LILA Blaise's private chamber differed from the one he usually takes me to. This one was more spacious, bathed in a soft, dim light, exuding an air of cosy intimacy. The warriors escorting me to our so-called matrimonial room treated me with unexpected tenderness, a marked change from the years of torment I endured before being declared Luna of this pack. How could I become Luna to a pack that had inflicted nothing but pain upon me for two long years, stripping away everything I held dear? Tears welled up as the warriors gently guided me into the room, only to exit swiftly, locking the door behind them. The bedroom resembled a regal chamber from the Victorian era. Indigo walls were adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, while a magnificent chandelier, studded with sapphires and diamonds, hung gracefully from the ceiling. Velvet drapes in rich hues of burgundy and emerald cascaded from tall, arched windows. At its centre stood a grand four-poster bed, and to one side of the room,

LILA Blaise didn't share the room with me on our first night. As I lay in bed, my thoughts revolved around the kiss we had shared earlier in the day. While part of me yearned for his presence, another part remained adamant. I tossed and turned in the luxurious bed, wrestling with my curiosity about his absence. So much for presenting a united front, I had thought. Eventually, exhaustion claimed me, pulling me into a dream where Blaise and I were lost in another kiss. Morning arrived with a gentle rattle at my door. It was bright and sunny, even with the heavy drapes still drawn. Surely, it wasn't Blaise. He has a tendency to forgo knocking on his own door, I called for the person to enter. Cassie and another girl stepped inside. Cassie carried my toiletries, while the other girl brought a clothing rack. Both bowed, and the other girl moved to part the heavy velvet curtains, letting in even more sunlight. "We will prepare you for breakfast now, Luna," the girl with the

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Drax lay naked on the king-size bed. The aromatic layers of hashish smoke were suspended in the still air and a bottle of vodka, and three glasses sat on the bedside table. Three women lay naked with him. He moaned and whipped his head back as his whores did their work. One of the women, an auburn-haired girl, revolved her breast around his moaning, moving face, one was sucking on his nipple, while the other one kneaded his erection. Drax was experiencing sexual ecstasy when the telephone jarred loudly, interrupting them. The auburn-haired reached out to retrieve the phone. Quickly, he brought it to his ear, a hint of irritation tainting his otherwise serene expression. "What is it?" he croaked; his patience tested by the unexpected intrusion. After a brief pause, he sat up with a sudden jolt, causing the young woman sprawled across his lap to tumble away. "Bring it to me," he ordered. A scant few minutes later, he stood naked before a mirror, an envelope f

BLAISE I rose from my chair and stretched my arms, offering my knotted muscles a delicious break. Work had become more demanding, but at least this time, I didn't have anyone badgering me about setting work as my top priority over family. That had always been the issue between Aurora and me. I reached for my phone to check my messages. It perpetually stayed on "Do Not Disturb" when I was working. I didn't rely on it for communication anyway; I could telepathically connect with anyone from our pack to get things done. Unlocking the phone, I was greeted by a barrage of messages from Lila. I clicked on the notification and “Fuck you” in bold letters stared back at me. A small laugh escaped my lips as I stared at her evidently frustrated texts. "She's truly something," I muttered, massaging a throbbing spot on my neck, and adjusting it to alleviate the discomfort. I had resolved to sleep in my bedroom tonight, regardless of Lila's presence. I only need to put a cork on

BLAISE I slammed the file shut, frustration building within me like a storm about to break. I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes in an attempt to calm the turmoil inside. However, images of Lila slipping into Ace's car haunted me. A bitter taste coiled at the back of my tongue. Ace was fully aware she was my wife, wasn’t he? It seemed like it was high time for a proper introduction. With a deep, resigned sigh, I reopened the file. "Whatever, I don't care," I muttered under my breath, lying to the uncaring silence of the room, my eyes fixated on the printout before me as though it could offer some distraction, but the words blurred. "Well, maybe I do care. She shouldn't be getting entangled with my own flesh and blood." Outside, the sky grumbled as if in agreement. I rose from my chair, walking over to the window behind me. Dark clouds were gathering ominously, and a storm loomed on the horizon, promising rain—rain that Lila feared. I shook my head. I don’t care.