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Chapter 11 — Aura for Aura

Rebecca’s POVAfter Mr Smith left the table with Elder Magnus, the air around me changed. It thickened, heavy with things unsaid, with eyes that lingered too long and thoughts that felt sharp enough to cut. The seat beside me was suddenly occupied by the woman with red lipstick.We sat in silence.I refused to look at her. Not because I was afraid, but because I knew that if I did, I would not like what I saw, and I was already tired of swallowing emotions I did not understand. The sounds of cutlery and quiet murmurs faded into the background, leaving only the awareness of her presence that would've intimidated me if I allowed it. “So,” she finally said, breaking the silence as though she had grown bored of it. “How long have you known the Alpha?”I turned my head slightly, offering her a polite smile. “Long enough,” I replied.Long enough to know that he was cold, difficult, and far too used to control. Long enough to know that standing close to him made my heart do strange, unreaso

Chapter 12 — I shouldn't care.

Rebecca’s POV"Donald. You're awake." She said as soon as he spoke. I lifted my eyes slowly and saw her rushing to his bedside, her red lips moving faster than her feet, and her hands already hovering as if she owned the space around him."What are you doing here, Seraphina?" He asked. He said her name flatly, stripped of warmth and affection. There was no softness there, just tolerance stretched thin.Oh! So her name was Seraphina. I pressed my lips together. Seraphina was too beautiful a name for someone like her. The name sounded too gentle and almost pure. It did not match the sharpness in her eyes or the poison that seemed to drip from every word she spoke. In my head, she would always be the red lipstick woman. That name fit her better."Donlad," she said again, ignoring his question as she reached for his hand. "You collapsed. You scared everyone. You scared me. What happened to you?"Her fingers slowly brushed his. She did it deliberately, like she was reminding him of somet

Chapter 13—Sly Old Fox

Seraphina’s POVI could have sworn that was the scent of a severed bond lingering in the air. It clung faintly, like smoke after fire had already burned itself out. Pain, denial, rejection. I knew that smell. Any wolf who had loved long enough did. The problem was that I could not tell who had rejected who, and that uncertainty gnawed at me far more than the bond itself. Donald had collapsed. Alphas did not simply collapse.Not from exhaustion. Not from stress. And not when they were in control.Something had gone wrong, and my instincts told me exactly where to look. I walked away from the estate slowly, my posture composed, my chin lifted and every step I took, measured. No one needed to see the irritation clawing at my insides. No one needed to know how deeply this unsettled me. I had played this carefully, for years. I had been patient when others would have demanded. Loyal when others would have schemed openly. I had stood beside him through council meetings, border dispute

Chapter 14 — Between Duty and Her Eyes.

I could not deny it anymore. No matter how hard I tried to rationalize it, and no matter how many rules I placed between myself and the truth, something about her pulled at me in ways I did not understand and did not want to examine too closely.It was not as if she had done anything extra ordinary. She had not tried to impress me, seduce me or demand anything from me. She did not move like a woman trying to claim an Alpha or position herself for power. If anything, she moved like someone constantly bracing herself for impact, as if the world had taught her that safety was temporary and kindness always came with conditions. And yet, every time she was near me, I felt the urge to shield her from the things she did not know existed. I told myself it was the bond. A severed bond did not simply vanish. It lingered and ached and clawed at instincts that had been forged long before reason existed. The Moon's mark did not fade just because one part refused it. It waited. It demanded reso

Chapter 15 —Red Silk and Old Ghosts.

My phone rang, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the dining room.I picked it up without checking the screen. "Yes?""Mr Donald, did you receive the email I sent to you?"I frowned slightly. "What email?"Of course, that voice belonged to Fidson. My deputy managing director. The man who kept the Smith's Corporation running like a well oiled-machine whenever I wasn't physically present. He was efficient, persistent and loyal—at least as far as loyalty went in business. "There's an art exhibition and auction today at the Valencrest Gallery," he said. "One of the biggest private art firms in the city.""Is that new?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. Never heard of it.""Yes, Mr Donald. It's a new firm. Today's the grand opening also."I could hear papers shuffling on the other end of the line, and the faint tapping of keys. Fidson never stopped moving."I sent you the email almost a week ago," he continued. "It said your presence would be greatly appreciated.""And if

