LOGIN(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
(Sienna POV) I haven't seen Demetria since the wedding. I didn't realize how much I missed her until she hugged me and her scent washed over me. Of course I missed her, she's my best friend. My wolf wags her tail. "Honeymoon?!" Demetria jumped up and down, "Girl I'm so excited for you! I bet that
(Catherine POV) "My- Sorry, our honeymoon?" Sienna gawks for a moment. Clearly I've caught her off guard. I regret that, I had only meant to create peace at the table. I knew since I met Lucien that he can be quick to anger, but it was rarely so unjust. Sienna hasn't done anything to deserve this.
"Disruptive?" Lizzie repeated incredulously. "Charlotte is of noble birth! You're just the leftovers of another Alpha. How are we supposed to trust you? You have no respect for the mates or marks." Arthur, do something!I think the thoughts with such intensity that I almost convince myself he can h
“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
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
The words hit like a physical blow. My chest aches as if someone has reached in and twisted my heart. My wolf whimpers, a sound of pure, helpless grief.“I—” I start, but my throat closes.I force a breath in, tasting champagne and perfume and the faint metallic tang of my own rising pain. I want to
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,







