LOGIN. "Don't Touch Me"He was expecting me.I could tell the moment I pushed the office door open — the way he was sitting, chair angled slightly toward the door, no surprise on his face, no adjustment. Just that wall. That absolute unreadable wall looking back at me like he'd set a clock and I'd arrived exactly on time.I closed the door behind me.Crossed the room.Put both hands flat on his desk and leaned in until there was nothing between his face and mine but air and everything neither of us had said yet."You killed it."Not a question. Not an accusation that needed his confirmation. A fact I was placing between us like evidence on a table.He looked at me.Said nothing.That face — still, controlled, giving me absolutely zero — which was its own answer. Had always been its own answer. Daemon didn't deny things that were true. He simply didn't confirm them either, and lived in the space between like it was a country he owned."What makes you think I'm the one?"His voice came out
CHAPTER SIX — "Powerful Enemies or obsession Isa moved first.She stepped between us like she owned the air in the room — one hand coming up flat against Daemon's chest, fingers spreading, a gesture that was half affection and half territorial marking. Her eyes stayed on his face."Let it be, baby." Light. Easy. Like she was talking about the weather. "Ira's just not in a good mood this morning."Something moved through Daemon's jaw.He didn't look at her.He was still looking at me.I picked up my files from the counter. Stacked them. Tucked them under my arm. Every movement deliberate and unhurried because I would not let either of them see me rush. I would not give this kitchen — this moment, these hickeys, this ice pack I hadn't let him put on my hand — a single thing it didn't already have."Have a good morning," I said.To neither of them specifically.To the room.And walked out.The car was cold.I sat in it with both hands on the wheel and the engine off and focused on breat
CHAPTER FIVE — "Scalded"They were taking too long.I stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up and the hallway was quiet and the door was closed and I told myself it was nothing — they were sleeping, it was early, people slept — and then I went up anyway because there were things that needed handling and the day didn't wait because someone decided to sleep in.I knocked once.Nothing.I pushed the door open two inches and got the answer to a question I hadn't let myself ask.The bed. Both of them. Sheets tangled beyond recovery, Isa's arm locked across his chest like even unconscious she was making a point, her hair spread everywhere, her face pressed into his throat. Daemon on his back. Eyes closed. Jaw loose in the only unguarded version of his face I'd ever seen and hadn't been meant to see.I pulled the door closed.Quietly. Carefully. Like I was the one who'd done something wrong.The kitchen was cold.I filled the kettle and set it on and stood at the counter and looked a
CHAPTER FOUR — "Under"The scent was everywhere.In the walls. In my lungs. In the space behind my eyes where rational thought used to live. I gripped the doorframe and felt the wood under my fingers and focused on that — the grain, the edge, the physical reality of it — because everything else had gone unreliable.My body was on fire.Not want. Not attraction. Something older and chemical and completely indifferent to what I thought or decided — a heat that started in my chest and moved outward through my blood like something had been poured into me and was now burning its way through every vein I owned.I was sweating through my shirt.Isa stood across the room watching me with those eyes — reading me the way she always read me, cataloguing, calculating — and then slowly, holding my gaze, she reached back and unclasped the lingerie.Let it fall.Lay back on the bed. Flat. Deliberate. Her legs spreading in an invitation that wasn't really an invitation — it was a statement. A claim.
CHAPTER THREE — "Wrong Name"He came home and the room was perfect.I'd made sure of it.Two hours. Every detail. The petals spread across white sheets, the lamp turned low, the perfume I knew he'd smell the moment he stepped through the door. The red lingerie that cost more than most people's rent, cut exactly the way it needed to be cut.I was ready.I was always ready.That was the problem nobody talked about — how exhausting it was to be always ready. To maintain the performance every single day inside your own marriage. To wake up and calculate and arrange and present and then lie next to a man who slept with his back to you like you were furniture.Five years.He pushed the bedroom door open and stopped.Looked at me.His face did nothing.That face. I had memorized every line of it, every tell, every micro-expression that most people missed — and I was watching for something. Anything. A flicker. A shift behind the eyes.Nothing."Isa." Flat. My name in his mouth like a fact he
.CHAPTER — "The Longest Walk"Derek found his spoon.Sat back up. Settled his napkin across his lap. And looked directly at my face.I smiled.God help me, I smiled — wine glass raised, shoulders loose, eyes steady — while Daemon's fingers were still buried inside me and my heartbeat was doing something violent and irregular that I was absolutely certain Derek could somehow hear."You sure you're alright?" Derek asked. "You looked pale for a second.""I'm fine." My voice came out clean. Calm. A complete lie delivered with perfect posture. "Just a headache creeping in. You know how the wine gets to me."Derek nodded. Concerned. Genuine.Don't look at him like that. Don't you dare feel that.Daemon still hadn't moved. His hand — still inside me, still full, fingers curved in a way that made my walls pulse around him every time my heart beat — was simply waiting. Patient. Unhurried. Like he had decided this was exactly where his hand belonged and he saw no reason to rush.I picked up my
Chapter NineIrabella's POVNobody moved for three full seconds after my mother's invitation landed.Then Daemon stepped into the living room and the whole atmosphere shifted the way it always did when he walked into a space. Like the room rearranged itself around him without being asked.He sat.M
Chapter SixIsabella sat at her vanity.The mirror showed a woman who had everything. A powerful husband. A pack that worshipped her. A life built exactly the way she wanted it.She should be satisfied.She wasn't.Her phone was in her hand. She'd been gripping it for twenty minutes. Her knuckles w
Sleep was a joke I'd been staring at the ceiling for three hours, counting cracks in the plaster like they meant something. Like if I found the right pattern, my brain would finally shut up.It wouldn't.My wolf had been restless since dinner. Since I'd made the decision not to go
Isabella's POVI came down for water.That's all. Just water.The house was dark and quiet and mine. No staff hovering. No pack members watching my face for cues. No performance required. Just me and the silence at two in the morning, moving through my own home in bare feet.Except it wasn't my hom







