His heavy breathing filled the kitchen as his eyes bore into mine. Fear crept into my bones, a chill running down my spine. Suddenly, he stormed out of the kitchen, leaving me and Stella in a state of shock."Don't worry, ma'am. I'll take care of it," Stella said, her voice shaking slightly. I nodded, my mouth agape as she swept away the spilled salt and retrieved a new container."Do you know who he is?" Stella asked, her brow furrowed in confusion."I have no idea," I replied, my voice trembling with fear. "Why was he so angry with me? Did he have a nightmare?"Stella sighed, her eyes darting around the room. "It's possible," she said. "But it could also be Alpha Brendon's doing. I was scared, to be honest."Her words sent a shiver down my spine. "You're right. Maybe Brendon was involved. Let me go see him," I said, determined to get to the bottom of this.As I made my way to Brendon's room, my mind raced with thoughts of what had just happened. But as I approached his door, a sudde

"Victoria," he said, his voice laced with frustration and anger as he met my gaze, "you're asking me to do the impossible. I can't comply with your request, and if you're not careful, you'll find yourself banned from this company. This is none of your business." His eyes, clouded with rage, darted towards the window as he tightly clutched his coffee mug.I stood my ground, refusing to back down. "I'll stay right here until you call security," I replied, determined to get the truth out of him. "If you want me to trust you, then you need to tell me what you're hiding. It's becoming more and more interesting that it has something to do with Mike. There's obviously some connection, and you seem to be unaware that I don't like to see you like this."But before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me. He threw his coffee cup to the floor with a loud crash, and stormed towards me, grabbing my arms with a vice-like grip. I struggled to break free, but his hold was too strong. Then, in a

VICTORIA'S POV.The possibility that Josephine, my sister, was somehow involved with that evil man was too unsettling to ignore. It's as if my mind was restless, unable to keep still under the weight of my thoughts.Instead of wasting time, I decided to dedicate myself to verifying the financial statements of the company. I began meticulously comparing the transactions to the physical documents in front of me, eager to ensure everything was in order.Cracking my ankles, I began to pace restlessly around the office, my concentration fading by the minute. Realizing this, I stood up and strode outside, heading to the nearest restaurant. As I left the company, I scanned the entire area anxiously for any insight into Brendon and his whereabouts, but they seemed to be nowhere in sight.The stares I received from all the staff were unnerving like they have seen a ghost. Was there something wrong with how I looked, oh, the dead daughter is back, Alpha Ralph's daughter. But wait... Did I resem

"This can't be happening. Am I dreaming?" I muttered under my breath, trying to make sense of what was unfolding before me.Out of nowhere, my sister Josephine threw a handful of sand at my face and took off running into the nearby woods. The shock of the attack left me weak and I stumbled, falling to the ground as I tried to clear the sand from my eyes."Josephine?" I screamed as I let out a cry of despair. This wasn't the life I wanted for her. How had she become an assassin? She was supposed to be in Germany with her abusive husband, and I had promised to save her before I was forced to flee to New York. Why was life so unfair to us?As I watched Josephine's swift movements, I couldn't help but notice how she moved with the precision of a trained killer. Who had turned her into this? What was their endgame? I shuddered at the thought.Suddenly, I remembered a conversation I had with Ralph, and a sense of dread washed over me. He had known Josephine's true purpose all along and had

I rushed to her place and threw a punch at the man, he tried to punch me back but I used my wolf powers to fling him to the floor. He groaned in pain as I breathed heavily and grabbed her hands, leading her quickly to the car. She sat down, already scared. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded silently. I opened the door and she climbed in. I wanted to ask her who the man was but I held back, knowing it might remind her of her past. Her tears told me there was no need to disturb her further with questions. I started the car and drove back to the apartment, sighing as I climbed out. I opened her door and helped her step out, then led her inside. Once we were safely in the apartment, I spoke gently.As she reached for the groceries bag, I instinctively held on tight. "No, it's fine sir," she insisted. But I couldn't let her carry the heavy load alone. Without a word, I took the bag and walked her to her doorstep. Opening the door for her, I followed her inside and headed straight to