I Will Be Reinstituting Prima Nocta Novels & Stories

Elena had never understood people who found healing in simplicity—until now. No board meetings. No scandal. No cameras. Just the tide, rising and falling. Killian leaned back in his chair, watching her. “Reid called this morning.” Elena raised a brow. “That’s not supposed to happen until next week. Is something wrong?” He shook his head. “No. Just an update. The Initiative is running smoothly. You’re officially no longer the face of it, by the way. Your request went through.” Elena smiled faintly. “Good. It’s time someone else took that seat.”

But now, it had become a pack tradition. The Lunar Primrose is a party held on April 30th and the morning of May 1st. It is the event welcoming May—The Prime Shift. A period to honor mothers or assist women in conceiving. During this month, any couple registered to focus on pregnancy receives community support—more time off and free medical services. After this period, Mystic Vale would be full of pregnant women. Next year, babies would be born, and in a few years, the post-civil-war generation would be happily running around the werewolf-exclusive school Leo was building.

But what did that mean now? Last night had changed something. He wanted her. Not just in body, but in the kind of way that made him want to pull her into every room he walked into and keep her there. But was it too soon? Was it unfair to want more from someone who hadn’t even finished mourning? He’d give her the time. He owed her that much. He looked at the agenda. Two more points left. Supply chain risk. Annual gala preparations. “Move the gala out of Q4,” he said. “Let PR coordinate with Health & Safety. Shift the narrative. Focus on community impact, scholarships. Use Nevada as the example.”

She may have lost everything in her marriage and with her son, but in her career, she had two people who were truly willing to stand with her. Life hadn’t been entirely unfair. “No need to worry,” she said gently. “The reason there haven’t been any new online orders is because I paused incoming requests on purpose.” Jodi and Olivia looked surprised. “Why?” Nora pulled out a sleek black invitation with gold accents—the official invite to Horizon Corp’s VIP gala. It was part of the private compensation package she had negotiated with them. “I’m meeting a major offline client tomorrow night. From now on, I want to shift focus toward high-end offline work.”

I didn't bother sitting as I planned on making this as short as possible. “As you all know, I have never once censored whatever you chose to write because I also believe in the freedom of the press but I would like to make one thing clear. My mate, your Luna Prime is off limits. Anyone who writes anything that puts her in a negative light will incur my wrath. You will all retract your statements and offer her a public apology in all your papers. Do I make myself clear?” “Y ...yes Prime.” They stuttered. “Good, that will be all.”

“Go on.” James straightened, all traces of casual humor gone now. “Mrs. Carter has booked Imperial Hall.” Reid’s eyes flickered. Just once. But James caught it. “Imperial Hall?” Reid repeated slowly. “That place has a six-month waiting list.” “Not when your last name is Carter,” James muttered. “She booked the entire venue. Top floor. Crystal ballroom. Private security. Media clearance.” Reid scoffed quietly. “Media?” James nodded grimly. “Every major outlet. Business press. Lifestyle magazines. Socialites. Paparazzi. She’s inviting people who don’t even know Natalie personally.”

She hurried inside, staring at her phone like she had just won a lottery. She moved past Aiden and Lucian and came to me. “Nadia, the Alpha Prince’s back in town and every teenager in the pack’s losing it. He’s throwing a Moon Rave tonight. No elders, no rules!” she gritted her teeth, jumping in excitement. My facial expression didn't change, "Sounds great!” My voice was low. "Yeah, and it's starting by 11pm. I'll be your fashion and makeup artist so that when you walk in everyone will be so stunned they won't be able to take their eyes off you."

He picked it up, looking at it with a mixture of amusement and malice. "A recording of a ghost. Do you really think this holds power over me?" "It holds power over the truth! If the board hears that—" "The board won't hear anything because the board is being dissolved tomorrow morning," Adrian interrupted, his face inches from hers. "I'm taking the company private. No more shareholders. No more 'Pratama' name if I don't want it. I am renaming the world, Dinara. And you are going to be the silent witness to my creation."

She picks up on the second ring, already in that brisk PR voice. “Please tell me you’re not about to cancel my night off or about to do something insane.” “Define insane,” I say. “That tone means yes. What is it this time?” “I need a press statement ready for release tomorrow night,” I tell her. “Time it for exactly twenty minutes after the gala starts.” ““Okay… that doesn’t sound like a ‘cancel my night off’ kind of call. What’s the statement?” “Forced arbitration against Cross Pharma. Full announcement.”

"Janet, it's Adrian." A pause. "Adrian Blackwood? Holy shit. Where have you been?" "Long story. I need your help." "Anything. Elena saved my career when she recommended me for this job." Elena smiled despite everything. "What's Kane planning?" I asked. "Tonight? The Rebirth Gala." "What?" "Massive party on the seventieth floor. Five hundred guests. Investors, politicians, tech elite. He's officially rebranding the company as Kane Enterprises." My stomach dropped. "When?"