LOGINAaron’s POVI pulled the car into the long driveway of the pack house and shut off the engine. I checked my luxury watch in the dim light of the dashboard. The timing was absolutely perfect. I had managed to kill the assistant director, trick the harbor security by checking into her cruise ship cabin, and drive all the way back across the city without hitting a single delay. I smoothed down the collar of my shirt, took a deep breath to shake off the lingering scent of rain and blood, and walked inside. I was right on time for dinner.The moment I stepped through the grand front doors, the rich, heavy scent of roasted meat, expensive wine, and sweet spices hit my nose.I walked into the formal dining room and saw that Shantel had gone completely all out. She had prepared a truly luxurious meal. The massive mahogany table was covered in fine silver plates, glowing candles, and a massive spread of high-end food that could easily feed a dozen Alphas.Shantel was sitting at the head of the
Chapter 155Aaron’s POVThe heavy wooden door opened, and Shantel walked back into the suite just as the final click of the call disconnected. I quickly slid the burner phone into my pocket, smoothing down my expression before she could notice the lingering tension on my face.She stopped in her tracks, her sharp eyes instantly scanning the room. She narrowed her gaze, sniffing the air with a slight frown. "The air in here feels a little bit stale, Aaron," she remarked, walking closer to my desk. "Almost heavy. Did someone else come in while I was gone?"A small bolt of discomfort shot through my chest, but I kept my composure perfectly. "It's probably just the aftermath of that long investor meeting," I lied smoothly, leaning back in my chair and gesturing toward the scattered files on the desk. "A dozen stressful Alphas locked in one space tends to leave a foul scent behind. Don't worry about it."Shantel seemed to accept the answer, her expression softening as she stepped around th
Aaron’s POVI stood at the head of the polished glass conference table, watching the top investors gather their tablets and leather folders as they filed out of the room. The meeting had been a massive success. For months, these same men had looked down their noses at me, treating AMS Corps like a sinking ship. But today? Today they were practically bowing at my feet, desperate for a bigger piece of the pie. The vertical spike in our stock value had completely changed the game, and the sweet taste of absolute victory was finally within my reach.As the heavy glass doors clicked shut behind the last investor, Shantel walked into the room from the side entrance. She was holding a thin tablet against her chest, a triumphant, knowing smirk plastered across her face.She walked straight up to me, turning the screen around so I could see the glowing charts. "The final projections just came in from the analytics team, Aaron," she said, her voice full of pride. "Look at this. If we keep goin
Lillian’s POVI didn't even bother buttoning my regular clothes properly before I rushed out of the private fitting room, my heart hammering against my ribs. The sharp, aggressive echo of Alanna’s voice was growing louder by the second, completely shattering the quiet luxury of the high-end boutique.When I burst into the main lobby, the scene was entirely chaotic. Alanna was standing in the center of the room, her chest heaving with anger, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She was squaring off against a young woman, a newly hired receptionist for the boutique who was shrinking back behind the front desk, looking pale and completely terrified."Alanna, stop! What on earth is going on out here?" I called out, rushing over to step between them and put a halt to the scene before any human staff members could get hurt.Alanna turned her flashing eyes to me, her breathing ragged. It was clear she was operating on pure, raw nerve after everything that had happened with Aiden. "She wo
Lillian’s POVI stood by the passenger side of the car, waiting for Alanna to slide into the front seat. I had explicitly asked her to come along with me to the designer’s boutique today, and it wasn't just because I wanted company for my fitting. Part of me was deeply hurt and incredibly frustrated. I couldn't understand why Alanna was being so stubbornly guarded, refusing to tell me a single thing about Aiden’s past. It drove me crazy that she had shut down completely, ending up in a flood of tears the moment I tried to insist on the truth in the hallway last night. She was my closest friend, yet suddenly, a wall of secrets had dropped between us.As I pulled the car out of the driveway and onto the main road, the heavy silence inside the vehicle became completely suffocating. The ride to the stylist’s boutique was… awkward. It was an agonizing, painful kind of quiet. In all the years we had known each other, this was the very first time we both felt too awkward and tense to eve
Dorian’s POVI chose not to push her on the matter. I could see the emotional exhaustion radiating off her shoulders, and the last thing I wanted to do was drag an argument out of her the second I walked through the door. Instead, I let my hand slide down her arm, offering a brief, supportive squeeze."How was your day at the company?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation toward something normal, something grounded.Lillian hesitated, her eyes flickering away for a brief second before she forced her gaze back to mine. She cleared her throat slightly. "It was... fine. Just the usual mountain of paperwork and contracts to sign. Nothing I couldn't handle."Her voice lacked its usual steady confidence, and the hesitation wasn't like her at all. I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing slightly as I looked down at her pale face. "Is anything bothering you, Lillian? You seem completely checked out."She stared up at me for a long, heavy moment. The silence between us stretched until it felt
Lillian’s POVFor a full second neither of us moved. I stood there in the wardrobe with clothes hanging around my shoulders and Miranda stood with her hand still gripping the door she had just flung open, and we stared at each other in a silence that felt like the moment before something breaks.Th
Lillian’s POVThe pages were not long but every word on them hit me like cold water thrown directly into my face.Elder Carter’s handwriting was neat and deliberate across the top of the first page, the instructions were written without a name anywhere on them, just references to her, take her down
Lillian’s POVAlanna nodded slowly, turning everything over in her mind before she spoke. “I’ll help you. You know I will. But Lillian, I need you to understand what we’re walking into here. The elders are against you. Most of the pack house staff have already made up their minds about you. The way
Lillian’s POVThe door to my room swung open before anyone had even moved to leave, and Miranda walked in looking like she had just stumbled upon the scene by complete accident. Her eyes went wide, her hand flew to her mouth, and then she did exactly what I knew she was going to do.“Oh my god,” sh







