Chapter 14 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I sat in my office, staring at the stacks of papers that seemed to multiply by the minute. Pack business—my least favorite thing. I preferred being out there running any of my numerous businesses instead of dealing with pack issues. Somehow, it always found a way

Chapter 13 TERESA’S P.O.V. I decided to leave my old, beat-up 97 Toyota Corolla behind, opting instead to take a taxi. The car had seen better days, with its faded paint, cracked windows, and a persistent rattling sound that seemed to echo my own struggles. It was the kind of

Chapter 12 TERESA’S P.O.V. The mansion loomed ahead, all grandeur and coldness wrapped in one. I could feel it even before stepping inside—its walls suffocating, its air thick with the tension of years unspoken. The scent of polished mahogany and aged leather hit me as soon as I opened the

Chapter 11 LUCIAN’S POV I paced back and forth in my office, the polished wooden floor creaking under each heavy step. It sounded like the boards were as tired of me as I was of the situation, but the pacing wasn’t helping much. The frustration still bubbled just beneath my

Chapter 10 TERESA’S P.O.V. Two days after the explosive confrontation with my father, I heard a soft but persistent knock at my apartment door. I opened it to find Luke standing there, looking more worried than I had ever seen him—his brow furrowed, eyes wide with confusion, and a slight

Chapter 9 LUCIAN’S POV I couldn’t believe Ares was still nagging me about this. The entire drive back to the pack house, I could feel him pacing in my head, restless and agitated. “You’re unbelievable, Lucian,” Ares growled, his deep voice rumbling through me. “You actually signed the maid contract

Chapter 8 TERESA’S POV After Lucian Blackwood dropped me off Monday night and sped away without a backward glance, I stumbled into my tiny, cramped apartment like a zombie. My eyes were swollen and puffy from hours of crying. I’d barely shut the door when I heard my neighbor’s two-year-old

Chapter 7 TERESA’S POV My head was spinning, a whirling mess of half-formed thoughts and champagne bubbles. I had let my problems lure me into one too many glasses of the effervescent stuff. It had seemed like a good idea—when wasn’t drinking away your sorrows the most sensible course of

Chapter 6 TERESA’S POV I kept sneaking glances at the strange man driving me to God-knows-where, trying to figure out if he was just your run-of-the-mill psychopath or something else entirely. He hadn’t uttered a single word since we got in the car, and the only sound was the soft

Chapter 5 LUCIAN’S POV I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at the woman next to me for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes. She was curled up in the passenger seat, sniffling quietly, her face still blotchy from the tears I apparently interrupted

Chapter 4 TERESA’S POV The weekend had been a whirlwind, and not in the sense of a wild adventure. It was more like a series of pep talks and endless cups of coffee, all courtesy of Luke. He practically moved into my apartment, bringing a small duffel bag filled with

Chapter 3 TERESA’S POV People have always called me dumb, and the nicer ones say I’m just gullible. Honestly, I’ve never argued with either. So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise when my one-month-old relationship—the longest I’ve ever had, by the way—came crashing down right after I told my boyfriend about

Chapter 2 Lucian’s POV I was sitting behind my desk, staring at the mountain of paperwork that never seemed to shrink, even though I had just cleared half of it the night before. My office, dimly lit and cold, matched my mood perfectly. Peaceful silence, with the sound of the

Chapter 1 Lucian’s Pov I leaned back in my chair, staring at the old man across from me with a level of disdain I reserved for people who overstayed their welcome. Which, in this case, was precisely what Gregory Williams had done. He was tall, sure—probably my height—but whatever grace