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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herâher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonât be a concubine. Sheâll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheâs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donât really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeâs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheâs unlike any woman Iâve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheâs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateâs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnât seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheâs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheâs above household squabbles and wouldnât want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatâs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itâs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iâll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donât you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. âWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.â âOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?â Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyâs life respectable, and this was her reward. âEnough,â Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. âIâve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonât change anything.â As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. âMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!â Lulu, Carissaâs maid, said, wiping her tears. âDonât call him that!â Carissa gave her a stern look. âWe never consummated the marriage. Heâs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.â âWhy the dowry list?â Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. âSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.â Lulu gasped. âLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?â Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered â assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyâs former glory seemed impossibleâat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyâs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. âLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.â ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaâs arrival to the king three times. âYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,â he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. âI canât summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.â âThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheâs been standing there for over an hour without moving.â Salvador felt a pang of guilt. âBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnât want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.â âYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,â Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. âAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iâll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,â said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. âAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!â ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŚ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŚI⌠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Cliquez ici pour en savoir plusđđ | "ÂŤ Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je peux garantir la sĂťretĂŠ de ton père. Âť Se faisant trahir par son ex-petit ami, Rena ne s'attend pas Ă ce qu'il lui demande de devenir sa maĂŽtresse. === === === Chapitre 1 Un gros bonnet Dans une chambre d'hĂ´tel faiblement ĂŠclairĂŠe, Rena Gordon embrassait passionnĂŠment un bel inconnu. Plus tĂ´t dans la soirĂŠe, l'ex-petit ami de Rena, Harold Moore, avait annoncĂŠ ses fiançailles avec une autre femme. Rena avait ĂŠtĂŠ tellement bouleversĂŠe qu'elle s'ĂŠtait retrouvĂŠe, dâune marnière ou dâune autre, dans la chambre dâun inconnu. Ă prĂŠsent qu'Harold ĂŠtait sur le point d'ĂŠpouser une fille riche sans tenir compte de ses quatre annĂŠes de relation avec Rena, celle-ci pouvait se permettre de se faire plaisir, n'est-ce pas ? Au moment oĂš l'homme lui a retirĂŠ ses vĂŞtements, Rena s'est appuyĂŠe sur l'ĂŠpaule de l'homme et s'est laissĂŠe aller en murmurant : ÂŤ Harold ! Âť L'homme s'est brusquement arrĂŞtĂŠ, quelques secondes plus tard, les lumières se sont allumĂŠes. La lumière vive a provoquĂŠ un plissement des yeux de Rena. Mais lorsque ses yeux se sont enfin adaptĂŠs Ă la lumière, elle a vu clairement le visage de l'homme. C'ĂŠtait Waylen Fowler, l'avocat le plus recherchĂŠ du pays. Il ĂŠtait très cĂŠlèbre dans les milieux juridiques, et il ĂŠtait une ĂŠlite avec d'innombrables propriĂŠtĂŠs. Mais le plus important, Waylen Fowler ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère d'Harold. Rena a dĂŠgrisĂŠ instantanĂŠment. AdossĂŠ au mur, Waylen lui a demandĂŠ avec un lĂŠger sourire : ÂŤ Ă quoi pensais-tu tout Ă l'heure ? Voulais-tu le faire pour rendre Harold jaloux ? Âť Manifestement, Waylen venait aussi de la reconnaĂŽtre. Rena ne pouvait pas faire semblant de ne pas connaĂŽtre cet homme. Waylen ĂŠtait cĂŠlèbre, après tout. Rena ne l'avait pas reconnu tout Ă l'heure simplement Ă cause de l'alcool. Comme Rena savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas se permettre d'offenser un tel personnage, elle a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses docilement. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠe, M. Fowler. Je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. Âť Heureusement que M. Fowler ne lui a pas compliquĂŠ les choses. Après la conversation, Waylen s'est redressĂŠ et lui a lancĂŠ un manteau. ÂŤ Mets-le, je te ramène. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ doucement. Dans la Bentley de Waylen, bien qu'aucun des deux n'ait parlĂŠ pendant tout le trajet, Rena jetait de temps en temps un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'homme. L'homme avait un visage anguleux et une mâchoire parfaite. Bien que Rena ne connaisse pas la marque de la chemise qu'il portait, elle pouvait constater qu'elle ĂŠtait très chère. Après quelques minutes de silence, Waylen a arrĂŞtĂŠ la voiture devant leur destination. Il a tournĂŠ lĂŠgèrement la tĂŞte et a regardĂŠ les jambes fines et droites de la jeune femme pendant quelques secondes avant de lui tendre sa carte de visite. Rena comprenait ce que cela signifiait. Elle ĂŠtait surprise que Waylen veuille encore garder le contact avec elle après avoir dĂŠcouvert son identitĂŠ. MalgrĂŠ le fait qu'il soit charmant, Rena a hĂŠsitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une mauvaise idĂŠe de s'embrouiller avec un gros bonnet comme lui, alors elle a dit : ÂŤ M. Fowler, nous ferions mieux de ne pas rester en contact. Âť Waylen a haussĂŠ les ĂŠpaules d'un air indiffĂŠrent. Rena ĂŠtait vraiment belle, mais Waylen ne la forcerait pas si elle n'ĂŠtait pas intĂŠressĂŠe. Il a donc rangĂŠ sa carte de visite dans sa poche et a dit : ÂŤ Le conservatisme te va bien. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu gĂŞnĂŠe, mais avant qu'elle ne puisse rĂŠpondre, Waylen est sorti de la voiture et lui a ouvert la porte comme un gentleman. Dès que Rena est descendue, la voiture s'est ĂŠloignĂŠe lentement. Une brise fraĂŽche a soufflĂŠ sur elle, la faisant frissonner. C'est alors qu'elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait oubliĂŠ de lui rendre le manteau. Pendant que Rena hĂŠsitait Ă essayer de le rattraper ou pas, son tĂŠlĂŠphone s'est mis Ă sonner. En jetant un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'afficheur, elle a vu que c'ĂŠtait sa belle-mère Eloise qui l'appelait. La voix anxieuse de celle-ci a retenti Ă l'autre bout du fil dès qu'elle a dĂŠcrochĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, reviens Ă la maison tout de suite ! Il s'est passĂŠ quelque chose de grave ! Âť Rena a tentĂŠ de lui poser des questions, mais Eloise n'a pas rĂŠussi Ă lui expliquer clairement au tĂŠlĂŠphone et s'est contentĂŠe de la supplier de rentrer Ă la maison le plus vite possible. Chapitre 2 Pas un homme ordinaire Dès que Rena est entrĂŠe dans la maison, elle a trouvĂŠ Eloise assise dans le canapĂŠ, hĂŠbĂŠtĂŠe. Les yeux rouges d'Eloise donnaient l'impression d'avoir pleurĂŠ. Rena a regardĂŠ autour d'elle et a demandĂŠ avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ : ÂŤ Qu'est-ce qui s'est passĂŠ, Eloise ? OĂš est papa ? Âť Eloise ĂŠtait la deuxième femme du père de Rena. La femme n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de s'effondrer Ă l'ĂŠvocation de son mari. ÂŤ Harold est tellement cruel ! Quand le Groupe Moore ĂŠtait en difficultĂŠ il y a quelques annĂŠes, tu ne l'as jamais abandonnĂŠ. Maintenant que leur entreprise a retrouvĂŠ son ĂŠquilibre, non seulement il t'a larguĂŠe, mais aussi il a essayĂŠ d'envoyer ton père en prison ! Ton père est maintenant au centre de dĂŠtention Ă cause de ce garçon ingrat ! Âť Après une courte pause, Rena a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ Laisse-moi parler Ă Harold. Âť MĂŞme si Rena et Harold avaient rompu, ils ĂŠtaient ensemble depuis longtemps. Rena pensait qu'Harold ne serait pas aussi impitoyable. Elle a donc composĂŠ le numĂŠro de tĂŠlĂŠphone d'Harold. Rapidement, l'appel a ĂŠtĂŠ connectĂŠ. Rena a suppliĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, nous nous sommes dĂŠjĂ sĂŠparĂŠs. S'il te plaĂŽt, ne dĂŠverse pas ta colère sur mon père. Âť Mais Harold s'est contentĂŠ de ricaner froidement. ÂŤ Quelqu'un doit ĂŞtre tenu pour responsable des pertes. Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse demander de la pitiĂŠ, Harold a repris la parole. ÂŤ Il y a en fait une autre façon de rĂŠgler ceci... Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je laisserai ton père partir. Âť Rena a tremblĂŠ de colère. ÂŤ Harold, tu me dĂŠgoĂťtes ! Âť Harold a rĂŠpondu d'un ton enjouĂŠ : ÂŤ Tu as toujours su quel genre de personne je suis, n'est-ce pas ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Je refuse ! Pas question ! Âť Harold s'en est moquĂŠ. ÂŤ Alors tu ferais mieux d'engager un bon avocat pour ton père. Après tout, une telle somme d'argent le mettra derrière les barreaux pour au moins une dĂŠcennie. Âť Rena a rĂŠpliquĂŠ : ÂŤ J'engagerai le meilleur avocat du pays ! Âť ÂŤ Veux-tu dire Waylen ? Âť, a demandĂŠ Harold avec un petit rire suffisant. ÂŤ As-tu oubliĂŠ que c'est mon futur beau-frère ? Penses-tu qu'il t'aidera vraiment pour le procès ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les poings si fort que ses jointures sont devenues blanches. Elle n'a trouvĂŠ aucun mot pour rĂŠfuter. Harold a souri et a ajoutĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, j'attendrai que tu me supplies de te reprendre ! Âť Rena a raccrochĂŠ brusquement le tĂŠlĂŠphone, trop furieuse pour continuer Ă ĂŠcouter les propos de cet homme. Ayant entendu leur conversation, Eloise a maugrĂŠĂŠ : ÂŤ Ne t'inquiète pas, Rena. Nous ne le laisserons jamais te faire du mal ! Âť Des larmes de colère ont coulĂŠ sur les joues d'Eloise. ÂŤ Mais Harold a raison. M. Fowler est son futur beau-frère. Pourquoi nous aiderait-il ? Rena, il doit y avoir une solution... Âť Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte. Au bout d'un moment, elle a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ J'ai rencontrĂŠ M. Fowler une fois. Je vais tenter de le convaincre. Âť Eloise l'a regardĂŠe avec incrĂŠdulitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une femme particulièrement perspicace. Alors seulement, Eloise a remarquĂŠ que le manteau de l'homme drapĂŠ autour des ĂŠpaules de Rena, elle a devinĂŠ ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Mais elle ĂŠtait rĂŠticente Ă interroger Rena Ă ce sujet. Il ĂŠtait difficile pour Rena de retrouver Waylen. Dans le hall du cabinet d'avocats Sterling, la rĂŠceptionniste a poliment rejetĂŠ la demande de Rena. ÂŤ J'ai bien peur de ne pas pouvoir vous laisser monter sans rendez-vous, madame. Âť Rena s'est pincĂŠ les lèvres, regrettant de ne pas avoir pris la carte de visite de l'homme hier soir. ÂŤ Si je prends rendez-vous maintenant, quand pourrai-je le voir ? Âť, a-t-elle demandĂŠ anxieusement. La rĂŠceptionniste a vĂŠrifiĂŠ et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Dans un demi-mois. Âť Le cĹur de Rena s'est effondrĂŠ. Ă ce moment-lĂ , les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes et un homme et une femme en sont sortis. L'homme n'ĂŠtait autre que Waylen ! Il portait un costume noir sur mesure, ressemblant au top premier de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. En revanche, Rena ne connaissait pas la femme. Elle avait l'air d'avoir une trentaine d'annĂŠes et ĂŠtait très belle. Les yeux de Waylen ont croisĂŠ ceux de Rena, mais il a fait comme s'il ne la connaissait pas et a raccompagnĂŠ la cliente jusqu'Ă la porte. Waylen a serrĂŠ la main de la femme et lui a dit au revoir. La femme a dit avec coquetterie : ÂŤ Si vous n'aviez pas ĂŠtĂŠ lĂ , M. Fowler, je n'aurais pas obtenu un centime de mon ex-mari ! Vous n'imaginez pas Ă quel point il a ĂŠtĂŠ avare avec moi après avoir eu sa maĂŽtresse... Âť Waylen a esquissĂŠ un lĂŠger sourire. ÂŤ Ăa fait partie du boulot. Âť La femme l'a ensuite dĂŠvisagĂŠ et lui a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, aimeriez-vous prendre un cafĂŠ avec moi ? Âť Rena a regardĂŠ la belle femme et s'est dit qu'aucun homme ordinaire ne pourrait la repousser. Mais Waylen a fait exception. Il a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă sa montre et a poliment refusĂŠ. ÂŤ Je crains d'avoir un rendez-vous plus tard. Âť La femme savait que Waylen ne s'intĂŠressait pas Ă elle, mais a eu la politesse de ne pas le dire franchement. Après lui avoir dit au revoir, la femme est montĂŠe dans sa voiture et s'en est allĂŠe. Une fois la femme partie, Waylen s'est rendu directement Ă la rĂŠception et a demandĂŠ Ă Rena : ÂŤ As-tu changĂŠ d'avis ? Âť Chapitre 3 Quel hypocrite ! Visiblement, Rena s'est raidie. D'une manière maladroite, elle a brandi un sac en papier et a expliquĂŠ : ÂŤ Je suis venue te rendre ton manteau. Âť Waylen a acquiescĂŠ et a pris le sac. ÂŤ Merci. Âť Sans rien ajouter, il s'est dirigĂŠ vers l'ascenseur. Rena est sortie de sa transe et s'est dĂŠpĂŞchĂŠe de le rattraper. ÂŤ M. Fowler, il y a quelque chose que je... Âť Les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes dès que Waylen a appuyĂŠ sur le bouton. Sans hĂŠsiter, Rena l'a suivi Ă l'intĂŠrieur. Voyant cela, Waylen l'a regardĂŠe d'un Ĺil inquisiteur. Ensuite, il a lissĂŠ sa chemise et a dit avec indiffĂŠrence : ÂŤ Je ne m'occuperai pas de ton affaire. Âť Rena s'est tue. On dirait que Waylen ĂŠtait dĂŠjĂ au courant de l'affaire concernant son père ! Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a demandĂŠ doucement : ÂŤ Harold t'a-t-il demandĂŠ de ne pas t'occuper de mon affaire ? Âť Waylen l'a regardĂŠe dans le miroir et a souri. ÂŤ Je n'aime pas mĂŠlanger mes affaires privĂŠes avec le travail. Âť Rena a compris ce qu'il voulait dire. Si elle venait le voir pour quelque chose en rapport avec le travail, elle pouvait tout simplement l'oublier. Les oreilles de Rena ont rougi sous l'effet de l'embarras. Mais Waylen ne l'a pas forcĂŠe Ă faire quoi que ce soit. L'ascenseur s'est finalement arrĂŞtĂŠ au vingt-huitième ĂŠtage. La secrĂŠtaire de Waylen attendait Ă la porte de l'ascenseur. Elle ĂŠtait surprise de voir Rena avec lui, mais comme elle travaillait depuis des annĂŠes pour cet homme, elle savait qu'il ne fallait rien dire. ÂŤ M. Fowler, votre client est arrivĂŠ Âť, a-t-elle dit poliment. Waylen a lancĂŠ le sac en papier Ă sa secrĂŠtaire et a dit : ÂŤ Envoie-le au pressing. Âť La secrĂŠtaire a acquiescĂŠ et est partie. Waylen a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et s'est mis Ă manipuler son tĂŠlĂŠphone. Sans lever les yeux, il a dit Ă Rena : ÂŤ Trouve un autre avocat. Âť Ensuite, Waylen a quittĂŠ l'ascenseur juste avant que les portes ne se referment. Rena a serrĂŠ les dents. Quel hypocrite ! Ă la maison, Eloise ĂŠtait de plus en plus anxieuse. Rena ĂŠtait très stressĂŠe et a dĂŠcidĂŠ de rencontrer sa camarade de classe, Vera Byrd. Vera s'ĂŠtait mariĂŠe avec un homme riche de Duefron juste après avoir obtenu son diplĂ´me. Ce mari disposait d'un large ĂŠventail de contacts. Rena, qui n'avait nulle part oĂš aller, a demandĂŠ de l'aide Ă Vera. Elles se sont retrouvĂŠes dans un cafĂŠ et Rena n'a pas perdu de temps pour raconter Ă son amie tout ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Vera a maudit Harold avec vĂŠhĂŠmence. Après avoir dĂŠversĂŠ sa colère, elle a rĂŠflĂŠchi un moment et a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ As-tu vraiment failli passer un moment avec Waylen ? Âť Rena a rougi et a remuĂŠ son cafĂŠ avec raideur. Vera a baissĂŠ le ton et l'a taquinĂŠe : ÂŤ Rena, tu es vraiment quelqu'un d'exceptionnel ! MĂŞme les stars n'arrivent pas Ă attirer l'attention de Waylen. Il y a rarement des ragots sur lui parce qu'il est tellement "chaste". Âť Rena a souri avec amertume et a changĂŠ de sujet. ÂŤ Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai pas eu d'autre choix que de me tourner vers toi, Vera. Âť Waylen dĂŠtenait un grand pouvoir et un grand prestige dans les hautes sphères de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. Vera pourrait facilement s'attirer les ennuis si elle osait aider Rena. Mais Vera ĂŠtait l'amie loyale de Rena. Grâce Ă ses relations, elle a rapidement trouvĂŠ l'emploi du temps de Waylen. