Author: Momo Chan

“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.” His deep voice echoed in the dimly lit bedroom, accompanied by heavy breathing.On the bedside table, his phone started to ring, but he ignored it. Cordelia was annoyed at herself for enjoying this, but his deep, powerful thrusts into her body were too pleasurable. Only once a month would they have sex. Tonight, Elijah was particularly passionate, almost pushing her to the brink of passing out. And in the dark, Cordelia could close her eyes so as not to see how coldly he looked at her, despite his desire. She sank into the feeling of him moving inside her, and came to an intense climax, her whole body shaking with pleasure. Elijah came at almost the exact same time, then immediately separated himself from her body and answered the ringing phone. His indifference pierced her heart, as it always did. They’d been married for three years, and ever since their wedding day, rumors of his affairs with other women had never ceased. She pretended not to know about it, even defending him in front of others. But she maintained the image of their “perfect” marriage on her own. “Don’t cry. I’ll be right there.” Elijah’s voice was soft as he spoke on the phone to his mistress. Cordelia had done some sleuthing and knew her name was Ava. Elijah never spoke to Cordelia so sweetly, and her heart ached to hear it. Then he hung up and quickly dressed. “I won’t be staying here tonight,” he said in a flat tone. Cordelia stared at him for a long time. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick head of hair. His muscles were well-defined, matching his chiseled, handsome face. Before they’d married, Elijah was the man that all the socialites in the city fantasized about. Just one look at his charming smile, and they were enchanted. It was a pity that Cordelia figured out he was a jerk only after they were wed. When Elijah reached the bedroom door, she finally spoke, her voice intentionally emotionless. “Elijah… I want a divorce.” Elijah paused, his cold eyes turning back to her. “Didn’t I satisfy you tonight? What else do you want?” “I’m tired of this sham marriage. What’s the point of staying together?” Elijah sneered, “Fine, but you better not change your mind.” “Don’t worry,” Cordelia said with certainty. “I won’t.” With just a shrug at this news, Elijah left. And as soon as he was gone, reality came crashing down on Cordelia. He didn’t even put up a fight! She clutched the quilt tightly as emotions flooded through her, her lips trembling. Her only consolation was that at least she made the right choice: to leave. *** Early the next morning, Elijah returned to their villa, dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion. He sat at the breakfast table, rubbing his temples. “Nora,” he said to their maid. “Get Cordelia. I need her to massage my shoulders.” But to his surprise, Nora replied, “Mr. Hansen, Mrs. Hansen left early this morning. She asked me to give these to you.” Elijah’s eyes widened as Nora handed him a set of house keys and a divorce agreement. “That damn woman!” he cried, suddenly furious. Had Cordelia been serious? Gritting his teeth, Elijah took out his phone and dialed Cordelia’s number. It went straight to voicemail. He tried again, and again. No answer. Furious, Elijah slammed the phone onto the dining table so hard it shattered the screen. He never thought she’d do it. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

Cordelia stood in the sunlight of her dance studio, clutching her phone to her ear.She gazed at the city outside, her eyes filled with determination as she spoke. “Mom, for the past three years, you and Kevin have gotten what you wanted from my marriage to the Hansen family. I’m done!” Janice Deleon’s voice was loud and sharp, even through the phone. “You can’t just divorce Elijah! You two should try harder! Is there something you need to apologize to him for?” “No, stop telling me I need to apologize to him! I haven’t done anything wrong!” She clenched her fists, but it did little to ease the heavy pain in her heart she felt when she thought of her marriage. “Cordelia, why are you being so stubborn?!” her mother berated her. “You need to take my advice! I’m your mother. If you were as sensible as your sister—” Cordelia hung up the phone. She couldn’t stand to listen to her mother drone on about how she could never measure up to her half-sister. Now she saw she had half a dozen missed calls from Elijah. Why is he calling? she thought. Is he unsatisfied with the terms of the divorce agreement? She wasn’t going to cater to whatever his demands were. She was too busy today. Cordelia had always believed that women could live without romantic relationships, but they needed to have their own careers. So years ago she’d started her own dance studio, and it was thriving. Cordelia was giving a tour to a businessman who was interested in a sponsorship opportunity.” Today, she wore a one-shoulder dress, exposing her smooth shoulders and delicate collarbone, a shining diamond necklace adorning her slender neck. The businessman couldn’t take his eyes off her, captivated by her beauty. “Did I come at a bad time?” a voice suddenly called out. Cordelia whipped around. “Elijah? What are you doing here?” He was leaning against the door, faintly smiling as he observed Cordelia and the businessman, who were standing very close to each other, looking at a contract. “Are you busy, darling?” he asked casually. She couldn’t read his expression. “Alright, let’s call it a day. We can finish discussing this tomorrow,” Cordelia said to the businessman, shaking his hand. As soon as the man left, Elijah stormed over to her. “Will you stop this divorce joke already?” He was angry and impatient. She smiled bitterly. “It’s not a joke. I want a divorce.” “It’s not?” He closed the short distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. With each step he took, she could feel her anxiety growing, but she tried to remain composed. Suddenly, he placed his hands on her waist and drew her into him. His voice was low and playful as he asked, “Why won’t you be a good girl for me?” Then he kissed her cheek, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Cordelia’s body stiffened. She asked, “What do you want, Elijah?” He chuckled, lifting her chin with his fingers so their eyes met. Then he said, “Let’s have a baby.”

“That’s crazy,” she said.“Is it?” And then he kissed her. She wanted to pull away, but something about his words had struck something deep inside her. Instead, she felt herself melting into his kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and his heady scent, a subtle blend of tea and bourbon. Elijah’s hands traveled down her body and slid under her skirt, and the memory of their lovemaking the night before made dizzy with sudden desire. But then Elijah’s phone rang, and in an instant Cordelia snapped back to reality. She knew who it was. His mistress. He didn’t want to have a baby with her. He was taunting her! She pushed herself out of his grasp. Impatiently, Elijah answered the phone call. “What? What’s the matter now?” he said into the phone. Standing so close to him, Cordelia could hear Ava’s sobs and whimpers from the other end of the call. “Elijah, it hurts so much,” Ava said. “Why haven’t you come yet?” Elijah glanced at Cordelia, and she took the opportunity to step farther away from him. She straightened her clothes. “I’ll be there soon,” Elijah said softly to Ava. He hung up and looked at Cordelia for a long beat. “We have dinner with my parents tomorrow night,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at six.” Cordelia’s mouth dropped open. “Didn’t you tell them we’re getting a divorce?” “Let’s put that conversation on hold for now.” Elijah suddenly looked worried. It wasn’t an expression she often saw on him. “My father’s been having some heart problems lately, and I don’t want to give him unneeded stress.” She sighed. “Elijah, I’ve already made arrangements for the divorce. I have no obligation to play along with your charade.” “Fifty thousand dollars for one dinner with my parents,” he countered. She paused and thought it over. She didn’t like to compromise her principles. But that was a lot of money. “Okay,” Cordelia agreed. “But if you lay a finger on me during the ‘performance,’ there’ll be an additional charge.” “Deal.” Cordelia held up her phone. “Send me the payment now.” She wasn’t going to be played for a fool. Elijah’s eyes widened at her boldness. He stared at her for a moment, then he took out his phone and tapped on it. “Done. See you tomorrow.” Cordelia smiled with satisfaction, but once the door closed behind him, a deep sadness settled over her. “Let’s have a baby? How could I even think for a second he was serious?” she scolded herself. Her heart ached, and she hated herself for even agreeing to the dinner. A few seconds later, her phone rang. It was her best friend, Imogen. “Cordelia, I need your help!” Imogen cried. Cordelia furrowed her brows. “What’s wrong?” “I sprained my foot, and I have a performance next Friday. Can you stand in for me?” Imogen pleaded. Cordelia quickly checked her schedule, “I can, actually. I should have enough time to practice before then.” “Thank you so much!” Imogen said gratefully, and then she laughed. “This isn’t too terrible a request, because my dance partner is very attractive. You think you can handle the heat?” Imogen knew Cordelia was in a loveless marriage. “Haha. It’ll be fine.” She was about to be freed from her loveless marriage. She could finally return to her old, happier self. Maybe she would flirt with this sexy dance partner. Why shouldn’t she? Elijah had cheated on her many times throughout their marriage, and she never had. Cordelia thought it would be interesting to see how Elijah reacted to her being with another man. In fact, maybe she would mention it at dinner…

Cordelia spent the next whole day dancing and rehearsing.At exactly 6 p.m., Elijah called her. “Where are you? I’m at the house to pick you up.” “Shoot, I lost track of the time,” she said, out of breath. “Don’t you dare try to cheat me out of my money!” he said, instantly furious. “We made a deal!” Cordelia became angry, too. “The only cheater here is you,” she said, and hung up. Well, this was going to make for an interesting family dinner. Cordelia quickly showered, changed into nice clothes, and touched up her makeup. Elijah had come to pick her up. His breath hitched as he caught sight of Cordelia walking through the studio doors. She was dressed in a sleek black V-neck dress, accentuating her curvy figure. With her natural beauty and the added touch of makeup, she looked absolutely enchanting, a woman that any man would fall for. Her expression was light, too, as if she had a secret. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Elijah. “Why do you look so nice?” he demanded as she approached the car. Cordelia looked at him like he was insane. “I dressed up for dinner, like I always do.” “Is there someone else?” he asked. “Is that why you’re in such a hurry to divorce me? You’ve already found someone new?” Cordelia was amazed by Elijah’s reaction. Did he care for her, or not? It was so confusing. Cordelia glared at him, and she retorted, “Oh, so you’re suspicious of me? Isn’t that rich. The cheater’s worried he’s getting cheated on?” “Why else would you be breathing so heavily when you answered the phone earlier?” Elijah replied hotly, his gaze intense. “Who were you just with?” “No one. Not that it’s your business.” Elijah grabbed her by the waist. “Tell me the truth! Are you seeing someone new?” She glared at him icily. “I was practicing dance, you idiot. Now let go of me.” Instead, he kissed her. Then he let her go. She gaped at him, stunned. “What is up with you?!” Elijah said, “I’m reminding you that we’re still married.” *** When they arrived at his parents’ house an hour later, Cordelia was greeted by her in-laws, Edith and Gabe Hansen. Edith was cold, just like her son, but Gabe greeted her with his usual warm smile. Elijah kept his arm around her, pretending everything was peachy. She forced a smile as she looked at him, but her eyes were devoid of affection. “Cordelia, you look well. How is the studio?” Gabe asked. “Terrific, Gabe.” Cordelia smiled. “Business keeps growing. I’m very fortunate.” “So you’re still not pregnant?” Edith abruptly asked. Cordelia, caught off guard, swallowed and lowered her eyes. This was a sensitive subject for her. “You two should see the doctor about it. It’s time. Elijah?” “Oh, sure,” he said, smiling at Cordelia. “We definitely should.” He was really doing a command performance of being dedicated to her. She gave him a fake smile in return. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She could play this game, too. “Good!” Edith cried. “We have one of the best fertility doctors right here in town. You two will stay here tonight and see him first thing in the morning.” Cordelia’s mouth opened in surprise. Stay here, in the same bed as Elijah? “We’d love to, Mother,” Elijah said with a grin before she could respond.

Cordelia wasn’t sure what to say. On one hand, she didn’t want to spend the night in a bed next to the man she’d gladly decided to divorce. But she’d taken the fifty thousand, and she had to pretend everything was okay. Who knows how much she’d get in the divorce settlement… She needed to hang on to as much money as she could. Cordelia gritted her teeth and smiled at Edith. “Sounds great, thank you.” Elijah smirked at her across the table. Cordelia wanted to kick him hard in the shins, but resisted. The rest of the meal she was quiet. Once dinner was over and they were in the bedroom, Cordelia looked around for an alternative. “I can sleep on the floor,” she said. Elijah laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll both sleep in the bed.” In their three years of marriage, they’d rarely shared a bed. Yet now, he acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for them to sleep together. Satisfied with her silence, he turned and headed into the bathroom. Before long, his phone began buzzing. At first, it was a few message notifications, but then the calls started pouring in, one after another. Cordelia knew who it was, of course. Ava was a demanding mistress. Elijah poked his head out of the bathroom. “Can you pass me the phone?” “It’s right on the bed. Get it yourself,” Cordelia spat. He grinned mischievously. “Sure.” Then he stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and dripping wet. Cordelia held back a squeak and quickly turned her head to the window, silently cursing him. Elijah chuckled as he picked up the phone, standing right in front of her. At the sight, Cordelia rolled her eyes and said, “Perv!” He laughed again and went back into the bathroom, leaving a trail of water in his wake. When he emerged from the bathroom again, he wasn’t dressed for bed, but to go out. “Actually, you can have the bed to yourself,” he said, gathering his things. “You’re serious?” Cordelia asked, shocked. “You’re going to leave me at your parents’ house to go see your mistress?” Elijah shrugged. “You said you prefer to sleep alone. Win-win.” “No, I prefer to not have come here and performed this stupid charade all night, and then again tomorrow, just because you don’t have the backbone to be honest with your parents.” “You get your money either way,” Elijah retorted. “I don’t see what you’re so upset about. I’ll be back in the morning.” Cordelia’s eyes filled with hot tears. How could he be like this? How could anyone be so cold? She turned her back to him, and after a second, he left. She listened to him go downstairs, her ears waiting for the sound of the front door shutting and his car starting. They never came. A few minutes later, Elijah came back upstairs. Had he rethought leaving? Maybe he wasn’t a complete monster, after all. He came into the room looking annoyed, and stood awkwardly in the doorway. Cordelia wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking why he’d returned. Eventually, he cleared his throat and said, “My mother is downstairs.” Cordelia still didn’t turn around. “I said I was going for a drive, and she insisted I come back up here and take you with me.” Cordelia laughed to herself. Had Edith guessed what her son was up to? Or had she accidentally hit on the most awkward possible scenario? “So,” Elijah said to Cordelia’s back. “Will you come downstairs?” Cordelia wanted to do anything but go for a romantic drive with Elijah. But then she realized she could benefit herself. “I want ten thousand dollars more.” There was a moment of silence. Cordelia could hear the anger in Elijah’s voice when he responded. “Fine.” So she stood up and followed him downstairs. “Oh, good,” Edith said when they appeared. “It’s a nice night for a drive.” Then she added, “Cordelia, come here. I have something for you.” She beckoned her into the kitchen and Cordelia followed. There, Edith grabbed Cordelia by the wrist. “You can’t let him walk all over you.” “What are you talking about?” Cordelia asked, taken aback. “We both know where he was headed tonight. You need to grow a spine and stand up to him.” Cordelia nodded, her face burning. Had Edith known all along? She returned to the front door and followed Elijah to the car. Edith was right; she hadn’t ever put up a fight all these years with Elijah. In fact, slapping him with the divorce had been quite out of character for her. It felt good to finally demand some respect from him. Maybe he would finally get the message now. Cordelia had been so lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed where they were. “Where are we going?” she asked. “To Ava’s.” Cordelia’s mouth dropped open.

“We’re going to your mistress’s house?!” Cordelia exclaimed in shock.“I had already told her I’d come over,” Elijah said impatiently. “She was injured in a fire at the hospital where she works, and she needs my help.” Cordelia shook her head. Of all the unsympathetic things Elijah had done, this was surely the worst. She felt as if something heavy had taken up residence in her chest. “Besides,” he added, “if we’re getting divorced, it shouldn’t matter to you.” He cut a sidelong glance at her as he said this. Cordelia kept her expression stony. She was angry and sad, but she wasn’t going to let him see it. They arrived at a luxury high-rise apartment building. Elijah parked the car and entered the building, Cordelia following close behind. She noted that he had a key and opened the door as if it was his own place. Meanwhile, her heart was racing. She was about to meet her husband’s mistress, of all things! Her stomach began to ache, and she felt like a joke just being there. As Cordelia entered the apartment, a girl with a sweet face came rolling out of the bedroom in a wheelchair. Her face was tearstained, but she smiled up at Elijah sweet as sugar as he strode over to her. “You finally came,” Ava said breathlessly. Elijah took a tissue from the counter, knelt by her wheelchair, and gently wiped away her tears. “Of course, I came,” he said caringly. Cordelia suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her throat tightened. She felt like she was drowning, watching the two of them. “How is the burn healing?” Elijah asked softly. “Let me see.” Ava unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her wounded shoulder without any hesitation. The burn wounds ran all along her skin, leaking some fluid. They looked horrifying. Elijah’s face turned grim. “Ava, you need to go to the hospital and let a doctor see this again. I’ll take you tomorrow.” “Okay,” she said sweetly, smiling up at him with big, helpless eyes. “If you say so.” She reached out and took his hand. As Elijah stood up, holding her hand, Ava’s glance fell on the room behind him, and the woman in the doorway. “Elijah…” she said, her face going slack with shock. “Who is that?” “My wife,” Elijah said. Ava gasped, stunned and upset. “Why would you bring her here, Elijah?!” she cried. “I had to. Listen, I came to make sure you’re okay. Let me put you in bed.” For a few seconds, Ava just stared at Cordelia. Then her expression shifted from shock to sweetness. “Okay, my darling,” she said to Elijah, fluttering her lashes at him. “You always look out for me so well. I know I’m your number one.” Ava looked at Cordelia through her lashes with undisguised provocation. But Cordelia didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting, keeping calm and cool as Elijah took hold of the wheelchair and pushed Ava into the bedroom. Cordelia was glad when they disappeared. It was so hard, pretending she didn’t care. That she wasn’t humiliated to have her husband caring for his mistress right in front of her face! She took a seat on the couch, wondering how long she’d have to wait for them to finish their business. In the meantime, she took out her phone and messaged someone to check whether Ava owned this luxury apartment herself. Her heart dropped when she got the response: Elijah was the owner. So Elijah owned an apartment she didn’t even know about, and he’d moved his mistress into it. As Cordelia pondered this, the bedroom door opened and Elijah walked out. “I’ll come back again tomorrow,” he said gently to Ava, as he pulled the door shut after him. He walked over to Cordelia. “Let’s go,” he said, and Cordelia rose from the couch. She’d slid off one of her shoes while she waited, and now stumbled a bit, putting it back on. Elijah caught her before she fell. “Oh,” she said, surprised, hanging onto his arm. “Thank you.” “Elijah!” Ava’s voice suddenly called urgently. “Elijah, I need you!” Elijah sighed, released Cordelia, and turned back to the bedroom. Cordelia, intrigued about Ava’s sharp call, looked around the room carefully. Then she saw it. Perched at the top of the bookcase was a camera. The red light was blinking. “Hmm,” Cordelia thought, a plan forming in her mind. When Elijah finally emerged again, she was sitting on the couch. He nodded toward the door, and she delicately held out her hand for him to help her up. As Elijah pulled her to her feet, she deliberately fell into his arms. He caught her, their bodies pressing against each other. With a smile, Cordelia slid her arms around his neck. “I was just thinking about how hot things got the other night,” she murmured to him, and then, with a quick glance at the camera, she leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear. “Let’s do it again. Now.”

