Chapter 34 TERESA’S P.O.V. I felt a strange sense of cold settle over me as I stood there, watching my father step out of his car. The quiet anger in his eyes—it was like staring down a gathering storm. And yet, I felt small, vulnerable. Luke was right beside me,
Chapter 33 TERESA’S P.O.V. As soon as the taxi dropped me off, I felt like I was moving through a haze. My heart felt like it was splintering with every step, and by the time I got inside my apartment, I couldn’t hold it together anymore. The second I shut
Chapter 32 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I sat there, slumped in my leather chair, staring at the scattered documents on my desk without really seeing them. The stacks of contracts and reports that usually commanded my focus now felt meaningless, their words blurring into a fog. An emptiness pressed against my chest,
Chapter 31 TERESA’S P.O.V. I ran out of Lucian’s room, barely seeing through the tears streaming down my face. Each step felt like I was running against a wall, the pain in my chest tightening with each passing second. I could still feel his words echoing, his voice cold and
Chapter 30 LUCIAN’S POV The morning hit like a slap. I opened my eyes, squinting against the morning light filtering through the curtains, and I felt warmth—someone was in my arms. I looked down at my chest and it was her, Teresa. Her head rested on my chest, her breath
Chapter 29 WARNING! This should not be read by people younger than the age of 18! TERESA’S POV The air between us felt clouded, and heavy with anticipation as Lucian led me to the edge of the bed. My legs brushed against it, and in one fluid motion, he nudged
Chapter 28 TERESA’S POV As I walked into the kitchen, I could already hear Max laughing about something, his booming voice carrying across the room, while Katrina and Melissa were helping Madi prepare dinner. The smell of roasting garlic filled the air, and the batter for a cake sat half-mixed
Chapter 27 LUCIAN’S POV I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air prickle over my skin as I leaned against a tree, staring at the endless stretch of forest in front of me. The faint smell of wild flowers and earth helped a little, settling me. The forest
Chapter 26 TERESA’S P.O.V. On the forth day, Juliette and I said our goodbyes to Luke, and then she drove us back to the estate. My heart thudded wildly, anticipation building with every mile. I was going to see Lucian again. Strangely, even though I’d only been gone for three
Chapter 25 LUCIAN’S POV I clenched my jaw as I paced around the library for what felt like the hundredth time. It was the second day since Teresa had gone to visit her brother, and if Ares, didn’t stop whining, I’d go mad. “You could call her,” Ares suggested, his
Chapter 24 TERESA’S P.O.V. The silence in Lucian’s office could have been cut with a knife, and yet, here I was, rooted to the spot like some kind of awkward plant, pretending I couldn’t feel his gaze on me. The warm, earthy scent of the leather chairs combined with Lucian’s
Chapter 23 TERESA’S P.O.V. I leaned against one of the tall, arched windows in the library, pretending to study a book I hadn’t even bothered to open. My mind? It was entirely elsewhere, drifting hopelessly toward thoughts of Lucian. For months, I’d been unable to sleep properly, my nights filled
Chapter 22 TERESA’S P.O.V. Three months at Blackwood Creations, and I was finally feeling like I belonged here. The soft hum of the espresso machine, the faint scent of polished oak and leather from my office—I’d come to recognize the smells and sounds as a second home. It wasn’t exactly
Chapter 21 TERESA’S P.O.V. The smell of roasted turkey and roasted vegetables filled the dining hall, but I could hardly focus on my plate. Sitting across from Lucian was always an event—he had this way of making everything feel like it was the center of the universe, even in the
Chapter 20 TERESA’S P.O.V. The mansion was filled with the kind of stillness that always reminded me of an ancient library. Tall, stately bookshelves stretched against the walls in certain rooms, and there was a comforting scent—cedar wood and the faintest hint of Lucian’s cologne, something dark and subtly spicy
Chapter 19 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I started the morning with one goal in mind: avoid Teresa. I decided to skip breakfast with the pack. Coward’s way out? Sure. But I had no intention of being drawn into whatever strange spell her doe-eyed innocence cast. She’d be fine. Rylan and Juliette could
Chapter 18 LUCIAN’S POV Against my better judgment, I spent the entire day with Teresa, starting with breakfast in the garden. Ares—as usual—wouldn’t stop talking in my head, especially during the tour of the pack lands, which, of course, he practically pressured me into suggesting to her. To make things
Chapter 17 TERESA’S P.O.V. Lucian’s hand was firm, yet somehow gentle as he led me into an enormous kitchen. I felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, except this was no Wonderland—it was more like stepping into the culinary version of the White House–gleaming countertops, shiny stainless steel appliances,
Chapter 16 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. Sitting at my desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork, I sighed. This was never-ending. Numbers, contracts, signatures—endless. “We should be with Teresa,” Ares growled in my head, his voice a low rumble, impatient as usual. “Shut it, Ares,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “She’s fine.
Chapter 15 TERESA’S P.O.V. The butler showed me to my room and told me to call him anytime I needed anything, I stood there blinking, my brain trying to process what he had just said. Call him? For what? I thought I was supposed to be the one answering calls,