching bag, I saw her face, her eyes were worse; she was terrified, right before I lost control.The sound of the bag snapping against the chains filled the room.Again.Again.Until I stopped feeling my hands.“Damn it!” I roared, slamming my hands into the wall next to the punching bag. The wall cracked immediately. I didn’t care as the pain shot through my body. I deserved it.“Nicholai.”Her voice froze me.I didn’t turn. I couldn’t.“You’ve been down here for hours.”“You shouldn’t be here,” I managed to say in a tough voice.“Nicholai, you’re hurting yourself.”“Better me than you,” I said harshly, finally looking at my reflection in the shattered mirror. My eyes looked darker, hair a complete mess. “You shouldn’t have come. Just go... please. I don’t want to hurt you.”“I do not care,”