Elijah smirked at her words. It was rare that Cordelia tried to seduce him, and when she did, he had never turned her down. Indeed, it was perhaps because it was so rare that he found it so exciting. Tonight was no exception. He slid one hand down her body, and the other into her hair. “You want it, don’t you?” He looked at her, a fire in his eyes. Cordelia was actually a little excited by how inflamed he was by her words. She pressed her body against his. “I do,” she said with a saucy grin. Elijah gave her ass a squeeze and then pulled her toward the door. For the briefest moment before the door closed behind them, Cordelia heard with satisfaction a scream of anger from Ava’s bedroom. When they got into the car, Elijah leaned in to pick up where they left off, but Cordelia held up a hand to stop him. She straightened her dress. “You know what?” she said. “I’ve reconsidered. You brought me here to humiliate me. You don’t deserve to have me.” As Elijah stared at her speechless, she buckled herself in and didn’t even glance his way the whole drive back. When they reached his parent’s house, she informed Elijah that he’d be sleeping on the living room couch unless he wanted her to wake his parents and tell them everything. Elijah was frustrated but seemed too surprised by her behavior to put up a fight. Edith had been right—it felt good to stand up for herself. Cordelia locked the bedroom door and fell into a deep, contented sleep. *** Cordelia kept herself busy over the following days, completely ignoring all of Elijah’s messages, of which there were many. He’d never been so eager for her attention before. Cordelia, though, wasn’t falling for it. His kindness and attention would be short-lived, she knew. He simply wanted to know she was his, and then he’d move on to someone else. Annoyed at her phone constantly buzzing, she finally replied to Elijah that he should only contact her once he’d signed the divorce papers. After she sent the message, his texts immediately stopped. The next day, Cordelia met her lawyer at Ava’s apartment building. She wanted his assessment about whether it should be included in the divorce. As they walked up the stairs to the apartment, Cordelia heard a familiar voice. Elijah. She realized the door to Ava’s apartment was open, and she and the lawyer ducked out of sight as they listened. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.” Elijah spoke with a gentle tone. “Elijah, promise me you aren’t sleeping with her!” Ava cried. “Tell me you aren’t going back to your wife right now.” Cordelia almost laughed out loud when she heard Ava’s words. She had actually managed to sow the seeds of doubt in Elijah’s mistress! “Of course not,” Elijah said reassuringly. “Cordelia and I are done.” “I couldn’t bear it, I couldn’t,” Ava sobbed. “Promise me.” “Ava, I promise you. I keep promising you.” Cordelia, having lived with Elijah for three years, recognized the hint of impatience creeping into his voice. “It’s just that the two of you seemed so close the other night—” “Enough, Ava. I have to go.” Elijah’s tone was firm. This was different from the gentle tone Cordelia had always heard him use with Ava. Satisfied, Cordelia gestured to the lawyer that they should quietly slip away. As they snuck away, Ava took out her phone and showed Elijah the screen. “Elijah, there’s a ballet performance tonight. Can you take me to it?” “I already told you, I have to work tonight.” “But, I really want you to come with me,” Ava whined. “Please, please, please… Or are you going to be with your wife?” Tears sprang to her eyes. Elijah sighed. “Fine. We’ll go.” Ava grinned inwardly, delighted at getting her way. *** Night fell, and Elijah fulfilled his promise to Eva. He brought her to a VIP box seat. On the ballet show’s poster, the male and female leads were wearing masks. It was said that they were ballet stars, and their identities would be revealed during the performance. The gimmick was hyped up enough to create anticipation, and it was clear that the crowd was eager to learn who the dancers were. Backstage, Cordelia was getting into her gorgeous costume, her lips painted fiery red. It had been a while since she’d performed, and she was admittedly a little nervous. Imogen came in, leaning on a crutch. “The theater is packed! This is going to be a legendary performance!” Cordelia took a peek out of the curtains. The theater was indeed packed, with no empty seats. She said a little mantra to herself to keep calm. She was just here, she reminded herself, to help out a friend. No pressure! She scanned the audience. And then she saw, in the VIP box, her husband and his mistress. “Oh no!” Cordelia cried.

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On the day I became his Mate, my best friend was attacked by rogues on her way to our ritual. Afterward, he embraced her tightly in his arms and blamed me. “Raina, it’s all your fault. You owe her.” From then on, the balance in his heart tilted entirely towards her. Later, as I lay dying from assassination, I made a final mind link with him for help. But he impatiently cut off the mind link. ‘Can’t you understand? She needs me. I can’t leave her right now!’ He didn’t know I was dying. In my new life, I decide to grant his desire. I’ll leave him understandingly, as he wished.

Being a werewolf and getting rejected by mate is like having the heart ripped out. My mate hasn’t flat out rejected me, but it’s not all rainbows and sunshine either. I’m only good enough to be his side piece, his mistress. On the day they were crowned as the Alpha King and Queen, I stood in the crowd, watching the glorious celebration as the girl who once had a shot at being the future Queen was now labeled as nothing more than the “Alpha King’s mistress”.

I am a Luna, but the Alpha doesn’t love me. Of course, being reborn, I can’t possibly love him again. In my last life, I was infatuated with him, but he tore me apart. In this new life, not only will I tear him apart, but I will also annihilate his entire pack! Freya Everhart couldn’t believe it, no matter what, that on the day of her mate-bonding ritual with her lover, she would be sent to prison by her own Mate!

“Ah… Slower…!” The woman pleaded in the dimly lit room, gripping the man’s strong back. Her moans of pleasure only fueled his eagerness as he moved back and forth with intensity. Their heavy breaths mingled together, igniting a fiercer passion within each other. CLANG!!! Their wild movements knocked over the lamp on the bedside table. The orange light turned on and lit up the room. Still struggling to catch his breath, Joe Smith looked at Mia White with a mocking gaze. “I can’t believe you’re this desperate. Drugging me just to get me to touch you? Well, are you satisfied now?” With a smirk, he changed his angle and continued with his hard thrusts, taking her pleasure to new heights. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she struggled to speak, “I didn’t…” His eyes darkened upon seeing her cry, pushing him to move even faster, and with a few more thrusts they both reached climax. Letting out a low growl, Joe released Mia, still shaking from aftershocks, lost in a daze. He headed towards the bathroom, leaving her to lie motionless on the bed. It took her some time to gather her strength and slowly dress herself. Her gaze fell upon the nightstand drawer, and she bit her lip. Three years ago, when the White Group was facing a financial crisis, her parents drugged her and sent her to Joe’s bed to secure an alliance with the Smith family. Joe believed that it was all Mia’s scheme to get closer to him, and despised her from the start. And more than that, he never loved her because he treasured someone else. Wendy Swan. Wendy had saved his life. He was incredibly grateful, and wanted to marry her. But due to certain family obligations and business contracts, he was forced to marry Mia instead. Despite his hatred, Mia cared and loved him in every way, even though the high society of Atlanta all mocked and looked down on her for it. But she didn’t care about their opinions. She never complained once, continuing to tolerate everything Joe did that proved how much he hated her. But today, she decided… she couldn’t take it anymore. She was pregnant. Joe and Mia had made a deal not to have children. Or more accurately, Joe didn’t want her to have his child. She took out the papers from the bedside table drawer. Joe emerged from his bath, a deep scowl on his face. He tossed a small box of pills Mia. “Take it.” Mia read the label on the box, “emergency contraceptive,” and felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. Her hesitation irritated him, and he scoffed, “We’ll not have kids. Mia. Quit dreaming.” Mia threw the pills aside, her expression devoid of emotion. “I don’t need them. I won’t get pregnant this time. And… I have something to tell you.” Tear streaks were still visible on her face, shimmering under the light. Despite his coldness to her, Joe couldn’t deny the pang in his chest, seeing her tears. But he pushed the strange feeling aside. “Go ahead. How much do you want this time?” “I’m tired. I want a divorce.” Joe’s eyes widened in disbelief. Anxiety washed over him, and he clenched his fists tight. “So now you’re playing hard to get, huh? How much does your family want this time?” Wordlessly, Mia pushed the document towards him, the two-centimeter scar on her slender arm standing out. Her expression remained terrifyingly calm. Joe nonchalantly picked up the document, “The White family finally realized you’re useless. They must be planning to exchange you for money…” Right away, the words “Divorce Agreement” came into his view.

Joe’s eyes narrowed, tossing the divorce agreement onto the table. He lit a cigarette and blew smoke toward Mia’s face, staring at her through the haze. “You’ve taken your little game too far,” he sneered. It didn’t make sense to him that she would settle for just a clean split and nothing else. He thought this agreement was just a game to threaten him. He knew Mia loved him. She would never leave him. Plus, her family’s company would never let her go through with a divorce. Mia clenched the blanket next to her, locking eyes with Joe. She spoke slowly and firmly, “I only want a divorce. I’m not plotting anything. I’ve given back everything I owe you.” ‘I don’t love you anymore…’ Her words were a mixture of sadness and determination. She didn’t explicitly say it, but Joe somehow knew the hidden meaning underneath. It was… affecting him. More than he’d care to admit. Something was wrong. He took a step forward, pinning her with his intense gaze. He lifted her chin with his fingers, blowing smoke in her face, making her turn away and cough. He smirked and grabbed a pen from the table. “You really think I won’t sign it?” She coughed, tears welling up in her eyes, but she quietly watched him sign his name. “You better not regret this.” He wasn’t going to let her have her way. After it was signed, he tossed the divorce agreement to the floor. Then he pulled a card from his wallet and threw it at Mia. “Consider this compensation for your…” He paused, his frown deepening. “…hardships this past year.” With that, he slammed the door and left. He rarely spent the night here. The bedroom fell into complete silence. Mia clutched the card with trembling hands, her eyes turning red. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her pale face. The pain in her heart was unbearable. She touched her belly, curling up on the bed, and sobbed till her throat hurt. A while later, she gathered her strength, packed a few clothes, and booked a flight to Farmland for the next day. She had loved Joe for three years. Sometimes hated him. But now, it was all over. *** That night, Joe stayed in an apartment near his company. The next day, he drove to Sun House after finishing work. Today was the day he and Mia were supposed to visit Joe’s grandpa, Sir Smith. However, when he arrived at the Sun House, he couldn’t find her anywhere. He asked the maid, “Where’s Mrs. Smith?” She hesitated, looking at Joe cautiously before answering, “Mrs. Smith hasn’t arrived yet. Should I call her?” “No need.” He dismissed her, then walked into the house. He paid no mind to Mia’s absence, assuming she would show up eventually. After retiring from the Smith Group, Sir Smith fell in love with gardening. When Joe walked in, he was watering the plants in the yard. When saw Joe, Sir Smith glanced behind him and his face suddenly darkened. “Where’s Mia?” “I don’t know,” Joe answered nonchalantly, “But she was with me at the apartment last night.” Joe had already pushed the divorce agreement out of his mind. “You Idiot!” Sir Smith scolded. In Sir Smith’s eyes, he knew that it had to be his idiot grandson’s fault that Mia, who usually arrived early with bundles of carefully prepared gifts, hadn’t appeared. Not wanting to scold his grandson in front of others, he ordered sternly, “Come with me.” Then the two of them entered the study together. “So you’re the reason for that scandal?” Sir Smith looked at Joe with a gloomy expression. Confused, Joe asked, “What scandal?” Sir Smith tossed his phone at Joe and snapped, “Take a good look!” Joe took the phone. He saw a trending headline that read: [Golden Award-winning Actress, Wendy Swan’s Mysterious Boyfriend Revealed, and It’s Him!] The photo that came with the news showed Joe and Wendy dining together a few days ago. The paparazzi managed to capture them at an angle that made it seem like they were kissing passionately. But in fact, Joe had only been helping her keep her balance. Joe tried to explain, “This is nonsense.” “Have someone delete this Twitter post as soon as possible,” Sir Smith demanded, “This scandal damages Mia and the White family’s reputation. What will people say about her?” His face darkened as he asked, “What does it have to do with her?” “I know what you’re thinking! Don’t try to fool me again!” Grabbing the teacup in his hand, Sir Smith threw it at Joe. Joe dodged the cup, and it shattered into pieces on the floor. Sir Smith growled, “Wendy Swan will never marry into the Smith family! Over my dead body! Don’t be as ungrateful as your father!” At the mention of his father, Joe’s stoic expression finally dropped, his eyes going down to the floor. He muttered, “I won’t.” Sir Smith’s face softened slightly. After discussing other matters, Joe left the study. He called his assistant, Jack, and instructed, “Take down the post on Twitter.” Then he drove back to the villa. As he entered, he saw a woman in a white dress with her back to him. ‘Hm… Must be Mia. Sure enough, what she said was just to threaten me and get me back to her.’ Joe cleared his throat, put on a faint smile, and then sarcastically remarked, “Thought you said you were leaving. Couldn’t resist coming back?” The next second, the woman turned around. It wasn’t Mia. With her face beaming with joy, she walked towards him, exclaiming, “Joe!” “What are you doing here?” Joe’ eyes widened in puzzlement.

Joe wasn’t expecting Wendy to be at his home. And more than that… she was wearing Mia’s dress. The white strapless dress didn’t fit Wendy’s curvy figure, and her breasts were spilling out the top. But she hugged Joe as if she didn’t notice it at all. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Wendy asked flirtatiously. She placed her fingers on the back of Joe’s neck and caressed his skin. Joe pushed her away, frowning. “Who let you in? And why are you wearing Mia’s clothes?” Wendy’s smile faltered for a moment. But she quickly composed herself and played coy. “The maid Emma let me in. I accidentally spilled coffee on myself when I got here. I’m just borrowing one of Mia’s dresses. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, right?” “Where is Mia?” Back when Joe accidentally brought Wendy’s lipsticks back home, Mia was furious and even told Sir Smith about it. So, Joe found it hard to believe that Mia would lend her dress to Wendy. “How should I know? She wasn’t here when I arrived,” Wendy replied. Her eyes lowered slightly as she continued to move closer to Joe and lean in to kiss him. An image of Mia wearing the same dress flashed in Joe’s mind, and he avoided Wendy’s hand. “Joe?” “Don’t wear her clothes anymore,” Joe spat, “They don’t suit you.” Wendy wanted to say something else, but he cut her off, “You should go home now. I’ll see you tonight at the Mystery Club.” Wendy was surprised that Joe would remain indifferent even when she seduced him that way. But realizing that she had to maintain the “good girl” image in front of him, Wendy had no choice but to nod and comply. Before leaving, she made sure Joe saw the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. Joe immediately softened his expression. Seeing that, Wendy turned to leave, hiding her smirk. The strong scent of Wendy’s perfume filled the villa, overpowering the air. Joe’s face slightly darkened as he headed upstairs. In the master bedroom, the bed covers were messy, and he didn’t see the divorce agreement he had carelessly thrown on the floor yesterday. Joe glanced around casually, scoffed, and went into the dressing room. He noticed that the wardrobe was packed full. Mia’s clothes were still there. Wendy had just taken one of her dresses. He felt smug, believing that Mia was just bluffing when she proposed a divorce. Joe left the master bedroom after changing his clothes. He left in such a hurry that he didn’t notice the bank card and divorce papers that had fallen to the floor. *** At the Mystery Club Under the colorful lights, Joe lounged on a sofa, surrounded by blasting music. Wendy, dressed in a fiery red and revealing dress, leaned against him. And she accepted all the compliments of those around them. They were playing a game of Spin the Bottle. Someone spun a bottle on the table, and it ended up pointing at Joe. Joe’s acquaintance John grinned mischievously. He was ready to tease Joe, but one look in his eyes was warning enough. John shuddered and opted for a safer question. “Joe… How did you meet Wendy?” Wendy gazed at him. Joe picked up a glass of beer and drained it. He then replied with tenderness in his eyes, “Wendy saved my life.” “She did?!” Everyone was shocked, except Wendy, who was smiling as she gently leaned against Joe. Twenty years ago, Joe and a little girl were kidnapped. They kept each other company for a few days until Joe found a chance to escape, leaving the little girl behind. Before escaping, he promised her that he would come back and rescue her. However, things didn’t go as planned. By the time he came back with a rescue team, the girl had disappeared, and the kidnappers were gone. All he remembered was the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. In those dark days, Joe didn’t lose hope because of that girl. From then on, he kept looking for her until he stumbled upon Wendy singing at a bar. The heart-shaped birthmark on her arm reminded him of the girl. Joe was already engaged to Mia at that time. But he married Mia in the end. Thinking of Mia, Joe’s face darkened again. Suddenly, his other acquaintance Lucas cursed, holding his phone in his hand. “What’s going on?” John asked. “My friend ran into Miss White at the airport.” “Who?” Joe was puzzled, frowning. “Mia White.” Hearing that, Joe’s face turned even grimmer. He asked, “What is she doing at the airport?”

John and Lucas exchanged glances, wondering how they could possibly know about it. Joe’s phone suddenly rang. The moment he answered the call, he heard Sir Smith shouting angrily, “Idiot! You’re planning to divorce Mia? Are you kidding me?!” His rage erupted through the phone, and everyone could hear. Joe stood up and walked to the door. Behind him, Wendy tightly clenched her palm, resentment in her eyes. Joe walked to a quiet place and explained to his grandfather, “Mia is just throwing a tantrum. Ignore her, she’ll calm down in a few days.” “Then why is she at the airport? Did you drive her away so that you can marry that woman? I told you… As long as I’m alive, Wendy will never ever marry into the Smith family! Never!” Joe furrowed his brow. “Did she really go to the airport?” Just the thought that Mia was actually planning to leave him… it put a deeply unpleasant feeling in his chest. And it annoyed him how much she affected him. Sir Smith sighed. “My people saw her at the airport. Go get her back! Mia’s a good girl. If you let her go, you’ll regret it.” And then, he hung up without waiting for Joe to reply. When Joe returned to the private room, he looked incredibly gloomy. “You guys carry on. I’ll leave first.” “Joe, where are you going?” Wendy asked. She looked perplexed as Joe confidently walked away without looking back. Joe called Mia several times but couldn’t reach her. Not knowing if she had turned off her phone or blocked him, he had no choice but to call Jack to find out where she was. Joe, consumed by anger, raced back to his villa and confronted Emma angrily, “Where is Mrs. Smith?” Emma stuttered, “I…I don’t know. But Mr. Smith, I found something in the room…” Before she could finish, Joe rushed upstairs. And, as expected, Mia was nowhere to be found there. In the past, no matter how late he came home, Mia would always be waiting for him in the bedroom. Even if he was upset, she would always greet him with a gentle smile. Frustrated, Joe yanked off his tie and scanned the room. It had been tidied up, and the bed looked perfectly untouched, like she had never even slept there. The wardrobe in the dressing room was still full. But upon closer inspection, Joe noticed that some of Mia’s casual clothes were missing. Joe’s face darkened instantly. When Mia married him and moved in, she only brought two suitcases of belongings. And Joe bought the rest of the clothes in the wardrobe for her. But she didn’t take any of the clothes he bought . She only took away her own things. Joe’s gaze shifted to the nightstand where he saw a bank card—the one he had given to Mia the night before. As he picked it up, he quickly discovered the divorce agreement hidden underneath. It was the divorce agreement they had signed together. Anxiety started to spread within him, and Sir Smith’s words echoed in his mind, “You’ll regret it…” It couldn’t be true. He knew how infatuated Mia was with him. She wouldn’t leave him. This was just another game she was playing to try and make him give in. Joe lit a cigarette, filling the room with smoke as he called Jack, “Have you found her?” “Our people saw Mrs. Smith at the airport, but…” “Just bring her back!” He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anxiety. It had been a long time since he had felt this overwhelming mix of surprise and anger; not since his parents’ incident. He couldn’t understand why… “But Mrs. Smith has already boarded the plane and taken off.” Looking at the divorce agreement in his hand, Joe looked incredibly gloomy. “Send people to intercept her when the plane lands! Bring her back to me at all costs!” With that, Joe angrily threw his phone at the wall, shattering it to pieces. “So you finally got away, huh Mia? You’d better hide well and don’t let me ever catch you!”

Mia had indeed bought a ticket to Farmland. However, Joe’s men couldn’t find her at the airport she was supposed to arrive at, and there was no evidence of her traveling to other countries. Joe and Jack continued searching for her for two months, but they had no luck. Mia White vanished out of nowhere… *Five years later, at the airport in Atlanta* The special assistant of Horizon Group, Frank Wilson, waited anxiously outside the airport. He kept his eyes fixed on the exit. Finally, a woman appeared, and he sighed in relief. He quickly approached her and greeted her politely. “Welcome, Miss Clinton.” The woman was dressed in a tight red dress that showed off her lovely curves. She slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing her bright eyes. “Hi, Frank. We finally met.” Mia greeted him with a warm smile. Mia had changed a lot in the past five years. No one could possibly recognize that this was the former submissive, well-behaved, and obedient daughter of the white family. Although Frank had seen Mia countless times on a computer screen, he was still captivated by her beauty when he met her in person. He hurriedly took her luggage. “Would you like to go to the hotel first or head straight to the company?” “Let’s go to the company first.” Frank nodded and took Mia to the Horizon Group office. Despite being founded just two years ago, Horizon Group has become a powerful company. It was quickly catching up to the Four Major Family Corporations and even earned the respect of their leaders. However, Horizon Group’s leader was a mystery, known only to the executives. Frank led Mia upstairs. The receptionist at the front desk noted how attentive he was to a mysterious woman. She couldn’t help but wonder who she was, because Frank was usually distant. Minutes later, Mia reached the top floor of the building. Looking down at the familiar sights of Atlanta, a twinge of emotion welled up inside her. She quickly composed herself and asked Frank, “Isn’t tomorrow Sir Smith’s birthday?” “Yes! Are you planning to go?” At the mention of the Smith family, Mia’s eyes flickered with unreadable emotions, but she soon returned to her normal self and smiled sweetly “We have a project in collaboration with the Smith family, don’t we? Of course, I have to go.” Before Frank left the office Mia asked him, “I don’t have a suitable dress. Have someone send some over.” After he left, Mia’s phone rang. Mia answered the video call and saw two adorable children on the screen. “Mommy!” They exclaimed. Seeing her kids’ chubby faces, Mia felt her anxiety melt away. “Have you two been good?” Mia asked softly. “Yes!” The little boy answered sweetly. The girl next to him whispered, “Grandpa took us horse riding today.” “Horse riding?” Mia raised an eyebrow, “Then you need to behave for Grandpa. Mommy will be back soon.” The children nodded and chatted for a while before ending the call. The moment the call ended, Mia’s gentle smile disappeared, replaced by her sharp business persona. She made a few phone calls, seriously asking her subordinates about the progress of the project in preparation for the upcoming project. *** At night, Sun House was brightly lit. Inside the hall, big shots from Atlanta gathered, chatting lively. These people would be the center of attention outside, but the Smith family managed to invite them all to the party. Joe stood in the second-floor hallway, observing the people below with a detached expression. His handsome face had matured over the past five years, radiating wisdom and depth. His well-tailored ash suit emphasized his tall stature, attracting admiring glances from the ladies present. Joe ignored their stares, glancing back at his assistant, Jack. Jack adjusted his glasses and spoke rapidly, “We heard that the CEO of Horizon Group has returned to the country today. They should be here for Sir Smith’s birthday celebration.” The Smiths and Horizon Group had reached an agreement two months ago to collaborate on a major project. The CEO of Horizon returned at this point to negotiate with the Smiths in person. Joe replied, “Once they arrive, politely escort them to the second floor later.” Jack rogered that. He continued, “Miss Swan is also almost here, and… ” Instantly, he stopped talking. He catched the change in Joe’s expression. “Sir?” Joe’s jawline tightened, and his intense gaze fell on the entrance. Following his gaze, Jack was shocked to see the woman who just walked through the door. A woman that they thought they’d never see again. “It’s…” Jack murmured. “It’s her…”

Mia stood at the entrance, wearing a simple black strapless gown with a deep open back that exposed her delicate skin. She was like a fairy in the mortal world, utterly unaware of her own magnetism to those around her. More than half the room’s eyes were instantly drawn to her. She walked confidently into the hall, her eyes flashing a hint of scorn at the extravagance before her. It had been five years since she was last here… Her appearance caught the attention of everyone in the room, even the ones who were looking for Wendy. They quickly moved their attention to her. “Wow! Isn’t that Miss White, the woman who left town? Couldn’t make it on your own and decided to come back?” A flamboyantly dressed Internet celebrity, Amy, blocked Mia’s path. Mia raised an eyebrow, scanning the woman up and down. “Who are you?” She asked. Amy glared at her angrily. “Don’t pretend to be someone else! Everyone knows that you were obsessed with Mr. Smith, only to end up divorcing and leaving the country in disgrace! Now you’re back here planning to latch onto him again, aren’t you?” Mia was unfazed by her words, long immune to being slandered. But not far away, Joe’s face darkened at the sight. ‘Mia, It’s been five years… How dare you disappear for so long…’ “Mr. Smith…” Jack glanced at his boss worriedly. When Mia disappeared five years ago, Joe spared no expense to find her, but to no avail. The usually stoic Mr. Smith was furious for the first time, and his mood was foul for the following six months. Everyone at Smith Group worked on pins and needles, fearing they might be fired on the spot for the slightest mistake. But after all, it had been years. Jack wondered if his boss still cared… He watched Joe’s expression nervously. Joe glanced at Jack, his face unreadable. Jack understood tacitly and immediately suggested, “Since our guests have arrived, shall we go downstairs to welcome them?” “Hmm.” Joe sneered and strode downstairs. Frank was about to walk over when he saw Amy confront Mia, but she held her hand up to stop him. Upon Mia’s instruction, Frank deliberately kept his distance. Thinking of the way Mia usually sternly reprimanded her subordinates, Frank silently prayed for this woman who dared to provoke Mia. Mia smirked sarcastically. “You might want to save your fawning for Wendy. Maybe she’d be more willing to hear your hard sell, Miss… I’m sorry, what was your name again?” “You b*tch!” Amy’s face twisted in anger as she heard laughter from the crowd. Just as she was about to lash out, a deep male voice cut through the noise. “Mia White.” Hearing the voice, Mia slightly stiffened, but she quickly mustered a polite smile. She looked over at the man who was striding toward her with his icy cold face and greeted him calmly. “Hello, Mr. Smith. It’s been a while.” Joe practically sprinted over to Mia. He didn’t stop until he was very close to her, almost face-to-face. He looked down at the face that had appeared repeatedly in his dreams over the past few years. She was back. She’d changed. She was once gentle and dignified, her eyes shining bright with love when looked at him. But now, she was more like a dark and mysterious rose – tempting, thorny, and beautiful. And no more love and light in her eyes. Joe couldn’t quite grasp his feelings: anger, shock, and perhaps even a slight joy he couldn’t detect himself. Rage swirled in Joe’s eyes as he took a step forward， “How dare you show up again?”

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Ella “I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.” “My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, I want nothing more than to be a mother. I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate. I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. “Fuck, Ella is so stupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?” Kate snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.” “If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.” “The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?” “I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself. My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get pregnant. I pull the smoke alarm on the wall. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise. But, I wasn’t in the mood to admire their woeful appearance. I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of. I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore. When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.” “I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.” “Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.” “Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “the billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m pregnant I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!”

Ella 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back inside and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.”

Ella A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. My hands are shaking as I dial Kate’s number. Have I ever been this angry? If I have I certainly can’t remember it now. “Hello?” Kate answers almost immediately, using a sickly sweet tone that screams of fakeness. “Kate?” I state bluntly. “Are you with Mike right now?” There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, before she weakly responds, “What? Of course not.” “Come off it Kate, do you really think I don’t know about your shit?” I demand. “I’m not a complete idiot.” “Ella listen–” She begins, obviously gearing up to give me some sort of excuse. “No, I don’t even care about your little affair anymore – but I need to talk to him right now.” I declare fiercely. There’s another pause, and then Kate’s voice drops its innocent tone. “You don’t care?” She repeats, sounding truly shocked. “ You know I’m already pregnant?”

Ella “Does he know you’re pregnant?” I ask sharply, “because a man who’s so afraid of responsibility that he’d poison me for years is probably willing to do it to anyone.” “Of course he does!” She objects, “He just didn’t tell you about it because he didn’t want you to bleed him dry. He’s a stock broker.” “Oh Kate,” I sigh, “Poor, gullible, stupid Kate. He’s as much a stock broker as I am a wizard.” “Don’t talk to me like that! He’s got money, he lavishes it on me all the time!” She insists. “With fraudulent credit cards he took out in my name!” I shout, losing my temper completely. “What?” She squeaks. “That’s right. I’ve only just found out – he’s completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you, I’d check your own credit rating immediately, because I’d be willing to be you’re next.” I snap. “No,” she repeats weakly, “you’re wrong, it’s different with me.” My voice is getting thick with emotion now, but I can’t help it. “And frankly I don’t really care what happens to you Kate, but if you’re really pregnant then your baby deserves better than to be raised in a homeless shelter, and that’s exactly where Mike will land you.” I hang up before I start crying, not giving her a chance to respond. I have to go to the police and see if I can resolve these financial issues… I can’t have a baby if I’m bankrupt, and I can only pray the police will help. ________________________ “I’m very sorry Miss. Reina, but if your ex-partner has left the area, there’s not much we can do about this.” The police officer breaks this news to me about as gently as he might smash an ant beneath his boot. “I’ll give you the police report to send to the credit card company, but that’s the most help you’re going to get from us.” One by one they crush my hopes, telling me in no uncertain terms that unless a culprit is arrested in my case, I’ll be held responsible for the charges. As I hang up on the final call, I can feel the earth crumbling beneath my feet. How did it come to this? I literally have nothing. No one will hire me without a recommendation from my previous employer, which means I won’t be able to pay rent or keep food on the table. Normally I might turn to Cora in such a time, but I can’t burden her with this when she’s in the same boat. Tomorrow I’ll finally find out whether or not I’m pregnant, and up until now the strange sensation I’ve been experiencing the last few days has been a comfort and source of hope. I don’t know how to explain it: it’s as if I’m suddenly different somehow – even though I can’t see any changes, I just have this intense knowing that I’m no longer the same woman I was a week ago. I thought it was a sign the insemination worked, but now I’m praying that it’s my imagination going overboard. At first I try to distract myself, turning on the TV and freezing when I see Dominic Sinclair on the news talking about all his good will initiatives in the community. “When our work is finished, the Moon Valley children’s home will be a place of love and community, motivated to find the best homes for every child in need. Our initiative not only ensures that the permanent residents in the home have the best possible conditions, but that there is continuous follow up with children placed with adoptive families to ensure they thrive in their new homes.” So much for the supposed philanthropist, I think bitterly. Turning a blind eye to the lives he’s selfishly ruining all the while pretending to be a friend of the downtrodden. A week ago I might have been touched by such a broadcast. I grew up in an orphanage just like the one he’s describing, and I know just how terrible the conditions can be. Now however, I see nothing but his hypocrisy. Cora was an orphan too, she didn’t do anything wrong – where is his compassion for her? Clearly it’s only for the TV cameras. It’s a shame. He’s very convincing… then again, so was Mike. Shaking myself, I turn the TV off. What the hell is wrong with me? The man is a heartless billionaire and I’m still sitting here mooning over him like a silly schoolgirl. I end up going to bed early, trying not to think about tomorrow. Of course, I still lie awake late into the night – I know what it means to grow up an orphan, and I can’t countenance bringing a child into the world just to abandon it to that bleak existence. The more my life unravels, the more stark my options become. If I am pregnant… Am I going to abort the child? Even though it’s what I’ve wanted my entire life!

Ella “No, I understand.” I murmur into the phone. “Thanks for listening at least.” I wearily hang up the line, burying my head in my hands. I spent all morning calling in every favor and loan I possibly could, throwing my dignity right out the window to beg my friends and acquaintances in my time of need. I’ve never thought of myself as a proud woman, but begging this way was more of a challenge than I could have imagined. I only wish I could help Cora as well as myself. She’s still waiting to hear if she’ll be fired, and while she’s not supposed to be handling any samples, she got permission to do my tests this afternoon. After all, I’ve already been inseminated, so her supervisor didn’t see any risk of further negligence. Still, I’m far from excited when I walk through the front doors of the sperm bank. Ten days ago I was heartsore but optimistic for the future, yearning for a baby more than anything else in the world. Now I’m dreading the exam. However my trepidation soon gives way to surprise, because as soon as I enter the facility I have the strangest feeling that Dominic Sinclair is near. It takes me a while to actually find him, behind closed doors with Cora’s bosses in a luxurious, glass-walled conference room, but I don’t have the faintest idea how I knew he was present. I also don’t understand why I feel drawn to him: after all, he’s ruined both my sister’s and my own life. I shouldn’t be excited to see him. It was dumb luck that I stumbled across his path, the conference room is on the way to Cora’s office, but I find myself stopping to observe the meeting inside. I’m struck speechless when I lay eyes on him. Is it possible that he’s gotten more attractive since the last time I saw him? It was already unfair that somebody that powerful and intelligent could be so handsome, but now it truly just feels like being kicked while I’m down. The bastard has a heart of stone, and still the universe has rained endless gifts upon him while people like Cora and I have nothing. Shaking myself out of my trance, I continue down the hall, though I feel the weight of dark eyes on my back as I retreat. Cora has clearly been crying when I arrive. Her eyes are red and her cheeks splotchy, though she tries to hide it. “Hey.” I greet her gently, wrapping her up in a hug. She leans into me, squeezing tight and lingering far longer than she usually would. “Is there any news?” “Sinclair is in there finalizing it all now. I’m going to be given formal termination notice this afternoon.” She shares, sniffling slightly. “I’m so sorry, honey.” I croon, rubbing her back. “It’s okay.” She lies, pulling away. “How are you hanging in there?” “Not very well.” I confess. “I’m sort of dreading this, to be honest.” “It’s amazing how fast things can change, huh?” She asks, looking as though she might burst into tears. “I mean, what are we going to do, Elle?”

“Well figure it out.” I promise. “We’ve been in tight spots before.” I remind her, “remember the summer we slept in boxes on the street after we ran away from the orphanage?” “Yeah,” She nods with a sad smile. “But it’s winter now, I don’t think we’ll last long in the elements. And you weren’t pregnant then.” “Yeah well, if I’m pregnant now….” I can’t look her in the eyes as I say this, “I don’t think I’m going to stay that way.” “What?” Cora exclaims, looking horrified. “But this is your only chance! And we aren’t completely hopeless, you’ve got time to try to figure out a plan B.” That phrase alone reminds me of Mike, and I realize I haven’t shared my latest news with Cora. “I can’t afford a baby even if I do find a job. I’m going to be paying off my debts for years to come.” I share, filling her in on the details of Mike and Kate’s latest betrayal. “I can’t believe this!” She bursts out when I’m finished. “It just isn’t fair, Ella! I mean, I thought we paid our dues, I thought we were done with suffering. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve a better future than this! You deserve to be a mom – no one loves children more than you do.” “And you deserve to be a doctor.” I reply. “You worked so hard.” “I still don’t think you should give up yet.” She frowns. “You can terminate the pregnancy up until the end of the first trimester. It would be a tragedy if you aborted it, then pulled off a miracle and it turned out you could have kept it. Don’t take that risk. Keep the baby until the very last moment.” “I don’t think miracles happen to people like me.” I remark softly. “Besides that seems kind of like it’s own form of torture – the longer I carry the baby the more attached I’m going to get. I don’t want this to hurt any worse than it has to.” “It’s going to hurt no matter what.” Cora reasons, “You ought to give yourself a chance – keep the door open. Don’t give up hope completely.” “Let’s just find out if I have to make that decision in the first place.” I state, changing the subject. “I may not even be pregnant.” Yet even as I say it, I can feel in my heart that I am. “Okay.” Cora agrees, pulling a sterile cup wrapped in plastic from one of her cabinets. “You know what to do.”

I take the cup and quickly duck into the bathroom to provide a urine sample, returning it to her almost immediately. I pace back and forth across the office as Cora runs the tests. “Well?” I press, seeing the results pop up on her computer screen. She offers me a sad smile. “Congratulations little sister, you’re going to have a baby.” I told myself that I wouldn’t fall to pieces no matter the results, but as soon as the words are out of her mouth I’m crying. I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years and was beginning to think I never would. It’s both unimaginable joy, and unimaginable pain. I never knew my heart could hold such conflicting emotions at the same time, let alone in such extremes. “Really?” “Really.” Cora confirms, hugging me. “Come on, let’s do an ultrasound. You can hear the heartbeat.” “Isn’t it too early?” I squeak. “Just one of the benefits of being at the finest lab in the country.” Cora quips, the words bittersweet on her tongue. “Our technology is years ahead of what’s available in public hospitals.” Climbing onto the raised exam table, I lay back and lift my top, not bothering to change into a gown or cover my clothes with a sheet, I simply expose my flat belly as Cora wheels in an ultrasound on a cart. Within minutes the machine is emitting a strange whoosh woosh woosh, and Cora squirts a dollop of jelly on my tummy. She pressed the wand to my skin, and before long a tiny heartbeat sounds – making me cry all over again. However Cora is frowning deeply. “This is so strange, the baby seems awfully large, but we tested you at your last visit to be sure you weren’t already pregnant.” “What does that mean?” I ask anxiously. “Is the father just a big guy?” “I don’t just mean size – I mean development.” Cora purses her lips and furrows her brows as she studies the images, suddenly looking very worried. She’s whispering now, speaking to herself more than to me. “It doesn’t look human… but that can’t be… it’s not possible.” “What are you talking about?” I inquire, “How can you tell? Isn’t it just a tiny blob?” “As I said, our tech is state of the art. It doesn’t just highlight shapes – it analyzes the molecular structure.” Before she can say another word, the door bursts open, startling us both. To my shock and horror, Dominic Sinclair is standing in the doorframe, glaring at us as if we’ve done something terrible. “What’s the meaning of this?” He demands. “What’s the meaning of this? I repeat in shock, “what’s the meaning of you barging into a private exam?!” “Because,” He declares fiercely, and I swear his eyes are almost glowing with rage. “I can smell my pup.”

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Moana Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves wasn’t easy. Not to mention, my boyfriend Sam, he was just an Omega. As I strolled by a restaurant, sweat trickling down my face. My stomach is killing me. I completely blanked on eating today ’cause I was so wrapped up in searching for a job. The enticing aroma of toast lured me, causing me to turn my head and steal a glimpse inside the restaurant. My eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam！ He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, I toward the restaurant window. This woman was gorgeous — basically a supermodel — and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “You’re cheating on me?” “You’re such a rude woman, you scared off my mate,” Sam grimaced in disgust. My heart felt a pang of pain. Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. Tears streaming down my face, I confronted him, “You cheated on me, you’re such a jerk!” “Control your temper,” he whispered, “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me, and She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week. That’s the biggest company in the world, no kidding! ” He continued, “You can’t even find a job. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street , I thought about what Sam was like when we first met. He had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. I was so angry, about to give the driver a piece of my mind. But when the car window went down, I couldn’t believe who was sitting there. My eyes nearly popped out. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. He looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. He tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood. I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet. Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.

Moana Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me. “Come on,” he said, peering around me to look out the door and onto the street. “It looks like it’s going to rain again. You don’t want to be walking around in the rain, do you?” I didn’t want to walk home in the rain and get more soaked than I already was, so I silently followed Edrick up the stairs. “You’re still wearing those dirty clothes,” Edrick said in a somewhat cold tone of voice as we reached the top of the stairs. “I gave you money to replace them. Why didn’t you use it?” “I may be a human, but I won’t take money from rude and arrogant people who throw cash at me out the window of their car like I’m a beggar on the street.” Edrick looked me up and down for a moment before curtly turning to a woman who stood nearby. She seemed a little older than me and wore a plain black staff uniform. She nodded, turning to me and smiling with one arm outstretched. “Right this way, miss,” she said as Edrick turned and disappeared into the main room of the bar. She leading me upstairs to a private room. As she unlocked the door and opened it, my eyes widened. The room was full of racks of expensive clothing, shoes, and accessories. “What’s this?” I asked, turning to face the woman. “We like to provide the best for our patrons,” the woman replied with a smile. “This room is specially designed for our female patrons to come and freshen up, touch up their makeup, or perhaps change their clothes in the event of a wardrobe malfunction. It’s not normal practice to allow a… human to use our facilities, but seeing as Mr. Morgan owns the majority share of this club, you’re welcome to wear whatever you like. Take your time.” Before I could say anything else, the woman closed the door and left me alone. I looked around at all of the expensive clothes and fine jewelry with a puzzled expression on my face; was Edrick Morgan not so arrogant and cruel as I thought? Did he feel badly about our encounter in the street and wanted to make it up to me, or was this all some sort of sick joke? I eventually emerged from the room wearing a simple black dress that reached my ankles. It was made of a soft silk, with thin straps and a plunging neckline. I also picked out a pair of strappy black heels and a clutch purse. When I came down the stairs with the woman, I felt my heart start to race as I noticed Edrick look up from his table. His eyes lingered on me for a few long moments that felt like an eternity before he looked back to continue his conversation with the other man who was sitting with him. “To compensate for the accident earlier on the street, Mr. Morgan has agreed to cover the expenses of the evening,” the woman said. “That includes any drinks and food you order, as well as the clothes. Please feel free to take a seat at the bar.” I looked down at my dress, feeling my face go a bit hot. Something like this was so far from what I normally wore, and now it was mine? I glanced up to ask the woman if she was sure I could keep the dress, but she was already gone. Swallowing, I walked into the main area and slid up onto one of the barstools. “What would you like to drink?” the bartender said. “Um… Gin and tonic, please,” I replied. The bartender returned with my drink a few moments later. I muttered some words of thanks and swirled the liquid around in my glass as I attempted to settle into my seat and try not to act too out of place. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing sitting all alone?” a male voice suddenly said from beside me. I jumped a bit and turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the bar next to me with a drink in his hand. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a somewhat stocky build, and smelled strongly of whiskey. I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I awkwardly laughed and took a sip of my drink in the hopes that the man would get the hint and leave me alone, but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of kindness in letting me into this bar and paying for everything, I was still uninterested in doing much more than having a drink or two and going home for the night. After finding my boyfriend with another woman, I wasn’t interested in conversation. “Let me buy you another drink,” the man said, leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and tonic. I’ve got plenty of money, being a beta and all; you can have anything you want…” “Oh, I’m fine with this,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the word ‘beta’. “Thanks anyway.” “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck out his hand for me to shake, and when I did, his palm was a bit sweaty. “Moana,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as soon as possible. “Interesting name,” he said. “You know, I’m the Beta of…” My mind went blank as Mark continued to prattle on about his money, his lineage, his multiple vacation homes, this and that… I tried my best to appear polite, but eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ve got to use the restroom,” I said suddenly, interrupting his spiel about which type of yacht was the best. He frowned as I abruptly stood and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, taking a few deep breaths as I leaned on the sink. He was gone when I walked back to my seat. I let out a small sigh of relief as I sat back down, but that relief turned to annoyance when the bartender approached me and handed me a red drink in a cocktail glass, informing me that Mark had paid for it. Sighing, I picked up the glass and looked over my shoulder. Mark was sitting at a corner table, watching me like a hawk; not wanting to cause any sort of fuss, I raised my glass and mouthed the words “Thank you” before turning back and sipping on the drink. As my head started to get light and the room started to swim around me a few minutes later, I realized that taking a drink offered to me by a strange man at the bar was a horrible idea… but I was too far gone already, and as I tried to get up from the bar, I felt myself stumble into a man’s body. “Whoa there,” Mark’s voice said as his arms wrapped around me. “Looks like I need to get you home.” I felt my heart start to race as Mark began to guide me away, too weak and disoriented to tell him no. Just then, as my vision began to fade completely, I felt another hand on my shoulder; cool, and not sweaty like Mark’s. “Where are you taking her?” Edrick’s stern voice said, so low it was almost a growl. “Oh, I’m just taking her home,” Mark stuttered. “S-She had too much to drink. We’re old friends.” “Is this true?” Edrick said, leaning down and coming into view. As his gray eyes locked on mine, all I could do was shake my head. I wasn’t sure what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, I was in Edrick Morgan’s warm embrace in the back of a car. “Where do you live?” he asked. I tried to answer but he stopped me after I mumbled a few unclear words. “I’m taking you to a hotel then.” In my semi-conscious state, the feeling of Edrick’s warm arms around me made my body tingle. “Stay…” I slurred, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And soon, I felt Edrick Morgan, the wealthy and handsome CEO of WereCorp, relax into my touch.

Moana I woke up to sunlight and a fresh, warm summer breeze streaming in through a large set of open French doors. As I cracked my eyes open, the sound of the city street below filled my ears, and the feeling of my throbbing head on a plush pillow alerted me to the fact that I was not in my own bed. Groaning, I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows and scanned the room as flashes of what happened the night before began to flood my mind. I remembered being at the bar, in the silky black dress that I had picked out… I remembered drinking a gin and tonic, and being accosted by a middle-aged man with sinister intentions… Other memories came flooding back, too. I remembered being in the back of a car with a handsome man. His neck was warm and soft as I pressed my lips to it. He tried to hide his arousal at first, but he eventually gave in to his desires as he led me to the elevator that led up to the expensive hotel room he had booked. We made our way to the room, stopping periodically to press our lips together and touch each other’s bodies in the hallway. I remembered how electric his hands felt on my body as he gripped my waist through the silky black dress, and how quickly he removed that dress once we were safely inside the hotel room. He carried me over to the bed while I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, his body pressing into mine as he laid me down on the soft blankets. I clung onto his chest like my life depended on it, fumbling to unbutton his shirt; he eventually became tired of waiting for my clumsy fingers to undo the buttons and did it himself, revealing thick, toned muscles as he pulled his shirt off. We spent the night in ecstasy, moving as one in the moonlit hotel room. As I came to the realization of what happened last night, I slowly turned my head to face the man who laid asleep next to me. Even asleep, the man was still as handsome and sexy as ever, with the sheets pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face get hot and turn red. But… He was Edrick Morgan. He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new boss. I bit my lip and quietly climbed out of bed, searching for my panties. “Ahem.” I spun around with my panties in my hand to see Edrick sitting up in bed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me. Without a word, he stood — making me blush as he completely revealed his nude body — and walked over to where his pants lay on the floor. I quickly pulled my panties and my bra on as he put on his boxer briefs, then watched as he picked up his pants and dug into his pocket for his wallet. “Here,” he said darkly, digging into his wallet and pulling out a thick wad of cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me. “Take it, but keep in mind that this is a one-time deal.” I took a few steps back, my sheepish expression turning to one of anger and resentment. “You… think I’m a prostitute?” I snarled. Edrick merely shrugged and tossed the cash at my feet. “It doesn’t matter if you are or you aren’t,” he said coldly, walking away and pulling his pants on with his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof demeanor last night faded away pretty quickly as soon as I dressed you up and paid for your drinks, so I know what you’re after. Just take the money and leave.” I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “I never wanted your money,” I said, my voice shaking out of anger as I picked the dress up off the ground and put it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would’ve left the dress on the floor, but I had no idea what happened to my stained outfit at this point. “By the way,” Edrick muttered, ignoring what I said and buttoning his shirt with his back still turned to me, “you should learn not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there to save you from that guy. Learn from basic common sense next time.” I paused, gritting my teeth, and pulled the dress on the rest of the way before answering. “You’re just as cold and heartless as they say.” Edrick didn’t answer, and I didn’t care to stick around to see if he would come up with one. With a hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as I fumed, and when I swung the door open, I called over my shoulder one last time. “You can’t just throw money at everyone when you have a guilty conscience,” I growled before walking out and slamming the door behind me. … As soon as I got home, I tore off the dress and the heels and threw them in the corner as the anger over both Sam and Edrick bubbled up inside of me. Frowning and muttering to myself, I stomped over to the fridge in my underwear and pulled out the milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was just about all I had to eat, but the thought of taking Edrick Morgan’s money after a one night stand made me feel worse than going hungry. As I was just about to take my first bite of cereal, my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes, anticipating for it to be Sam trying to beg for me to come back, but squinted when I noticed that it was an unknown number. “Hello?” I said, stirring my cereal with my spoon, half expecting a spam caller to be on the other end. “Good morning. Is this Moana Fowler?” “Yes,” I replied. “My name is Nancy Grace. I’m calling from the Au Pair Agency.” My eyes widened, and I dropped my spoon, not caring as it sank down all the way into the milk. I had been trying to find a nanny job through the Au Pair Agency for months now, but they hadn’t found any suitable work for me yet. It had been so long that I had completely lost hope at this point. “We found an assignment for you,” Nancy said in a sing-song voice. “It’s a full time, live-in position with a single Alpha father. Are you available to make a house call later today to meet the family and complete an interview?” “Y-Yes,” I said, using all of my energy to keep my composure. “I’d be happy to.” “Great,” Nancy replied. “You’re expected at two o’clock today. I’ll text you the address once we end the call.” “Thank you so much,” I replied. “You’re welcome. Oh, and Moana — you should know that you’re not going to be the only candidate for this position. I would recommend taking extra care to make a good first impression; working for this family is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the pay is unparalleled.” I felt my heart sink at Nancy’s words and opened my mouth to ask who the family was, but before I could, Nancy hung up and I was met with silence on the other end. Furrowing my brow at the abrupt end to the call, I set down my phone and stared at it as the notification with the address details popped up on my screen. What sort of family would be paying a nanny so well like this?