Chapter 16— Red Silk and Old Ghosts 2

Rebecca’s POV “Is this another…?” he began, his lips curling into a knowing smile that made my stomach twist. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, the sound rushing in my ears. I knew him. I recognized that voice, that leering look, that shameless confidence that came from knowing he once had power over me. He was one of the men I had been with three nights before Damon brought up the marriage contract, one of the men whose money had passed through Damon’s hands while my dignity was stripped away piece by piece. I hated him deeply, with every fiber of my being. I hated the memories he carried with him simply by existing in the same space as I did. Still, hatred had never been enough to save me before, and I knew better than to believe it would save me now. There was nothing I could do and nothing, I could say. Any careless word from him could turn into a report back to Damon, and that would come with consequences I knew all too well. “You’re ruining my business,” Damon w

Chapter 17 — Red Silk and Old Ghosts 3

Rebecca's POV Before I could fully process what was happening, the man was already on the floor. It happened so fast that my mind struggled to catch up with my eyes. One moment, Damon’s contact was gripping my wrist, and the next, he was sprawled against the polished marble floor, a sharp gasp tearing from his mouth as the sound of impact echoed through the hall. Mr Smith stood over him, his fist still clenched, and his chest rising and falling in a way that told me he was barely holding himself back. My body was pulled suddenly, firmly, and I found myself pressed against his side, his arm wrapped protectively around me. “Are you okay?” he asked urgently, his hands moving over me, checking my arms, my shoulders, my face, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who had just knocked a grown man to the ground. His worry was unmistakable, written clearly across his face, and it stunned me. I nodded quickly. “I’m fine. Are you okay?” I asked without thinking, my voice tremblin

Chapter 18 — Whispers of the Night.

Rebecca’s POVThat night, for the first time since we started staying together, he allowed me to sleep on the same bed with him. Past times, I stayed on the couch. We lay there side by side, fully clothed, the distance between us small but carefully respected. The room was quiet, except for the slow rhythm of his breathing and the faint crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth. I was lying there staring at the ceiling—brain wouldn't shut up, and my body completely worn out in a way sleep couldn't fix.“Goodnight, Rebecca,” he said after a moment, holding his voice even, but there was no harshness in it.“Goodnight, Mr Smith,” I replied.I turned onto my side, facing away from him, and clutched the blanket close. His warmth was solid behind me, quiet and constant, making the darkness feel less overwhelming. For once, I didn't feel entirely alone.Quietly, sleep started to settle over me... and then it came down hard like a wave.---I was running.Breathing hurt like hell, each

Chapter 19 — He Doesn't Need To Know.

Rebecca’s POV “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine,” I nodded. I swallowed hard and dragged the back of my hand across my damp forehead, wiping away the cold sheen of sweat that clung to my skin as if the dream had followed me into waking. He leaned forward slightly and held out a cup. “Here’s some water. Please drink.” “Thank you,” I said, taking it from him. My fingers trembled faintly, and I had to steady the cup with both hands before bringing it to my lips. The water was cool and refreshing, but the moment it touched my mouth, my thoughts slipped away from the room and drifted back into the dream. It had felt too real. Even after waking up, I could still feel the fear. It stayed with me, clinging to my bones and making me wonder if I had truly woken up. The most disturbing part was the man in the dream. I had called him father, but he didn't look like or seem like the father I lost when I was 5 years old. I remembered my real father's face. It stayed put in my m

Chapter 20 — The First Crack In His Throne

Kent Hulks POV"So, Mr. Donald has something he loves and holds dear," I murmured to myself, the words tasting like victory. "Wonderful. I've never seen him so pissed off, and one would think a man like him is utterly untouchable. Just one touch on his wife, and his entire facade cracks."My thoughts were interrupted by the soft knock on the door of my study. One of my guards, a burly man named Victor with a scar running down his cheek, stepped inside. He stood at attention, a testament to the discipline I demanded from my men. "Sir," he began respectfully, "the man you asked us to remove from the art gallery earlier today is now secured in the outhouse. We took the liberty of handling it discreetly."I raised an eyebrow, setting my glass down on the mahogany desk in front of me. "Really? That was quick thinking on your part. I actually thought you discarded him and sent him back to wherever he came from. I appreciate initiative, Victor. You figured correctly—I do want to teach him a

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