LOGIN(Sienna POV) My honeymoon is today and the palace woke up to the sound of screams. Charlotte had an episode in the early morning and became so convinced that she was still a hostage that she destroyed her room and attempted to flee the palace. The guards trying to stop her only furthered her delus
And a cold shower for afterwards in case my wolf gets rowdy again.It fits pretty well, maybe a little tight in the chest but it's not like I'll actually be using it so it doesn't matter. Besides, what guy ever complained about breasts spilling out of a girl's top? I can be a little uncomfortable fo
(Sienna POV) I didn't actually try on the lingerie. I spent the whole day leisuring with Demetria. There's work to be done. I haven't done my rounds in the palace yet, and I can't let myself or the staff get complacent. I make sure to say hello to Margaret while I'm checking in with Sarah in housek
(Sienna POV) Demetria lets her head roll back as she groans. "What a mess." I nod, "No kidding." "I hate how they treat you. It isn't fair." Demetria's fists clench. "No one should be treated that way." "I don't know, I wouldn't mind Landon and Brianna being treated that way." Demetria laughs.
(Sienna POV) "Landon, Brianna," I say with cordial contempt. I'm forcing my voice to stay even though I want nothing more then to tell them to fuck off. "How are you?" "Wonderful, just wonderful," Brianna's so loud, it's like she doesn't care that we're in public. "Our pack's design for the Royal
(Sienna POV) My wolf is much more excited about the lingerie store than I am. Story of my life, these days. She's practically frothing at the mouth, "Should I check you for rabies?" I tease her. She doesn't give me a response. Just more images of how much fun it would be to wear any of this in fr
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the elevator. The air outside my office felt too still, too quiet. My assistant’s scent—usually coffee and floral shampoo—was laced with nerves. When I opened the door, I understood why.Landon stood in the middle of my office like he owned it,
“I didn’t accuse her,” I say coolly. “The public did.”“You’re manipulating this,” he snaps. “You’re trying to destroy her reputation.”“She can handle her own reputation,” I say. “I don’t need to lift a finger.”His breath crackles through the speaker, furious and uneven. “This isn’t over.”He hang
The official clarification I release is clean, sharp, and professional. My PR team helps me polish the language until it sounds like someone far steadier than I feel. We post it on every platform we have, attach certification documents, screenshots, statements from suppliers, everything short of car
Arthur looked at me like my rejection had short-circuited something in his brain. For half a second, his mask slipped. Then the pressure in the room shifted as he let his dominance out on purpose, as if he could force me to reconsider through sheer intimidation.The air thinned, but I held my ground