Moana I pulled up to the address of the house a couple of hours later wearing a brand new set of clothes. During the time between getting the phone call and arriving, I took out my credit card, which I only used for emergencies, and ran out to buy something new to impress the family. It was just a crisp button-down shirt, tailored pants, and loafers, but as I pulled up to the enormous mansion in the mountains and saw the line of women at the door, I was glad that I had purchased the new clothes. I made sure to double check that the tags on the clothes were hidden, which I had kept on in case I didn’t get the job and would need to return them. As I parked and walked up the pathway to the front entrance and got in line with my resume in my hand, my heart started to pound. My heart started to pound even more when I noticed that women were not only filing into the mansion, but were also coming out with sad and defeated expressions on their faces. One girl, who was very pretty and looked a little younger than me, even had tears streaming down her cheeks as she came out with her resume crumpled up in her hands. Was the employer so awful that he was making these poor women cry during their interviews? As the line got shorter and I slowly made my way inside, I felt a lump rise in my throat. The inside of the house was stunningly beautiful, with dark Tudor-style wainscoting and creaky wooden floors. There was a massive double staircase in the front foyer, which was where the women would go when their names were called — up one side looking excited and confident, and down the other side looking defeated after their interviews. “Name?” a woman’s voice said from in front of me. I looked up to see an older woman with gray hair that was pulled back into a tight, slick bun. She wore a dark blue dress with a high collar that was buttoned all the way up and had a clean gray apron on top that looked like it was freshly ironed. Needless to say, as she stared at me with her thin lips pressed into a straight line, she made me nervous. “Moana Fowler,” I said, feeling my voice crack a bit under the pressure. The woman muttered something to herself and looked down at the clipboard in her hand, making a tick mark next to my name. “You’re human?” she said, shooting me a somewhat disgusted look. I nodded. “Very well. Take a seat.” I walked over to the area where other women were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat quietly and mulled over my potential responses to interview questions in my head. My train of thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In all my years of being a governess, I have never — and I mean never — met such a cruel little thing.” The room fell silent as the woman marched out, followed by a few other women who must have decided that whatever waited for them upstairs wasn’t worth it. I, along with several others, decided to take the risk; I really needed this job, regardless of the child’s behavior. The children at the orphanage I volunteered at absolutely loved me, even the difficult ones, and I was certain that I could find the good side in this child, too. I sat there for hours while I waited for my turn to have my interview, and eventually, as the sun went down and I sank into the plush armchair, I found myself involuntarily nodding off. My night out with Mr. Edrick Morgan left me more exhausted than I was willing to admit. “Moana Fowler.” I jumped, awoken abruptly as the stern woman from before called my name and looked up to see her standing over me. “Oh! I’m sorry,” I said, sitting upright and nervously wiping a bit of drool off of the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is it my turn?” I looked around to see that the waiting room was completely empty. “Go home,” the woman said sternly, stepping away from me and gesturing toward the door. “But… I haven’t had my interview,” I said frantically, standing with my resume clutched in my hand. “I’m sorry I dozed off, but it’s been hours–” “Ella doesn’t wish to see any more candidates,” she interrupted. “Especially not young, pretty girls such as yourself.” I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I shook my head vehemently. “No,” I pleaded, “please let me see her. I promise you won’t regret it if you just give me a chance.” The woman stared at me for several painfully long moments before sighing. “Fine,” she said, turning and starting to ascend the stairs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I excitedly followed the woman up the stairs, where she silently led me down a wide hallway that was lined with large, ornate wooden doors. Finally, we stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. She opened the door and let me in without a word. “I told you I’m tired!” a small voice growled from behind a high-backed chair that faced the empty fireplace. “I don’t want to see anyone else!” “Well, I’d like to see you,” I said softly, stepping toward the chair. A small head of blonde hair poked out from behind the chair and glared at me, appraising me, for several moments as I stood in the middle of the room. Suddenly, as if my appearance didn’t meet her standards, the little girl leaped out of her seat and rushed toward me, her childish face twisted into an angry snarl and her werewolf fangs bared. Between the mop of messy blonde hair poked two pointed little ears on either side of her head, which twitched backward aggressively. I stood my ground and stared down at the little ball of fury, which only became more furious as I continued to ignore her displays of aggression. “Why aren’t you running like the rest?!” she shouted, her high-pitched voice turning into a squeal. I crouched down to meet the little girl’s gaze. Her hair had fallen into her eyes. I slowly extended my hand to brush it away; she flinched, growling and baring her teeth, but let me do it when I persisted, revealing sparkling blue eyes. “You’re very pretty,” I said softly, watching intently as the little girl’s ears pricked up and her lips slowly closed. “What’s your name?” She paused, staring at the floor, and when she spoke her face was still pointed down at it. “Ella.” “Nice to meet you, Ella,” I said. “My name is Moana. Can I ask why you want to scare me away?” “My daddy is a handsome and rich man,” she said, her voice now a whisper. “All of the young and pretty girls like you just want to work for him so they can marry him and take his money. No one wants to be here for me. I told Ms. Selina that I didn’t want to see anyone else, but she brought you instead.” I paused for a moment, feeling tears prick at the backs of my eyes at the little girl’s words. “You know,” I said softly, holding out my hand with my palm up and feeling the dread lift out of my stomach as Ella touched my fingers, “I was an orphan when I was your age. I understand what it’s like to not feel wanted.” “Really?” Ella said, looking up at me with wonder on her face. “You’re not here to steal my daddy away?” I shook my head, holding back laughter as I thought about how silly it would be for a wealthy Alpha werewolf to be interested in me, a human. “No,” I said gently. “I’m here for you.” Ella and I both looked up as we heard the door creak open. I looked over my shoulder, still crouching, to see the woman from before standing in the doorway. “It’s past your bedtime, Ella,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her. “I want this one,” Ella said, walking cheerfully past me and skipping out the door as if she hadn’t just been threatening to bite my face off. The old woman — Selina, as I had discovered her name was — cast me a disbelieving look, her eyes narrowing as she sized me up. “Hmph,” she said under her breath once Ella was out of earshot. “What did you do to make her choose you?” I shrugged. “Finding a common ground is a powerful thing,” I said, following Selina from the room. When we got downstairs, Selina opened the front door to let me out. “We have your address on file, and a car will be waiting for you first thing in the morning to take you to sign your contract and begin your first day. Be ready at six o’clock sharp, and not a moment later.” Smiling, I nodded and walked past Selina with a light feeling in my body despite her curt attitude, then paused and turned around to face her. “What was the father’s name, by the way?” I asked. Selina pursed her lips and looked at me coldly. “You’ll receive the details once you sign your contract,” she said, promptly closing the door in my face and leaving me alone on the doorstep.

Moana I woke up at 4:30 the next morning. Because today was the first day of the job that would change my life, and I had to be perfect. The clock struck 5:59, I saw a black car slowly pulling up out front. I practically flew out of my apartment and down the stairs so that I was opening the car door by 6:00 sharp. The driver pulled the car away from the curb and started heading down the street. “We’ll be stopping to sign your contract with the lawyer first,” Selina with a modicum of disgust on her wrinkled face. “Then, you’ll get a tour of the penthouse apartment . I suspect you won’t be needing to return to your old home to collect your things?” “Well, I have some clothes and things there–” “Your employer will supply you with anything you need, I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time and energy on such a move.” I nodded, clutching the tiny silver locket around my neck. That locket was the only sentimental thing I owned. “Very well,” Selina said. We spent the next several minutes of the car trip in complete silence. The driver eventually pulled the car over in front of a brownstone with large bay windows with a sign over the door that read “William Brown, Esq.” Selina got out of the car without a word and started for the door, she rapped on the door with the brass knocker. The door swung open a few moments later, and a young woman led us in. The office smelled like a sickly combination of mahogany and burnt coffee, and it was eerily quiet. The woman only shut the door behind us and gestured toward a half-open door at the end of a short hallway. When we entered, there was an old man sitting behind an enormous wooden desk. He was asleep. “Wake up, William!” “What? Oh!” the old man exclaimed with a start as he was unceremoniously awoken. William putting on his glasses with shaking old hands as he opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of documents. “You’ll just have to sign this basic contract and an NDA.” he said. I leaned forward and picked up the pen, scanning over the contract. My eyebrows raised as I noticed a couple of interesting clauses thrown in: one mentioned that I was not allowed to become romantically involved with my employer at any point, and another stated that I was prohibited from becoming pregnant with my employer’s child without permission. “Um… What are these clauses for?” I asked, pointing to them. William leaned over and glanced at them, then waved his hand dismissively. “All very standard.” “But I–” “Just sign the agreement,” Selina growled under her breath. “Unless you think you will break the clauses…” I quickly scrawling my signature down on the dotted line and sliding the contract back to William. “I would never. I was just curious.” “Well, that’s finished,” she said, “Let’s go, Moana.” We arrived at the location where I would be working and living a few minutes later. It was vastly different from the Tudor-style mountain mansion I had visited the day before, but equally as massive and beautiful. Ella was waiting for us when we arrived. She looked much more put-together and far less feral than the night before, wearing a prim baby blue dress with ruffles and a bow in her hair. Much to mine and Selina’s surprise, Ella threw her arms around me in a tight hug and then took my hand, leading me away from Selina and around the massive apartment on a tour. Ella’s bedroom alone was bigger than my old apartment. Finally, after she introduced me to the twin maids, Lily and Amy, Ella led me to what would be my room. “This is your room!” she said, pushing open a large set of double doors with her tiny hands. I stifled a gasp as I saw how spacious and beautiful it was, with even a small balcony that overlooked the city below. “This is… mine?” I asked, unable to contain my disbelief. “Mm-hmm,” Ella said, climbing up on the bed and bouncing a bit. “Come feel the bed!” I walked over to the bed and sat down next to Ella. “Wow, it is bouncy,” I said, to which Ella giggled and flopped onto her back, arms outstretched. “So, can you tell me anything about your parents?” I asked. “Do you have a mom?” Ella shook her head, still laying back and staring up at the ceiling. “Nope. I never met my mom. She died when I was born.” “Oh,” I replied, my voice faltering. “I’m sorry.” Ella merely sat up and shrugged, “It’s okay. I’m happy with just my daddy. He’s always nice to me… I just wish he could spend more time with me.” Looking around, I sighed and said, “I bet he really loves you.” Hand in hand, Ella and I strolled into the living room, feeling so damn lucky. Ella was just so adorable. That’s when I heard the front door click open. “Daddy!” Ella yelled. I took a deep breath and stood, smoothing down my shirt and quickly fixing my hair as I prepared to meet my employer for the first time. “Hey, princess. Did you have a good day?” My eyes widened as I heard his voice. Turned out, he was my freaking boss!

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Fiona I hurried down the corridor toward Baron’s hotel room, dragging my wedding dress’s heavy layers. Irritation rolls off my skin like a thick fog. Who disappeared before their wedding rehearsal? Especially with all the guests the wedding had attracted. It wasn’t every day the daughter of the Alpha from the Red Moon pack married the son of the Alpha from the Blue Moon pack. I reached Baron’s hotel room, and a female voice rose to my sensitive ears. “Oh honey, you’re awesome. I’m going to be pregnant with your cubs!” I blinked hard with confusion. Was I at the wrong room? I tugged my dress up and pulled my phone out from the silk garter on my thigh, and checked the email with all the hotel rooms and who they were assigned to. I looked at the gold plate with thick black numbers reading 505 on the door. It was Baron’s room. I put my phone back and p ushed the handle down, and to my surprise, the door opened without a key card. I peered in, and there on the sofa was my fiancé exercising his passion vigorously with another woman. Her hair was in long waves the color of sunlight, and her skin was smooth and unmarked, like a caramel treat. Baron was eating her up. My jaw dropped in disbelief. He was having an affair the day before our wedding. Betrayal cooled my blood from my head to the soles of my feet. The walls that held my emotions fell, and anger heated the blood in my veins. I clenched my fists, snapped my jaw closed, and straightened my spine, doing my best to hold back my anger. I was a Luna. Baron and I belonged to a family marriage, or what some called an arranged marriage. We grew up together, and I knew very early that I would be his wife. As the daughter of an Alpha, my marriage was a tool to develop a stronger pack. Like many aristocrats, I received an elite education with no fun and no friends. Nevertheless, I was a perfect Luna. In fact, I outscored many males in school, in class, and in combat. Clearly, that meant little to Baron and afforded me no respect. I did not choose my groom but I was going to have the perfect wedding and Baron was trying to take that away from me. I poured over all the details of this wedding to ensure it would be perfect. And he was mess it up with his disappearing act to play with another woman. I don’t make a scene; too many guests are attending the wedding rehearsal in the main hall. So, I silently closed the door, having not been seen. I glanced down the corridor to see who was mingling near the main hall. No one was there. If I don’t arrive with Baron soon, people would ask questions. I fidgeted with the top ruffle of my dress, trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. I dropped the ruffle and crossed my arms under my chest. I leaned into my right hip. My fiancé was topless, with bruises, bites, and scratch marks covering his body. His black hair was loose and skimming his shoulders. “Don’t you think you should explain something to me?” I said, cold and calm, raising a thin eyebrow at him. I pointed to a bite mark on his shoulder. “But let’s face it. There’s no good explanation for that.” Baron’s black eyes looked at me in disgust, his tone impatient, “I’m tired of your cold attitude toward me. We have known each other since childhood. I thought by now, with our wedding tomorrow, you would show some hint of fondness toward me. But look at you. Even now,” He ran a hand over the marks, “with this before you, you’re a cold, emotionless robot. It disgusts me.” “You want me to care about you? To desire you when I was never given a choice.” I run a hand over my silver hair pinned up in curls. “How can I care about you when you have an affair the day before our wedding?” “Wedding?” Baron sneered, “There will be no wedding. I won’t marry you. Lily is the one I love. Not you.” I exploded with anger and slapped Baron across the face as hard as I could without full-on punching him. “You bastard!” My teeth clenched. “You can’t do this to me. It will bring me dishonor. This wedding is about our packs becoming stronger. Not if we love each other.” His eyes grow round, astonished. I heaved my long skirt up and turned to leave. The wedding has captured so much attention for the strength the union would bring, but now the nobles would talk about it for an entirely different reason now. I held back the tears that stung my eyes, maintained my composure, walked past the main hall, and finally returned to my hotel room. I grabbed the whiskey provided by the hotel for every room and chugged. First, it burned my throat, and next, my stomach. I never drank. I didn’t know how to face my father. Lying on the bed in a sea of ruffles, I watched the room slowly spin. My leg vibrated several times before I realized it was my phone in the garter. I blinked at the phone. It was too bright, and I could hardly focus on it. It was a text message from my only friend, Nina. I sat up and read her text. Nina: Where are you? Everyone is looking for you. I tried to get my thumbs to work right. Me: Drunk in my room. Nina: Without me! Not cool. Why are you drunk? Me: Baron called off the wedding. Nina: What for? Me: I am cold and heartless. Nina: What a jerk. I didn’t like him anyway. You are better off without him. Hold on. I have to text someone else quickly. I dropped the phone and peered at myself in the room’s wall mirror. Half my curls had fallen around my face. The silver of my hair made the blue in my eyes glow. I glanced at the dress, squeezing my body too tight. I pushed to my feet and swayed. My fingers searched for the stupid zipper, and I yanked it down. The dress fell to the floor, and I kicked it. “I didn’t really like you anyway, so there.” I sighed, again looking at myself. Why didn’t Baron care about me? Am I not desirable? My body was lean, with tight cords of muscle. I worked out every day fighting males in my pack. Every day I showed them I was worthy of being their Luna. I ran a hand over a few of my scars. My body wasn’t smooth and unmarked like the woman that had been with Baron. My phone vibrated and lit up. Nina: I called a Call Boy for you? He has an eight-pack of abs and skin the color of wheat. He can give you everything you want! He is right here in the hotel. Room number 705! Go have some fun. Unlike other nobles, Nina was a deviant, and I love her for it. Usually, I would have ignored this message. But after what Baron said today, I picked up the phone and replied to the message. Me: Okay. I wore the sexy dress Nina forced me to bring and walked toward room 705. Bumping into a wall here and there, and then a table I finally made it to the Call Boy’s room, where the door was partly opened. Curious about what a golden God looked like, I opened the door further and poked my head in. The wooden door creaked loudly, and I paused. A moment later, a half-naked man wrapped in a towel appeared. As Nina said, the man was very handsome. He was a foot taller than me and powerfully built. My body hummed with desire. Wow. He is way sexier than Baron. I smiled and tiptoed my fingers up his hard chest to lace them into shaggy golden hair. His eyes were as golden as the rest of him, like warm honey I wanted to lick. Unable to resist my growing desire, I pushed him deeper into the room. “Time to do your job, boy, make me fun.”

Fiona The door clicked closed behind me. The rigid plate of muscle under my fingertips flexed, and my wrists were firmly clamped by large hands and pulled away from the beautiful body I wanted to lick. A deep rich voice caused my blood to hum with delight. “Hold on there. Who are you?” The Call Boy held my arms out wide, and his warm honey gaze slowly and seductively glided downward, lingering at my breast and then hips. A whistle sounded smoothly into the air, and I shivered. “You’re something to look at, aren’t you. But I think you are in the wrong room.” I twisted against his hold instinctively, sidestepped him, and shoved him back over my leg. Surprised, he stumbled to the floor and peered up at me. A handsome smile broke across the sharp plains of his face making him look young and playful. I gasped and covered my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” The words came out in a slur hiccup, and I blinked. Wow. I’m drunk. I giggled to myself and then snorted. I shook my head, the remaining pins fell free, and my hair tumbled down my back. The Call Boy on the floor rose to an elbow. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and seen.” He reaches a large hand toward my thigh and caressed it. Sexy? Baron never called me sexy or even tried to put the moves on me. Anytime I wanted to show him an interest in having sex, he refused me. A girl can only be rejected so many times before she starts to think something is wrong with her. The Call Boy’s hand skimmed under the edge of the short blue sequined dress from Nina. His rough hand caused my heart to jolt and my pulse to pound. I ran a hand through my hair and licked my lips. My wolf was just under my skin, urging me to act. Encouraging me to feel everything. I shoved the call boy to the floor with my bare foot. He didn’t resist. He placed his hand behind his head and watched me. I liked it. I knelt and straddled his waist. Shimming the dress up. “I don’t know who you are, but I am happy to assist you in any way.” The Call Boy’s smile grew larger, taking up his entire face. It made my toes curl, and I melted a little. I touched his lips, wondering if they were as soft as they looked. A fire ignited in his eyes, and I wanted to feel all of him. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his chest. Then I realized his chest and torso were littered with scars resembling fang marks and slashes. Just as I began to wonder how he had gotten such wounds, he pulled off his towel and then gripped my hips, rubbing the strength of his desire between my legs. All thoughts vanished only to reveal the heat of passion. I rocked my hips against him. He sat up and unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head. Breast freed, he placed light kisses over them. Next, he rolled me onto my back, where he gently pulled off my panties. He leaned back, watching me again. My body arched toward him, needing him. Slowly he covered my body with his. He went to kiss me, and I turned my head so then he kissed my neck, moving lower and lower. I moaned as he left trails of fire under my skin. My core tightened, and I pressed into him, needing more than he gave me. I gripped his hips and placed the tip of his passion where I needed him most. Slowly he entered my wet heat, and I moaned. Initially, the rhythm was slow and seductive, but desire rose swiftly and forcibly. I held on to his broad shoulders as he lifted me from the floor and leaned me against the wall driving deep. My nails dug into his skin, holding him firmly in place. I met his thrusts with my own desire. Together we tumbled over the edge of ecstasy and release. Panting, I leaned against him, all my energy spent. He carried me to a large bed covered in golden silks. He really was a golden God. Stretched out beside me, he grinned. “Did that meet expectations?” “Oh yes.” My eyes grew heavy, and sleep was a breath away when a faint voice entered my mind. “What is your name?” A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Fiona.” Sunlight baths my skin, and I wiggled against the sheets. Every part of my body screams at me not to move. I blinked against the light and tried to work through the fog in my mind. Where the hell am I, and why am I naked? I carefully sat up and rubbed my eyes. As the room came into focus and the large golden male next to me, I bit my lips and remembered our time together. I wanted to reach out and touch him to make sure last night was real, but the day’s weight hit. My wedding day. I didn’t tell my parents about Baron calling off the wedding. I prayed he told everyone, so I didn’t have to. Where is my phone? Everyone is going to be freaking out. What was I thinking coming here? Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t. I slipped off the bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, cleaned up, and dressed. When I came out, a sigh took hold. It was a great night. I put a pile of money and a note on a small table by the door. That read, “Thanks for all the fun. Keep the tip.” Careful not to be seen by anyone, I got to my room, where I found Nina lying on the bed reading a magazine wearing tight jeans and a crop top. Her short blue hair is now fire red. “So, how was the call boy I set up for you?” An unwelcome blush crept into my cheeks, and I searched for my phone. There are over fifty-five texts from my family and Baron’s. Crap. I hurried into the bathroom, stripped, and jumped into the shower, not wanting to discuss my bad choices. The toilet lid dropped, and Nina’s voice rang out. “Your sad, pathetic fiancé told the Blue and Red Moon packs this morning at the wedding breakfast he was calling off the wedding. Told everyone he was in love with some Omega, Lily. Can you believe he really thinks he can call off the wedding?” I peeked past the shower curtain. “At least he told everyone, so I didn’t have to. My father is going to skin me alive.” Nina’s heart-shaped face grew serious. “So, how was the top male escort I picked? I was going for the opposite of Baron, large and muscular, not tall and skinny?” An image of the call boy’s well-developed body took hold, and I sighed. He was beautiful. Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from outside the hotel room. Nina popped up to have a look. She opened the room door to see what was happening. With a towel wrapped around me, I glanced down the hall behind her. The hotel manager rushed past, looking disoriented. Nina leaned against the door frame and whispered, “I wonder if it is Alpha Alexander. I heard he lives here.” “Really? I thought he was off fighting the vampires that were trying to take over the outer rim of King Pack. He is never seen in public unless he is fighting with his wolves. He is supposedly wild, grotesque, and terrifying.” “Or maybe for once, your father has your back, and he is beating the crap out of Baron for calling off the wedding.” I rolled my eyes. “Wishful thinking,’ I say. “I met this sexy guy yesterday in the lobby, and he accidentally let it slip that he is Alexander’s beta and best friend. The Alpha King is getting old and weak. So Alpha Alexander will announce that he is returning to take the throne.” Nina closed the door, and I dug for a change of clothes. I needed to read all the texts and see how much trouble I was in. Nina held up her phone. There is a photo of a side profile of a large man that is very blurry. I stared at it, feeling like I had seen this person somewhere before, but I was too worried about my family to care about the picture.

