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

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

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

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

Eve's POV:When I woke up, my whole body ached, my head throbbed, and I felt nauseous. The pungent smell of wolfbane still lingered in the air. I cautiously opened my eyes, and to my relief, I saw Ryan sitting next to my bed, watching over me.The moment he noticed I was awake, he jumped up and hovered anxiously over me. "How are you feeling, love? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asked frantically.I mustered a weak smile, despite the pain. "You'll have to choose a question, Ryan," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.He sighed in relief at my attempt at humor. "I was going to have a heart attack," he admitted, settling back down by the bed. "The moment I knew..."Curious, I asked, "How did you know what was going on?""I sensed something was wrong, and I followed my instincts. I'm glad I did," he said, concern evident in his eyes as he helped me sit up on the bed.His touch was gentle, and I felt comforted by his presence. However, I pulled away, trying to keep my emotions