Lahat ng Kabanata ng BRIDE OF WRATH : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The words sounded like he'd spoken them through gritted teeth. I looked back to see him moving through the crowd, his people scrambling out of his way.Zephyr's green eyes, now cold and flinty, were locked on the man, whose expression had taken on one of utter dread. "A-Alpha Wrath, I-I had no idea you…" His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed when Zephyr stood before him. Huge and intimidating. "You dare disrespect your Luna?" He hissed through his teeth."S-she bumped into me. I was merely…" Zephyr's hand suddenly shot out, grabbing him by the jaw and squeezing. I flinched at the harshness of the action. Then, suddenly, Zephyr lifted him and flung him. The man's body flew backward, crashing into the dessert table. Trays, bowls, and glasses of dessert flew into the air, and a spray of both punch, wine, and water spilled across him as the table collapsed under the impact. The crowd gasped, shifting back in shock.Before he could even rise to his knees, Zephyr was already movi

I liked the mansion best when it was full of voices. For the past few days, Zephyr's relatives had made themselves at home, and oddly, I hadn't minded.There was something comforting about how loud and blunt they were. Unapologetically themselves. It made me feel less like a guest—the way I had during my ceremony, and more like I truly belonged. Zeb and Trina had been the first to arrive at the mansion. They didn't bring their children, all grown now and off living their own lives, but Trina more than made up for the absence with her loud laugh and habit of mothering everyone in sight.Zephyr had told me Zeb was the second oldest of his uncles, standing at a hundred and fifty years, with his wife standing at a hundred and forty-five. They didn't look their age one bit. Stefan and Susan came next, along with their three children. Two were already adults… only God knows how old they really were, though I was fairly certain they were older than I. Then there was the youngest, Joshua,

For the first time, I had been sent to represent Zephyr at a pack meeting. An emergency at work had come up, so I was attending in his place, accompanied by my usual escorts.He had briefed me thoroughly the night before, going over the latest updates and what was expected. I absorbed everything quickly, because I refused to disappoint him. The meeting was to be held in one of the buildings on the estate, and when the grand doors opened, all eyes turned to me. Surprised. Flabbergasted.I walked down the center aisle calmly, ignoring the shocked glances and low whispers that followed as Troy and Garrett led me to the chair Zephyr usually occupied at the head of the hall. It sat on a slightly elevated pavement.Pack members were already seated, about fifty in total. Men, women and elders. All murmuring. I held Zephyr's leather-bound notebook in one hand. It was a slim book filled with notes in his handwriting, in case I needed a reference. My silver circlet sat on my head, representi

Helen stood up, enraged, her voice rising. "You're making a huge mistake! I am Wrath Properties. I've been the face of this company since before your little pet project even existed." She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me. "Good luck pulling off this shoot without me. You won't find a replacement in time. Certainly not one that looks like me!"She grabbed her bag and stormed off. The studio was dead silent for a long moment before Freda sighed again, deeply. "Honestly, I've wanted to fire her for a year.""But now we have a problem," someone from the crew said, looking alarmed. "We need a new model. Someone big. There's no one scheduled to step in last-minute," the girl sounded panicked. "I'll do it," I said without thinking.Freda turned to me slowly, brows raised. "You?"I nodded. "I know the looks. I know the concept. I styled them. There's no time, Freda. Before we get someone in, do wardrobe, makeup…" Freda was still staring, her eyes now running over me, my outfit, m

ZEPHYRI yawned, glancing at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for the office break period, like a fucking kindergarten.I wasn't hungry, I just wanted to see my wife. Aside from Lyla, board meetings were going to be the death of me.Mendez was still droning on about whatever it was. I nodded along, pretending to listen while my mind wandered back to Lyla, who was just a floor below me.Then, my attention was arrested when the projector at the front of the room changed to a new slide. Lyla's photo appeared, blown up larger than life, staring me in the face and sucking all the attention in the entire room.She was sitting confidently in one of our new luxurious condos, her expression a perfect combination of sultry and businesslike. It was the shoot she'd been stressing over for weeks, the one where she fired Helen, that useless brand ambassador who thought showing up late, half-dressed, and speaking rudely to others was professional.The photos were out, and th