Fiona Having changed into smart-looking black slacks and a pale blue blouse, I sat down to read all my texts. Many spoke of the shame I brought the Red Moon pack. Anger twisted in my chest. I hadn’t called off the wedding Baron had. I had been ready and willing to fulfill the wedding contract my father had set with Baron’s pack. If anyone should be ashamed, it should be Baron. He could have kept Lily as a mistress as most alphas did, but instead, he had chosen love over the obligation to his pack. I didn’t understand it at all. There was never a time when a male tempted me to turn away from my duty as a Luna. After about the twentieth text from my father, I stopped reading, feeling empty and numb. I put on oversized sunglasses and a floppy-brimmed hat and told Nina goodbye. I kept my head down as I checked out at the front desk. The grand reception hall I had so expertly decorated yesterday with silk, lace, and lights emptied out one Tulip floral arrangement at a time. My heart ached at all the work that had gone into designing the hall, and I pressed my lips. I peered around, hoping not to run into anyone, but to my surprise, the lobby was as empty and cold as my chest. When I returned home, my parents and younger brother, Liam, were waiting in the living room. I hurried past them, going straight to my room, but my father caught my arm in his meaty grip. I dropped my bags. “Don’t you run past me, young lady. It is unacceptable. You are a Luna. You have explaining to do,” says my father sternly. “What is there to explain? Baron called off the wedding.” I tugged my arm free. Red marks are already forming. I placed a mask of indifference upon my face. I will not let him see how his words cut me. “You disappeared before the wedding rehearsal. Everyone started to ask questions. That kind of behavior is damaging to the family’s reputation and to your brother. I am an Alpha; I must have control of my family.” In an even tone, I say, “Father, Baron didn’t show up to the rehearsal, or did you not notice? I went to go find him. How does that look poorly upon Liam or you? When I found Baron with another woman, he said the wedding was off. So I went to my room. What else could I do?” “You should have come to me. I should not have found out the day of the wedding at breakfast with everyone else. As if I was some Omega.” “Father, he doesn’t want to marry me. Please let it go. We can find another pack to form an alliance with.” My father’s face darkened with disgust. I took a step back. “Do not speak to me about forming a different alliance. You have no idea what this alliance means to our pack. No low Omega will break the alliance.” My eyes narrowed. “Did you already know about Baron and Lily’s affair?” He turned his back to me and locked his hands behind it. “You did.” “Some Alphas have one or two lovers among the nobles. It is a normal thing. If you didn’t want to share him, you should have kept a better eye on him.” I clenched my teeth. “I don’t care if he has a mistress. I know my duty to my pack. But Baron loves her. He doesn’t want me at all. Not as a lover or a Luna. There is nothing I can do.” “We can find another alliance,” cries my mother across the room. Pushing to her feet to come to stand beside my father. “No, we can’t. She must marry Baron.” He walked past my mother. “Without the support of the Blue Moon pack, Liam can’t maintain his position as the new Alpha.” My mother grew pale and sat back down on the couch. Not making another sound. My brother frowned at the news of his father’s confession. “You will marry Baron. I have already spoken with his father. If he does not marry you he will be turned away from the Blue Moon pack and then you will marry his cousin.” My father turned and glared at me. My blue eyes dig into his matching ones. “No.” A screaming pain rips through my mind, and I can’t breathe. I staggered back, grabbing my head. I knew it was my father’s Alpha control. I tried to fight him, but it only brought more pain. It was no use. I couldn’t push his hold over me away. He stood over me and growled low. “You will marry Baron whether he loves someone else or not. The wedding is already rescheduled for two weeks from now. So you will be there at the altar looking poised and perfect.” My mother was at my father’s side. She rested a hand on his forearm but didn’t say a word. My father’s alpha control is released. And I pulled in a breath. That is the first time he used his power against me, and my heart broke. He didn’t care that Baron didn’t want me as a lover or a Luna. I didn’t care about being Baron’s lover. But I was one of the strongest Lunas among the nobles. I had done everything to ensure my pack’s well-being, and my parents not understanding that, disappointed me in a way I could not recover from. I picked up my bags and walked to my room. I could not respect those who did not see my value. I was done listening to my family. Third-person In the presidential suite on the hotel’s top floor, the hotel manager wiped the cold sweat from his brow while apologizing to the man sitting on the couch before him. The handsome man had a pile of money on the table and held a note up to the manager’s face. “I don’t want to hear an apology. I just want to know who the girl was that came to my room yesterday,” he said, looking irritated. He pointed at the money. “She thought I was a call boy.” “I searched through the hotel database and found one guest named Fiona. She was here for her wedding,” said the manager. “Wedding,” cried the handsome man. “Yes, sir, she is from the Red Moon pack and was supposed to marry into the Blue Moon pack.” “What do you mean supposed to marry? Did something happen?” The manager cleared his throat and adjusted his bowtie. He took a step closer to the handsome man. “The wedding was canceled this morning but was then rescheduled a few hours later for two weeks from now.” “I see. Thank you, you can go.” After the manager left, a lean, tall male entered the room. Hair as black as night, a warrior’s braid running down the center, the sides cut to the skin. “So, what now, Alex?” said the man, leaning against the wall biting into an apple. “Are you looking for revenge against the Red Moon pack so soon? We have only been home for a few days. I hoped to have a little fun before another war broke out.” He took another bite of the apple. “For a beta, Kayden, you sure are a whiner.” Alexander pushed to his feet and read the note for the tenth time. He inhaled the scent that lingered on the note. His body hardened like a rock. All he could think about was last night and the woman that had broken into his room, looking sexy as hell in that dress and all that silver hair. His wolf form pushed at his skin, wanting to shift. Alexander pushed his wolf urges down. He scrubbed a hand down his face. The Red Moon pack’s Alpha had conspired with the king’s father’s mistress, Scarlet, to persuade Alexander’s father, King Alpha, to send him to fight against the vampires. So that he might die and Alexander’s half-brother, Lucas, could gain the throne. After Alexander had been sent away, his mother, Queen Luna died, and he didn’t get to say goodbye. Alex scented the note one last time, all hope of meeting that girl again crumpled with the paper in his hand. He tossed it to the floor. Fiona was a Red Moon Luna.

Fiona I spent my days leading to the eve of my wedding clearing up grievances among the pack or in combat training with Nina. Desperate to work off my frustration about being forced to marry a man that didn’t respect my Luna status. I shot in low at Nina’s hips, lifting her off the ground and onto her back. I circled and pinned her shoulders to the mat, but I felt weak. She wiggled and kicked out of my hold. She spun into a roundhouse kick and landed it squarely onto my jaw. I went down hard. The world blinked in and out around me. I rubbed my jaw. Ouch. Nina had never gotten the drop on me before. I was faster and stronger than her, so why was I laying on the mat disoriented? I tried to remember if I had eaten breakfast. No, I had felt sick. I sat up. Sick! Werewolves rarely fell ill. I recalled the last few days and realized my energy levels were in a slow decline. I ran my hands over my hair. What is happening? Nina bounced over and sat beside me. She shoved me in the shoulder. “I nailed you. You didn’t even duck or try to. What’s that all about?” “I . . . I don’t know. I feel so tired. And . . . I think I’m sick.” Nina’s gray eyes went round. “Sick. Werewolves don’t get sick.” Nina was quiet for a minute, then turned to sit directly in front of me. She took my shoulders in both hands. The look of concern on her face caused me to frown. “Come on, Nina, I’m not going to die. I’m just off. I’m sure it’s because of the wedding.” “Don’t freak out. But . . . by chance, did you use protective measures with the call boy?” “Of course,” I said. “Maybe. I was drunk.” I swallowed hard, recalling the events of that night. I buried my face in my hands. “No. No, I didn’t. What is wrong with me? I know better than that. Oh, God. Do you think I could be pregnant?” Fear struck hard and fast. Nina rubbed my back and looked away. Nobles pursued pure bloodlines and did not allow the existence of illegitimate children. Unwed pregnancies were considered a shameful existence. Only children born to married couples who had undergone the marking ceremony could be considered blessed by the Moon Goddess. I can’t be pregnant, it would ruin me. No Luna status would help me. My heart beat fast, and my wolf pushed under my skin. I want to shift. I want to run away. But I don’t. I had to stay calm. I’m a Luna. I don’t know anything yet, so no reason to panic. Nina rose and pulled me with her. “Come on. We have to go to a doctor.” “How? My father has been watching me. He thinks I will run off at any moment and dishonor him.” Nina and I walked toward the main house of the villa. “It is the day before the wedding. I’ll tell him we’re going to get our nails done. A Luna must look perfect on her wedding day, right?” To avoid suspicion, I wore a loose dress, pulled my recognizable hair into a high bun and placed a large hat over it. Nina did the same. Before we walked out the front door, she slipped glasses onto my face as well. My father sat on the living room couch reading the newspaper. He peered over the top of it and stared questioningly. I smiled sweetly and hurried out, surprised he didn’t stop us. Just to be safe, Nina and I entered the Half Moon pack territory that neighbored my families territory to the east. Scheduling an appointment, I used a false name to see the doctor. Alone in the closet size room, I sat on the table not able to breathe. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” said the doctor with a smile. I didn’t look up. “Run another test.” “But we already ran two tests?” I looked up, tightening my fingers on the edge of the table. “Do it again.” The doctor nodded and walked out. I couldn’t keep this child. Once my father found out, I would be expelled from the pack. The power of the Red Moon pack was great, and if I offended my father, no pack would accept me. The doctor came back in. This time his enthusiasm was gone. “You are pregnant.” A tear ran down my cheek, and I wiped it away. “Do you want to abort the child?” I tried to reply, with a “yes,” but it was impossible to get the word out. I knew it was what I should do. Had to do, yet, I could not take the life of a child that had done nothing wrong. “No. I will keep the baby. Thank you.” “You can get dressed,” said the doctor and left. There had to be a way to hide the pregnancy long enough to have the baby and take it somewhere safe to find a home where I could be part of its life. But how could I do that? When I walked out to the waiting room Nina popped up out of her seat. We locked eyes and she hurried over and gave me a hug. “It will be okay. We will figure it out,” she says. On the way back to the car, I caught a glimpse of someone that seemed to be following us. I got into the car. “Nina, back there.” I pointed over her shoulder. “That blonde woman. See if she follows us. Sure enough, when we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, the woman followed. Nina took a right, then sped through two lights and took a left. The car with the woman was gone. “Who do you think that was?” Nina asks. “I don’t know. But whoever it was, she knew I was at the doctors. We have to go to the hotel. I want to talk to the Call Boy.” My stomach rolled and I fought the urge to get sick. I rolled down the window for fresh air. “Why? How is it going to help? He is a call boy. You can’t marry him. You’re a Red Moon Luna.” My head dropped back, and I growled. “I know that. But if I keep this baby and anyone finds out I wouldn’t be a Red Moon Luna anymore. It wouldn’t matter who I married. I have to have a plan B. Maybe he is it.” Nina stared at me, and I knew she knew I was right. “There will be people we know at the hotel. The wedding is tomorrow,” she said, looking grim. “I have to talk to him.” “Fine. But I think it is a bad idea.” At the front desk, Nina asked for the same call boy she had requested before. As they walked to the room together, I started to shake. What was I doing? Talking to this guy wasn’t going to help anything. At the door, Nina knocked loudly and the door swings open. “Hello, ladies. How can I serve you?” The young man had golden hair but was the same height as me. There were no scars on his upper body at all and his eyes were dark brown. I’m stunned into silence. Nina pokes the man in the chest. “Listen here, buddy, don’t you use protection when dealing with drunk women?” I took her finger off his chest. “That’s not him.” “What do you mean? That’s not him. This is the guy. Look, abs, gold hair, nice shoulders. Just like I said.” I moved Nina behind me. “I’m so sorry for bothering you. Have a good day.” The guy shrugged and then closed the door. “If he isn’t the guy who is?” “Not him,” I said confused. We walked toward the elevators and I rubbed my temples trying to remember how I had gotten to the Call Boy’s room. “I must have gone to the wrong room.” “Great. What do you want to do? We can’t just wander around. One of the guests for tomorrow will see us.” Frustrated, we got in the elevator, and I hit the next level. “I have to find something familiar.” It wasn’t until they reached the top floor of the hotel that the decor seemed to match my memory of that night. “I remember bumping into that table. I stubbed my toe because I didn’t have shoes on.” Finally, we stood in front of a dark door. The room number was 905, and then it clicked. “I mistakenly took the 9 for a 7.” I took a deep breath, trying my best to remain calm, and then knocked on the door. “Coming, wait a moment!” came a voice from inside the room, and the door handle began to turn. The door opened slowly.

Fiona My breath caught when the door opened. There was a round little man in a hotel staff uniform. “How can I help you?” I couldn’t speak. Nina pushed me aside. “I’m looking for my friend. He was staying in this room about two weeks ago?” “This is a residential suite. We don’t rent it out. You must have the wrong floor.” The staff member started to close the door in Nina’s face. She shot out a hand to stop him. We need to talk to whoever lives here?” The staff member pushed her fingers off the door. “I can’t release personal information. You can check with the front desk to see if they can help you.” The door clicked closed. I stood in the hotel hallway for a long time, feeling numb. Nina looked like a bomb had gone off on her. “Great. Just great.” “Nina, it’s okay. I’ll figure something out,” I said, taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm, but the room was spinning before my eyes. Nina hugged me tightly as we walked back towards the elevator. I rested my head against her shoulder and we both sighed. The price of one night of reckless abandon was far greater than I could have ever imagined. I had slept with a stranger and was now carrying his child. “How can this be okay?” Nina’s eyes widened in disbelief. Being unmarried and pregnant was a great shame for nobility, and if anyone found out, my vain father would likely banish me from the pack just to save face. If I became a rogue, my unborn child would have no chance of survival. I put my hand on my flat belly and made a resolution to do whatever it takes to keep this secret hidden. The next day I sat in front of the mirror, watching the makeup artist prepare me for the wedding disinterestedly. My father had taken control over my mind and body. I couldn’t resist him. I was just a puppet at his mercy. With my silver hair once again pinned up in loose curls and my makeup perfectly placed. The makeup artist exclaimed, “You look beautiful. Baron is a lucky dog.” I nodded kindly at her and walked out of the room toward the most beautiful garden in all of King Pack. With all the cherry blossoms opened in their pale pinks and whites it had been the ideal setting for every noble’s wedding for generations. The layers of my dress rustled against the grass and the breeze cooled my hot skin. To think only a few weeks ago I was in this dress headed this very way to practice saying my vows when Baron had come up missing. So much had changed in such a short time. The wedding had been canceled, rescheduled and now I was pregnant by another man. The girl that had last worn this dress seemed a million miles away. Now here I am walking past Baron in a handsome tuxedo holding another woman in a dark corner of the garden. Lily was crying, looking pitiful and helpless, and Baron comforted her with a pained expression. When Baron noticed me, he looked resentful. His marriage was also related to his position as heir. Although Baron didn’t want me, he didn’t dare contradict his father. Baron was embarrassed and his expression twisted with anger. However, Lily gave a strange smile and a sick feeling washed over me. “Don’t think you’ve won yet. Just wait, the real show is yet to come,” she said, her voice firm and cold. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me, but the next second Lily pulled Baron along and they walked away. I tried to push down my feelings of unease and walked with a furrowed brow towards the end of the path where the ceremony would begin, and I would find my father waiting. My father appeared and pulled the wedding veil over my face. As the music sounded and my father and I began to walk toward the rows of guests, gasps of amazement sounded all around. My father enjoyed the flattery of others and squeezed my hand pleased. I couldn’t help but find it a bit ironic that it was only in public settings like this that my father was willing to show any affection towards me. As I took my place across from Baron, my father and Baron’s gave short speeches about the union of these two packs and how things would be better together. Lily suddenly burst across the garden in front of my father. “No. No. Fiona cannot marry Baron. She is not qualified to become the next Luna of the Blue Moon pack.” Baron reached out and pulled her away from the Alphas. “Fiona is pregnant, but the child isn’t Baron’s. I have evidence! ” “……！” My heart jumped into my throat. Did he hear me? No, that’s impossible! I checked everything, and I know Nina won’t betray me. My body began to tremble involuntarily, and my palms were sweaty. I bit my lower lip hard, trying to calm myself down and stay composed. “I don’t believe you,” said, my father. “Baron, drag Lily away.” “You may not believe me, but the doctor that saw her is here. He can tell you.” Lily pointed to a man in the back row. My father snapped his fingers and two of his betas took hold of the man in question. I suddenly understood everything. It was the doctor! Lily must have paid him off! I swallowed hard as my father’s power over me tightened so that I could not stop them. “Did my daughter come to you? Is she pregnant?” My father’s voice boomed over the guests. The doctor choked out the word looking scared. “Yes.” “Is the child Baron’s?” demanded my father. Lily wrapped her arms around Baron looking pleased with herself. “I will not marry Fiona,” said Baron. “We have not slept together for a long time. The child is not mine.” A commotion broke out as all the guests began to chatter. My father glared at me with anger, his face contorted with bulging veins. “Is it true what they say?” he demanded. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t speak, his hold was too much. My bones were about to break with his anger. My father refused to hear my explanation and slapped me hard across the face. His strength was immense, and I felt a sharp, tearing pain on my cheek. “Who is the father?” He roared at me, almost as if he wanted to tear me apart. “I say, WHO is the father of this damn child?!” I close my eyes. I knew it was over. I would be discovered and I would be expelled from my pack. “It was me.” A voice interrupted my father’s increasingly crazy roar, and then a tall, handsome blond man in a high-end suit walked into the garden with his hands in his pockets, not a care in the world. He was flanked by two other men. Undoubtedly, this man caught the attention of everyone in the room, especially with his handsome appearance causing several female guests to gasp in admiration. I stared in surprise at the man who was getting closer and closer to me, almost unable to believe my eyes. It was him! He was the call boy from that night and the father of my child. How could he be here? I wanted to ask him, but my father’s power was suppressing me, and even breathing felt particularly difficult. “Who are you?” Lily asked, annoyed as she stepped forward. I knew Lily had been trying to pull me down to hell herself, and she was almost successful. However, this man in front of us interrupted her. The man, however, did not even look at Lily, but stared straight at me. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, and the pressure emanating from his body made it hard to breathe. “Hey, you rude…” Lily tried to stop him, but my father pointed at him in shock. “You are… Alpha Alexander!” The guests erupted into a commotion. “What! He is that Alexander!” “The royal crown prince Alpha Alexander!” Alexander casually strolled over to me, large and brooding. I wanted to take a step back but couldn’t. Alexander arched an eyebrow mockingly. “A call boy?”

