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Caelian leaned in slightly, always eager when he had a plan brewing. “I was thinking… face-to-face. Butter him up. Remind him who we are, what we offer. Make him feel like royalty.” “And how exactly do you suggest we do that?” I asked flatly. He smirked, looking smug for some reason. “I am inaugurating my new club next week. Big flashy thing. I say we invite him. Give him the works. VIP treatment. I’ll have the private suites ready—strippers, hookers, hookahs, anything he wants.”

“Is that for me?” I guess someone must’ve sent letters to me now. I have postponed every job to the point that I wasn’t able to attend to any concerns of my people. “Yes.” She handed it over, her voice ragged alongside with her breathing. I didn’t even wait to open the letter on my table. “To my dearest Luna, I am writing this letter to formally let you know that I will be withdrawing from your set of ladies-in-waiting. I have been appointed to care for the Lady Nova and could not resist the benefit the alpha gave me. I am now awaiting further announcement.

Blue Moon Pack Territory Adrian stared at his computer screen, reading the press release for the third time: ROYAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Crown Princess Leila's formal introduction ceremony will be held three weeks from today, broadcast live to the kingdom. The newly discovered princess will take her oath and address her people for the first time. Three weeks. He'd see her on television. See how she was doing. See if she looked happy or just as broken as he felt. See if Harry would be standing beside her. His phone rang. Alex. "Did you see the announcement?" his beta asked.

Sven said as I gave him my attention. “Yeah, I honestly thought it was the end.” I said as I smiled in relief. “Congratulations Campbell. You better brace yourself for the rest of the year, Azrael’s got a lot of writer’s event to host for the fans; a way to boost the sells and earn me a promotion.” Reina said with a straight face as I laughed. “Of course.” I replied before Reina checked the time. “There’s a dinner happening tomorrow night. It’s to thank everyone and business partners who placed effort with the stalker situation, just a friendly reminder. You can bring a maximum of two guests.” Reina informed us.

“And now, I get the privilege of working with the wife of New York’s top mogul.” “Shall we?” He motioned toward a glass-walled conference room and gestured to the chairs. Inside, Jonathan slid a folder across the table. “We’re launching a new campaign,” Jonathan explained, “and I couldn’t think of a better first face than yours, Mia.” Zac leaned forward slightly, glancing at the numbers. “So payments are made upfront?” “Yes. And it comes with other incentives,” Jonathan said, leaning back. “We only need her for two shoots a week. Then, the main event.”

He leans down to kiss the top of my head before sitting beside me, his arm stretching behind my shoulders. “Perfect evening,” he says. I glance at him and smile. “The best.” “Retreat is fully booked for the next three months,” he adds. “People are really responding to it.” I rest my head against his shoulder. “It’s more than a retreat. It’s a rebirth. For them. For us.” He reaches out and gently brushes Seraphina’s cheek with his thumb. “She’s going to grow up surrounded by so much love.” “And truth,” I add quietly. “She’ll know where she came from. The good and the bad.”

He walked into his study with the phone in hand, opened his laptop, and quickly navigated to the chaos on Naomi’s social media. Heh. He’d overestimated Kael. Resorting to such underhanded tactics? “We’re flying back tomorrow night. Schedule a press conference for the day after at noon. Start building buzz about it now. And post it on the official social media of Knox Group. I want everyone to know Naomi is my wife. Got it?” Paulina paused, then responded quickly, “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.” “Good. If anything comes up, or you need any special permissions while I’m away, go straight to Jay. Don’t disturb my wife.”

How do you rebuild a woman’s reputation when you helped burn it down? My phone rings. It’s him. My PA. I sigh. “What?” “Sir! You remember what tomorrow is, right?” “What are you talking about?” “The quarterly PA family breakfast. You approved it, like, months ago. Everyone’s showing up. Board members. Shareholders. Your mom's cousin. It's in the calendar, right after the funeral weekend slot. You even requested catered pancakes. Don’t tell me you forgot—” “Shut up.” He laughs. “So, do I activate the list? Send out directives?”

"What’s the plan for tonight? The press conference?" Ethan took a slow sip of water. "Cancelled." I blinked. "Cancelled? Why? The sponsors were—" "The sponsors will wait," he interrupted, his voice like silk over a blade. "There’s been a change in the narrative strategy. We need more time to prep the 'physical therapy' angle. The press can wait until the O2 rehearsals are further along. We have a few days of grace." He set the glass down on the marble counter. "I have a few calls to make. Try to get some sleep, Anya. You look... distracted."

She was convinced her omega pheromones were finally working. He had just severed his mating with Trista; he was vulnerable, lonely, and looking for a place to land. She wasn't going to waste this window. She wanted everyone to witness their reunion. She wanted to slap the Ironthorn label on herself in front of every pack in L.A., ending any other she-wolf's fantasy of taking the Luna throne. She pulled out her phone and called Madison. "Madison, Cassian and I are getting back together tonight. Find a big ballroom, get it decorated, and invite everyone."