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VivienneHis scent hit me like a crashing wave—earthy, electric, infuriatingly familiar. My spine went stiff before I even heard the low growl vibrating behind me.Of course he’d show up now.Slowly, I turned—my smile already in place like war paint. Darius stood in the doorway like a goddamn storm wearing skin, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking. Those eyes—cold, unreadable—were locked on Azaic’s hands, which were still very much on my waist.“Alpha,” I greeted him with a calm sweetness that masked every bit of venom coiled in my chest. “What a surprise. Didn’t realize you were checking in on the patients now.”Darius didn’t speak. His silence? Loud.I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step back. If anything, I leaned just a little closer to Azaic, tilting my head like I was thinking of misbehaving.“We were just talking,” I added with a shrug, like I didn’t feel the temperature in the room drop by ten degrees. “Turns out your little lapdog here might have some… interesti

VivienneI could barely catch my breath.He stood, lips still wet from what he just did to me, and his eyes—those dangerous, devastating eyes—locked with mine like he was about to destroy me in the best way possible.Without a word, he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me like I weighed nothing, slamming my back gently but firmly against the cold wall. I gasped, my head falling back as his mouth found that sweet spot right below my ear.“Darius—shit—”“You keep saying my name like that,” he growled, breath hot, “and I swear I’m going to ruin you all over again.”My legs wrapped around him instinctively. His hands roamed—possessive, hungry—like he was reclaiming what he’d lost. His fingers dug into my hips, dragging me against his body in a rhythm that made me dizzy.“You remember this?” he murmured into my skin. “This spot right here—” his fingers pressed just right, making me whimper out loud— “you used to beg me for more. And I gave it to you. Again. And again.”My nails scra

DariusAnd of course she would say something like that.Like it’s nothing. Like the words don’t mean a thing.Like they’re just air leaving her lips, not bullets aimed straight through me.She had just looked over her shoulder with that same tired, distant look she always gives me now.“No need to explain, Darius. It’s… whatever.”Whatever.Like it’s not everything. Like she didn’t just gut me open in the middle of a corridor with two syllables.She walked away after that.Just like she did five years ago.Only this time, she left behind her scent, her softness, her son.And it sucks.Gods, it fucking sucks.Because I love the fact that I get to feel her again. To breathe her in. To stand inches away from her and pretend—for a split second—that she’s still mine.That she’s only ever been mine.That five years didn’t rip us apart. That we aren’t different people now, pretending we don’t see the ghosts in each other’s eyes.She was brushing past me earlier in the hall, her hand accident

VivienneIt’s been a whole day of silence.I’ve barely spoken a word—but I’ve been watching my son.His little laugh. The way he looks up at me like I’m his entire world.And now, I’m standing here, right beside Daisy.Smiling like nothing’s wrong.“You’re indeed a good warrior, Vivienne,” she says, ever so politely. “It would be nice if you made a collaboration with Zara, don’t you think? Since our pack is still allied with the Moonshadow—”“I already told you,” I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended, “I can’t.”Daisy blinks.Just once.“Because Ace is his?”Her words landed like a slap—clean, cold, and unforgiving.My throat tightened. My fingers gripped the hem of my sleeves, nails digging into fabric just to stay grounded.She said it so casually. So cruelly.I didn’t answer right away.Daisy tilted her head, eyes narrowed, lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I mean, it’s the only reason I could think of why you’d suddenly refuse a simple collaborati

VivienneAs soon as the car rolled to a gentle stop by the stone path lined with sycamore trees, my son flung the door open like it owed him rent.“Ace—” I barely got the word out before he launched himself out with the speed of a sugar-high puppy.“I know, Mum!” he yelled, his voice cracking with joy, arms flailing like he was about to take flight. “I’ll wait for you outside!”I sighed, not out of annoyance, but because sometimes I forgot just how much energy that kid had packed into his tiny bones.Azaic chuckled beside me, the sound deep and unbothered. “That’s your spawn, alright.”“You say it like it’s a threat.”“It is,” he teased, putting the car into park. “You’ve got a lot of fire in you. And now, I’m scared there’s a mini version of that running loose in the woods.”“He’s a sweet kid,” I said, already unbuckling. “Doesn’t bite unless provoked. Unlike someone I know.”He leaned closer, voice lower, like velvet scraped over gravel. “You’ve never even tried to provoke me, Vivie