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At a class reunion, my fiancé, Joseph Crawford’s ex-girlfriend accidentally dirtied my new dress. She apologized in a panic, saying, “Sorry, I will compensate you.” “My fiancée’s dress is a million-dollar auction collectible. I bought it for her last year,” Joseph smiled and replied indifferently. Chelsea Richards collapsed to the ground, her face turning pale.

Double lines. Positive. I tried crushing the pregnancy test with my foot. I even threw it in the trash. But it couldn’t erase the horrible fact that I was PREGNANT from my brain. I looked at the picture of the 18th birthday I had just celebrated. My secret-boyfriend Joseph and I had taken sweet selfies, but those pictures now looked a little distorted. Unlocking the screen, I checked once more for a reply from Joseph. Only my own message stared back at me. Just like every time I’d checked before. The double checkmarks proved he read the message, but he hadn’t replied. I tried again. And again. Eventually, he stopped reading them. Lightning flashed outside. But I needed to know what Joseph thought. Now. I flew down the stairwell, and out the side door into the rain. I had no one else I could talk to. As werewolves, our inner wolf doesn’t show up until we’re 19. I loved dance. I practiced so hard, and I was good at it. That’s why I enrolled in Lunarhaven Academy, the best private elite school in the kingdom, as a cheerleader. Was I going to have to give it up? But then what would happened to me? Would I have to drop out from the Academy? My family never had time for me. My parents only wanted to hear from me when I achieved something. I could never tell my oldest sister, the perfect and beautiful Luna. The family’s favorite. If I confided in her, she’d tell Mom in a second. My older brother Dylan was the one I felt closest to, but he was overprotective. If he knew, he’d probably be on the first flight home from Silvermoon Academy, where he was spending a semester as an exchange student. Joseph had to answer. As a star soccer player, Joseph lived in one of the separate athlete’s dormitories. Rather than the single bed, shared bathroom dorms where I stayed, these were elaborate villas. Each room had their own kitchenette and personal bathroom. Each athlete was seen as elite. They were popular on campus, even with the faculty and staff. With that popularity came privilege and preference. Fancy dorms were only the start of the gifts they received. I had always been proud of Joseph for all that his soccer skills helped him achieve. He was someone Mom would adore. Now I cursed it a little, if only because a superintendent stopped me just inside the front door. Nearby I heard the bass of loud music and distant laughter. “Please,” I said. “Where is Joseph?” The superintendent wasn’t much taller than me, but the way she sneered down her nose at me made me feel small. “Joseph is in his room,” the superintendent said. “He asked not to be disturbed.” “It’s important –” “It’s getting late, isn’t it?” The superintendent crossed her arms. “Shouldn’t you be returning to your own dorm?” Movement shifted at the edge of my vision. I glanced down the hall and saw a tall, handsome man storm toward me. I would recognize that dark, windswept hair and piercing gaze anywhere. Asher. My brother’s best friend. One of the very last people I’d hoped to see. If he discovered I was pregnant, undoubtedly he would tell Dylan. I was no way ready for that to happen. Especially not before I spoke to Joseph. Asher’s intense eyes weighed heavy on me, taking in my full person, head to toe. When he looked back to my face, those eyes darkened further. This hint of anger was the only emotion on his perfect, blank slate of a face. I knew Asher didn’t like me. I’d met him several times with Dylan, and each time he’d only given one word responses to my attempts at friendly conversation. He never once returned my smile. Actually, I’d never seen him smile at all. Inching backwards, I told the superintendent, “Maybe I can come back tomorrow…” Too slow. Asher stopped at our side. Eyes fixed on me, he told the superintendent, “I can take care of this.” With the superintendent gone, I did the only thing I could think to do to protect my secret. I turned and ran. I’d been to this dorm a few times, always under the cover of night. Joseph never wanted anyone to know I was visiting him. Because of the secrecy, I knew the way to the stairwell that led to his floor. I only made it a few steps before Asher blocked my path. Captain of the hockey team, Asher daily trained for muscle mass and speed. Plus, as the son of an Alpha, he was naturally gifted. I should have known I wouldn’t make it far, but my panic had overridden my judgement. Now I felt both panic and shame. Asher continued to stare. Still clutching my phone, I instinctively wrapped my arms around my waist to hide my still-flat belly. Asher likely saw that too, but overwhelmed, I couldn’t bring myself to lower my arms. With my downward gaze, I watched as his hands formed fists. Then, he reached beside me and opened a door. I blinked up at him. “In here,” he commanded. No room for argument. I slinked inside, stopping at the center of the spacious dorm room. Asher entered behind me and closed the door. He stayed there, just inside the doorway. “Cynthia, why are you here?” Asher asked. “It’s not your business.” “What could possibly be so important that you need to come here in a stormy day?” he asked. Turning to face him, I lifted my chin, defiant. Inside, my heart pounded. My hands would shake if I wasn’t clutching my waist so hard. The silence stretched as he watched me. I felt like an ant under a microscope. Suddenly he frowned, just a bit at the corners of his mouth, and turned toward the bathroom. He returned an instant later holding a towel. He held it out toward me. At that moment, I shivered. Adrenaline had gotten me this far, but now I realized how cold I was. And how wet. Looking down, my white shirt had become translucent against me, hugging my cleavage like a second skin. I hadn’t even thought to put on a bra before I left my room, let alone a jacket. The curves of my breasts, including my nipples hardened from the cold, were on full display. Asher had looked. He had seen. I snatched the towel from Asher and held it protectively over myself. Heat flared in my cheeks. “W-Why didn’t you say anything?” “Don’t worry,” he said with a tiny shrug. “You aren’t my type.” “Y-you–!” “I’ve already forgotten it.” His hooded gaze dropped to where the towel covered me, then away. Voice sharp, he said, “You won’t go unless you tell me why you’re here.” Who was he to give me orders? His breath was hot on my ear. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Or do I need to guess?” His gaze bore into mine like he could see straight through me. Dread clawed at my chest. “I need to see Joseph.” I compromised.

Two months prior, my brother Dylan had introduced me to Asher. Dylan had been about to leave for his semester abroad. “Asher’s my best friend,” Dylan had told me. Turning to Asher, he said, “I need you to take care of Cynthia for me while I’m gone.” I bristled with annoyance. Dylan was so overprotective, he always treated me like a little kid. “Dylan, I’m an adult now. I can take care of myself.” Dylan gave me a soft smile. “Maybe, but you’ll always be my little sister. You can’t blame me for worrying about you.” “You don’t need to worry about me.” Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but Asher cut him off. “I will take care of her,” Asher said like a vow. The tension in Dylan’s shoulders eased. “Good. That’s a relief. Thank you.” Neither man seemed eager to listen to me. Asher had only barely glanced at me the whole time. I’d heard of Asher even before meeting him. His cold, standoffish reputation preceded him. I had no idea how he and Dylan, always warm and smiling, came to be such good friends. Regardless, I purposefully avoided Asher since that moment, and he’d seemed content to keep his own distance. But now, standing in his dorm room with his hand on my arm, I was snared in his attention. Are you going to tell me what’s going on? He was still waiting for an answer. When I didn’t give one, his gaze narrowed. “How long after Dylan left did you hook up with Joseph?” Asher asked. “It’s only been two months.” I didn’t need my brother’s permission to date, and I certainly didn’t need to explain myself to Asher. “This has nothing to do with you.” I attempted to rip my arm from his grasp, but he held firm. His hand was hot on my cool, damp skin. “Joseph thinks he’s smooth,” Asher said. “He walks down this hallway to use the side stairwell up to his room. He avoids using the main stairwell, but none of us are fooled. Everyone in this building knows what he has going on.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Cynthia, I’ve seen him bring at least six girls up to his room in the past two months.” The air punched from my lungs. No, that couldn’t be right. Joseph had a solid reputation as a popular, future Alpha. He was a center forward on the soccer team, and never missed a practice. He held doors open for women, and everyone said how much of a gentleman he was. With me, he had always whispered soft sweet words in my ear when we were together. He’d complimented my looks, and my body, and sometimes he’d say how much he wanted to keep me wrapped up like a present just for him. Until today, he’d returned all my messages, usually including lots of text hearts. There was no way he could be doing the same with other woman. “You don’t believe me,” Asher said, not a question. “I have no reason to trust you.” I had to get away from Asher. I needed to see Joseph. “You clearly don’t approve. I bet you’d say anything to keep me away from him, but it won’t work!” I tried again to break Asher’s hold. When he wouldn’t budge, I grabbed his wrist with my hand and twisted. He didn’t even wince. Instead, his free hand pried my grip away. “Let me go,” I demanded. Asher’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. His touch wasn’t hard enough to bruise, but it was firm, like a shackle. I met his glare with my own. “You can’t stop me from seeing Joseph. Tonight.” “You want to see him so badly?” Asher growled. “Come with me.” I planted my heels. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him. When we reached Joseph’s door, I squirmed against Asher’s hold with renewed fury. Asher couldn’t be here for this. “Let go of me!” To my surprise, he complied, but only to reach in front of me and open Joseph’s door. A dim table light illuminated the large space bright enough for me to see the tangled sheets of the bed – and the two figures entwined under them. Joseph had his mouth against the neck of another woman. His hips pushed between her open thighs. Her face scrunched up in pleasure. My stomach dropped to the floor. “Joseph?” It couldn’t be him. It had to be some other guy who looked just like him, who had borrowed his room. Joseph wouldn’t do this to me. The couple stilled. The girl, gasping, snatched at the sheet to hide her exposed breasts. Joseph rolled away from her and up onto his feet beside the bed. Grabbing the comforter, he wrapped it around his waist. “Asher?” Joseph ran a hand over his face, wiping sweat from his brow. He laughed. “Now isn’t the best time. Did you need something?” That was Joseph’s voice. His laugh. His face. His body, walking toward us. I couldn’t deny what I was seeing any longer. “Joseph?” I whispered again, chest aching. There had to be some explanation for this. Joseph’s hand dropped. He looked at me as if noticing me for the first time, and with that recognition, anger followed. His brow lowered. “Cynthia? What are you doing here?” Glancing between me and Asher, his lip curled into an ugly snarl. “Are you checking up on me? Did you coax Asher to keep an eye on me?” “N-No, I –” He wouldn’t let me finish. “You didn’t have to bring him into this. If we had something to talk about, we could do it privately.” “But there is something!” I said in a rush before he could cut me off again. I stepped into the room. “It’s really important, and we need to—” “Get out,” Joseph snapped. “But –” “Now, Cynthia.” Starting forward, he roughly shoved my shoulders, pushing me backwards. “I’m so sick of clingy girls like you, watching me every second.” My feet skidded across the floor tiles. I struggled to stay upright. “Do you think you own me? You think you can tell me what I can and can’t do?” His sharp scowl tore into me. “If you would listen –” “You’ve gone too far this time. We’re done.” “Joseph, please!” “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t speak to me.” My heels caught the doorframe, and I stumbled into Asher, who hadn’t moved an inch from where he’d been. His hand caught my elbow as I righted myself against the wall of his body. When I was steady, his hand fell away so quickly I wondered if I had imagined it. I turned back to Joseph. I started forward again, ready to fight to get him to listen. “I only want to—” Joseph slammed the door in my face. If I had been one inch closer, it would have broken my nose. I stood frozen for a moment, staring at the grain of the wooden door. Disbelief pulsed through my veins. I couldn’t move. How could this have happened? Asher crossed his arms over his chest. I faced him and found a pair of cold eyes staring back at me. He’d led me here, knowing this would happen. Embarrassment and hated curdled in my stomach. I felt I might be sick. His face revealed no hint of emotion. No sympathy. No guilt. No shame. He asked, voice flat, “Now do you believe me?”

“Now you’ve seen what Joseph is with your own eyes,” Asher said. “Now you understand why you need to keep away from him.” Slowly, my shock wore off. In its place, anger began to boil and churn. “You’ll thank me someday,” Asher said. “You want me to thank you?” I asked, breathless with disbelief. “I vowed to take care of you,” he said. Looking away, he added softly, as if to himself, “Guess I make a pretty good baby-sitter, after all.” His voice held a hint of pride. Baby-sitter?! My anger boiled over, and I snapped, tone biting, “You’re worse than Dylan.” Asher was more controlling and not nearly as kind. “You are not my brother.” I stepped closer to him, right up against his chest. He lifted one brow ever so slightly but didn’t otherwise move. “What I do and what happens to me is none of your concern,” I said. I wanted to shout, but we were already drawing attention again. But with a sharp look from Asher, any onlookers quickly moved on. Asher squared his shoulders. “I made a promise to Dylan. I don’t break my promises.” He wouldn’t listen to me. He didn’t seem to care what I thought. It was all so frustrating! I blinked back the tears from my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me cry. “Maybe you planned this all along,” I said. “Maybe you wanted to see your little sister humiliated? Did you want to watch me get dumped? Are you enjoying this?” “Cynthia.” There was something in his voice, but the emotion was so slight, I couldn’t read it. I was far too busy trying to keep myself from falling apart. “I never asked you to do this,” I said. Maybe Dylan had. But where was the consideration for my feelings? Asher reached out for me, but I instantly shied away from his touch. Where would he drag me to next? I didn’t want to find out. “Leave me alone, Asher,” I told him and sprinted away. Regardless, as I rushed down the stairwell, I thanked every power in the universe that I had been able to keep my secret from Asher. He was so overbearing. I could only imagine what rules he would try to lord over me if he knew? Outside, with the rain to hide my tears, I finally let them fall. The towel I held – Asher’s towel – soaked through. In the safety of my dorm room, I tossed the towel and my wet clothes into a corner and changed into soft pajamas. I cried softly but refused to let myself fully fall apart. Despite what I had seen and how my heart was breaking, I still needed to talk to Joseph about the pregnancy. When he knew about the baby, maybe everything would change. Joseph, I’m pregnant. I need to know what you think. I waited. Double check marks appeared. I waited longer, but he sent no response. My thoughts returned to my family. I couldn’t talk to Mom, or my sister, or Dylan. My cousin Nancy was a nurse at the maternity hospital. If anyone would know what to do, she would. And while we weren’t exactly best friends, we were close enough that I believed she might keep my secret. “Cynthia?” Nancy’s kind voice came through the phone and I let out a broken, relieved breath. “Cynthia, what’s wrong?” The weight of the secret had been swelling inside of me all day, and it bubbled out now, breaking the dam I’d built to hold it. I told Nancy everything about Joseph and the pregnancy. I ended with, “Please, please don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell Mom.” Our family wouldn’t understand. “I won’t,” Nancy promised. She knew as well as me how conservative our family was about pregnancy. If they knew I had gotten pregnant, they would never forgive me. “And this guy… Joseph,” Nancy continued. “He’s a jerk. He’s not willing to step up.” I wanted to argue but Nancy was right. He had seen my text. If he wanted any part of the pregnancy, wouldn’t he have reached out by now? “Stop thinking about Joseph and decide what you want,” Nancy said. “You have options.” My hands trembled around the phone. I didn’t know what I wanted. When I thought of the future I had dreamed for myself, having a baby so young didn’t really fit. Especially when I would have to raise it alone. “Maybe I shouldn’t have it.” My voice was so small, I barely recognize myself. Nancy’s tone was gentle. “It’s not uncommon for student mothers to choose abortion.” The next morning, I sat in the waiting room of maternity hospital’s surgery wing, waiting for my number to be called. If I didn’t have the baby, my life could more or less go back to the way things were before. I could throw myself entirely into dancing and cheerleading. I wouldn’t have to live under the heavy weight of uncertainty about what I would do with my life, or what Joseph might think. Joseph had been so callous and cruel. His words continued to cut into me. I could almost hear them on repeat in my mind. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t speak to me. If I was so terrible that he never wanted to speak to me again, maybe I wasn’t good enough to have this baby. Besides, if I did have this baby, I would lose absolutely everything. My parents wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. I’d be a black mark on the family. They’d undoubtedly refuse to continue paying my expensive school fees, and I’d have to drop out. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to go through with the abortion. I sunk into my chair, trying to clear my head. Thinking too much about it created cracks in my resolve, and I couldn’t allow any more doubt. Suddenly, a door opened, and a woman accompanied by a nurse was led into the hallway. Tears streaked down the woman’s face. She held a tissue but didn’t use it. She moved slowly, as if in a trance. The nurse guided her past the neonatal delivery room, and the woman nearly dropped to her knees. Her sobs were loud now, almost like howls. The nurse called for others to come help. One offered the woman a sedative. Nancy had warned me of this. During our phone conversation, she’d carefully asked if I had felt bonded to the baby. “If the wolf within the mother has already begun to feel an attachment, the procedure can be dangerous,” Nancy had explained. “It can be difficult for the wolf to understand.” The woman accepted the sedative. The nurses helped her into a wheelchair and rolled her further down the hall. I rubbed my hand over my belly. My stomach remained mostly flat yet, but I noticed now that some of my weight sat differently than before. It almost seemed like I ate too much, but I knew the truth. I was starting to show. A baby was in there. I could almost… feel them. A small warmth blossomed in my chest. A baby. My baby. A nurse at the check-in counter called a number. I looked at the slip in my hand. The number was mine.

“I’m sorry.”I had to get out. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I shouldn’t be here.” I dropped my number slip into the trash and ran to the door. Outside, with the hospital doors sliding closed behind me, I shut my eyes and finally allowed myself to breathe again. Now I was connected with my baby by some kind of almost-spiritual bond. I could feel their presence growing inside of me. To purposefully cut that connection now… I wouldn’t be able to recover. No, I would never get an abortion. I couldn’t. But there were other things I could do. When Nancy had spoken of options, one of them was adoption. With adoption, I could take my time considering it, and work to find the right family for my baby. I wouldn’t have to decide anything right now. My breathing came easier. Next, I opened a text to Joseph. He still hadn’t replied from the night before. I knew now he wouldn’t, but even so, he deserved to know what I had decided. I typed, I’m going to have the baby. I hit send before I could regret it, and clicked off the screen of my phone. The phone immediately buzzed in my hand. It was from Joseph. It read, Come to my room as soon as you can. Let’s talk. Hope coiled in my heart as Joseph let me into his dorm room. I ignored looking at the bed, last night’s hurt still raw within me. Instead I kept my eyes on him. He closed the door and faced me, but his gaze avoided mine. He looked at the ceiling and then the floor, but never at me. Yet even with his shifty eyes, that he had invited me here at all felt like a positive step. It gave me the courage to ask, “Does this mean you’ll help with our baby?” He huffed a sharp breath. Voice sharp as a dagger, he asked, “How can you be so sure it’s mine?” I stood very still as the world blurred around me. I could only see him, and the way he finally looked at me, like I was a pest to be rid of. “How can you ask me that?” I whispered, having lost the strength in my voice. My legs felt soon to follow. He hugged his arms over his chest, clutching at his elbows. “Just have an abortion, Cynthia. You’re young enough to have a quick recovery. It’ll be like it never happened. Then you can have the kids you want later.” “No,” I said. “I tried to. I-I can’t.” His face added disgust, looking much as it had the night before when he had kicked me out of this same room. Instinctively, I inched a half-step backwards. He followed. “Can’t or won’t?” I didn’t reply, and that seemed to confirm his worst assumptions. “I didn’t force you to have sex,” he said, his voice low now. Predatory. “You begged me for it. And now, what? You are trying to push this off on me?” He unhooked his arms and held them down at his sides, taut as bowstrings, hands like claws. “What do you want from me, Cynthia? Are you trying to blackmail me? Are you trying to get money for the abortion?” “N-no, I –” “Do you have any idea what would happen if word got out about this? To me? To you? If your brother knew, he would hate you. If the cheerleaders found out, you’d be kicked to the side.” I could barely breathe from the fury and fear and heartbreak that choked at my throat. How could I never have noticed that Joseph was so full of bitter hatred? How could he ever think so low of me, that I would try to blackmail him? Why did it sound so much like he was trying to blackmail me? My baby deserved better than this. Than him. “You d-don’t to worry,” I said, breaking only once. “I’ll take care of the baby on my own. You don’t have to be involved. We won’t bother you.” He stepped closer to me, and I was running out of room to back away. Every inch of his posture, his posture, and his words felt like a threat. “You’re still going to have it?” he spat out the words. I nodded. “You! Brazen little bitch!” He pounced without warning, slamming me onto the ground. Only his hands gripping fiercely in the front my shirt kept my head from hitting the floor. He crouched over me, feet planted at either side of my hips. He yanked me forward by my shirt until his face was directly in front of mine. “You were only ever trying to steal my sperm, weren’t you?” he shouted. His eyes were wild and dangerous. I’d never seen anyone so furious. I clawed at his wrists, trying to loosen his hold. He only gripped harder, ripping holes into my shirt. “After an Alpha’s son, weren’t you? Any would do, to fuck a kid into you. Then you’d soak up the reward, right? Guaranteed money and glory because you trapped me with your damn womb!” He was so angry, I half-expected him to shift into his wolf at any moment. My own wolf had not yet appeared to me, but I could feel her in the low whimpering in my throat. I slid my hands from his wrists down around my waist to cover my belly. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t do much of anything like this, but I would give all I had to protect my baby. “You don’t deserve to bear my blood!” he yelled in my face. Suddenly a sharp, visceral hatred sparked within me for this man. I thought I knew hatred before, but that had been nothing compared to this. He dare Joseph threaten me? More, how dare he threaten my child? He released my shirt, and my back hit the floor. His hands found my shoulders instead. His fingers dug deep into my skin. Clutching my belly, I squeezed my eyes shut. “Get away from her!” A feral voice roared from the doorway. In an instant, Joseph was ripped from atop me and sent flying into the wall. He landed on his desk and rolled onto the floor. A pair of strong arms curled around me and plucked me from the floor into a bridal carry. I was held against a muscled chest and looked up into the piercing eyes of my savior. Asher. I blinked, but he didn’t disappear. He was really here. I didn’t understand. He was aloof, cold as an iceberg, and distant. Yet here he was, arriving just in time as if I’d dreamed him. On the ground, Joseph stirred, groaning. Looking at him, Asher growled deep in his throat. I could feel it vibrating where my hand pressed against his chest. Asher held me closer. He cradled my body gently, like I was someone precious. Someone fragile. I glanced over his shoulder to the door. It had been kicked in with such force, the wood had splintered. Chunks of it littered the floor. Asher must have been furious to do that kind of damage. What could have triggered him to use his werewolf strength? At once, the blood drained from my face so fast, I felt lightheaded. Joseph had been yelling. You don’t deserve to bear my blood! How much had Asher overheard?

Without another word to Joseph, Asher carried me out of the room, down the stairwell, and into his own room. His hands lingered on my shoulders. He brushed his thumbs lightly over tears of my shirt, where Joseph’s fingers had marred my skin with bruises. The air between us felt charged. The silence was thick. “Are you pregnant with Joseph’s baby?” He likely already knew. To deny it now, would only make things worse. “Yes.” He exhaled slowly, as if trying to keep himself calm. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I stepped back from him, out of his reach. He let his arms drop. “Why would I tell you?” I asked. “None of this concerns you.” His mouth pressed into a hard line. Fire sparked in his eyes. “Dylan talked about you all the time. His little sister, so sweet and innocent. Guess he doesn’t really know you at all.” “Don’t talk to me about Dylan,” I snapped. “And don’t act like you know me.” He stared at me for a long moment, and I shifted under the weight of his gaze. Then he grabbed his phone from his back pocket. “What are you doing?” I asked at once, panicked. “Texting Dylan,” he said simply, like that didn’t mean the end of my world. “Why? You don’t have to do that.” Asher’s thumbs moved fast over the phone screen. “Dylan asked for updates on you. I think this counts as a damn big update.” “You can’t!” I jumped forward, reaching for his phone. He held it up high in the air, well above my head. “Please, Asher. Don’t!” His fingers paused. He glanced down at me. I knew I only had one chance to convince him. “If you tell him, he’ll come back, and if he comes back, he could ruin his whole future. You know how hard he has worked to be a part of the exchange program.” “He’d want to know,” Asher said flatly. “And with a reason like this, maybe he should come back.” “No, please.” I held my hands to my chest. I wasn’t telling Asher the full truth. I didn’t want to give voice to my truest fears. But if it would stop Asher, then I had to. “If Dylan finds out… If he comes back…” I closed my eyes and gathered my strength. “He’ll kill Joseph. Or try to. And he won’t just ruin his academic future but his entire life.” I could imagine it. Dylan’s protective wolf tearing out of him, attacking Joseph. If Asher was truly Dylan’s best friend, he would know I spoke a frightening truth. Dylan was so protective of me that he’d kill for me. The quiet stretched. When I opened my eyes, Asher had lowered his phone. “I’ll take care of it,” he said. “You can’t tell him.” Asher huffed a sharp exhale. His gaze fell to the bruises on my shoulders. “Only if you promise not to see Joseph alone again.” Relief flooded through me. “Okay.” He returned his phone to his back pocket and turned from me. I rushed from his room before he could say anything else. Back in my dorm room, I paced again. I had found a moment of peace, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I felt so helpless. With Asher in on my secret, who knew what he would do? He’d agreed not to tell Dylan for now, but what if he changed his mind? And then there was Joseph. I was still reeling from his reaction. My shoulders ached. Covering my face with my hands, I struggled to maintain any sense of calm. A knock on my door sent me jumping nearly out of my skin. I pulled myself together and went to the door. The boy behind it was an athlete I recognized from Joseph’s dorm. He handed me an envelope with my name on it. It wasn’t Joseph’s handwriting. I sighed in relief, thanked the boy, and closed the door. Opening the envelope revealed an invitation to a party at the athlete’s dorms, held the day after tomorrow. Scrawled along the bottom was a note addressed to me. Come or I’ll call Dylan. – Asher I crushed the envelope into a ball and threw it across the room. I didn’t want to go to any party. What could Asher possibly be thinking? But I didn’t have any choice. Two days later, I arrived at the athlete’s dorm for the party. I scanned the crowd, and quickly found who I was looking for. I rushed across the room and cornered Asher near the drink table. He lifted a plastic cup to me in greeting. I barely refrained from smacking it out of his hand. “Why are you doing this to me?” I hissed. “You can’t possibly think there is anything I want to celebrate!” He tilted his head and started walking. I followed him to a more private corner of the room. Infuriatingly, he still didn’t say anything. He leaned against the wall with a type of lazy confidence that made me want to rage. Only the people around us kept me from yelling. “You are the most insensitive man I’ve ever met,” I snapped. “Why would you force me to come here, knowing what you know?” He continued to refuse to speak, rankling all of my nerves. “Even a robot has more feelings than you!” I said, louder than I meant to. I relented at once, glancing around, but no one paid me any attention. Asher looked at me then, a hard edge in his gaze. “Calm down, trouble maker.” I frowned at him. “You want to know why you’re here?” he said. “Look around.” I wanted to argue that I already had, but his emotionless face had me holding my tongue. I looked around again, slower. The room was full of beautiful women, with long legs and short skirts. A couple of them I recognized as fellow cheerleaders. Several more, I remembered their faces but not where I’d seen them before. The rest were strangers. Everyone talked and laughed, having a good time. Other than Asher, there wasn’t a man in sight. “They’re all girls,” I said. Asher lifted a brow. “And what else do they have in common? Or should I say, what do they have in common with you?” Certainly they weren’t all pregnant. And only a few were dancers like me. No, there had to be something else that tied us together, for Asher to mention it. Asher pushed off the wall, leaning over my shoulder instead. “Do you need a hint?” I had one growing suspicion but I wasn’t sure it was possible. Or that Asher would take the time to arrange it. When I looked up at him, his lips twitched like he meant to smile but couldn’t. “You guessed right.” I hadn’t said anything, but he must have seen it in the surprise on my face. “Look around, Cynthia,” Asher said. “A flirt? A secret girlfriend? They’re all here.” He hummed, clearly satisfied with himself. Watching him, I didn’t know what to think, or what to expect. The hard edge in his eyes froze over, ice cold. “Every girl in this room is one of Joseph’s conquests.”

“How did you do all this?” I asked Asher. Asher shrugged. “Joseph uses the same, weak password for all of his social media accounts. You’d think someone with so much to hide might have taken a bigger interest in security. Hacking in was child’s play.” It couldn’t have been as simple as he made it seem, but his easy confidence made me wonder if he was capable of anything he set his mind to. “He’d added a couple hundred girls on his socials, some from the academy, some not. Reading his messages, it was pretty clear that the girls didn’t know about each other.” Asher leaned against the wall, appearing relaxed except for the way his hands formed fists. “He likes to sneak around with naïve girls that don’t know any better,” he said. Is that how he thought of me? Naïve? But then, maybe I was. Or at least, I had been, before Joseph attacked me in his room. I hugged my arms around my waist. I didn’t want to think about that. “What are you really up to, Asher?” I asked. What was the purpose of bringing us all together? Did he expect us to bond somehow? Make friendships? That seemed unlikely. “Just wait and see,” he said, giving nothing away. Asher had promised Dylan to protect me. So far, he’d been dedicated to that promise. I didn’t know what was going to happen tonight. But, if nothing else, I could trust Asher to keep me safe. So I moved to the wall by his side and tried to relax as much as I could. Then, a few male athletes entered the room, followed by Joseph himself. One of the athletes nodded at Asher. A second pressed a drink into Joseph’s hand. A third, behind Joseph, lifted a camera. Along the far wall, a screen unfurled. A projector clicked on, and an image appeared on the screen – no, a broadcast. The camera behind Joseph’s shoulder now projected his every move. “I told him this party is for him,” Asher said softly into my ear. “He thinks were all here to celebrate his success.” I watched on the screen as Joseph drank deeply from his plastic cup. After lowering it, he flashed a bright grin and saddled up to one of the women in the room. His low voice came through the speakers. “You come around here often, baby?” The girl tilted her head, confused. A few gasps sounded around the room. Someone dropped their drink. The volume of the music lowered. Joseph didn’t seem to notice, leaning in closer to the girl. “If I tell you a secret, would you let me kiss you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” My stomach twisted. He’d used that same line on me. By the rising rabble of the crowd, I gathered that I wasn’t the only one. The object of Joseph’s current desire scoffed at him, and Joseph finally started to look around. Eying the faces of the girls around him, recognition sparked on his features. His eyes went wide. He started for the door but his movements slowed, sluggish. He dropped the drink he’d been holding. It splashed across the carpet. “He’s not going anywhere,” Asher said. I looked at him. “Did you drug his drink?” Asher didn’t deny it. Many girls closed in around Joseph, voices rising. The earlier laughter had entirely vanished. Now there was only arguing, shouting – anger. “I’m his girlfriend!” one girl yelled. “No. I am!” said another. “Who are these women, Joseph?” one screamed in Joseph’s face, voice echoing through the speakers. “Who are we?” someone replied. “Who are you?” Yet the chaos cleared quickly, the more they argued. I expected the girls to start fighting each other, but to my surprise, they almost seemed to rally together against a common enemy. Joseph. The man who had lied to each and every one of them. One girl slapped Joseph clean across his face, leaving an ugly red mark on his cheek. I moved without thinking. My hatred powered my legs as I walked forward, pressing through the crowd. When I reached Joseph, he was barely holding himself upright. “Cynthia,” he said, voice shaking and pathetic. “Cynthia, please. Mercy, please.” Where was his mercy when he had shoved me down to the ground? When he had screamed in my face? When he had threatened our child? He would find no mercy here. I grabbed his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his skin, just as he had done to me. I leaned close to him and he whimpered. “This is my revenge,” I said into his ear. Then I kneed in him hard in the groin. He sucked in a sharp breath and collapsed. I stepped backwards, disappearing into the crowd. Other girls quickly took my place. Asher found me in an instant. With his hand on the small of my back, he guided me toward the exit. In Asher’s dorm room, I sat at his desk and scrolled through the school forums. Posts were already flooding in, reporting on Joseph’s many infidelities. Some threads were going viral, with hundreds of responses by the minute. Some had pictures. Aggrieved girls posted every ugly picture of Joseph they could find with cutting captions like, I can’t believe I wasted time on this trash. Soon, videos poured in from the party. A few girls had kicked him when Joseph was down. Another gave him a black eye when he tried to stand. He eventually slunk away to jeers and mocking laughter, to nurse his wounds in some secret corner alone. It felt like a victory. Like revenge, properly delivered. And it was all thanks to Asher. Asher stood in the center of the room, watching me or watching the screen over my shoulder. I couldn’t tell which. I owed him a proper thank you. Maybe more than that. So I stood and turned to him. “I misunderstood you,” I said, lowering my head. “I’m sorry.” His silence spoke volumes on its own. I hadn’t said enough. “I should have known you weren’t like I’d heard. Dylan wouldn’t be friends with someone heartless.” Licking my lips, I chanced a glance upward. “Thank you for being like my big brother.” Asher’s persistent silence became unnerving. “Big brother?” he echoed, brow raising. He closed the distance between us in two large strides. I forced myself to freeze, not wanting to flinch away when I was trying to apologize. He lifted a hand. I sucked in a breath. Gently, he tucked a stray hair behind my ear. His fingertips trailed down the side of my neck, feather-light. “Cynthia.” His low steady voice sent shivers down my spine. “I don’t want to be your big brother.” Throat suddenly dry, I swallowed hard. “Then what do you want?” I whispered. I didn’t want to break the spell that kept his hand pressed softly to the corner of my neck and shoulder. This was so unlike the Asher I knew. Where was the usual distance he kept? But then, nothing else about tonight had been ordinary. Why should this? “Asher?” I was afraid he wouldn’t answer. Please don’t shut me out now. The ice in his eyes began to thaw. “Let me be the father of your child.”

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