"I didn't halt any raid for—what the fuck are you even talking about?" My voice rose, with a mix of defensiveness and irritation threading through it. The men all exchanged looks, their smiles lined with a blend of amusement and conspiracy. Soren, pretending to be engrossed in his tablet, didn’t l

I left the safety of the shadows and darted out into the bustling crowds of Stormridge's biggest and most active outdoor market. I walked into the sweltering maze of people and goods; piles of bright red paprika, golden turmeric, and rich saffron were all on display. Right at the entrance, florists

~Malik~ After my men had left the restaurant, I went up to my lush penthouse atop the hotel, and dialled Rhea’s number. The city below buzzed with life, a striking difference from the mind-numbing serenity from the elevated heights of my penthouse. Rhea answered at the third ring and revealed that

She looked down. "I was called a hypocrite by my husband today," she said softly. Her admission touched a chord in me. It was intense that she would share such a personal grievance with someone she thought was a stranger. She might not remember this encounter in the morning, but for now, her drunke

"Thank you," I muttered. He responded with a low hum and a single nod, an acknowledgement as brief as it was formal, then turned on his heel and strode towards the door. However, he paused at the threshold. "When you feel much better, I would like us to discuss some pack matters together." I nodd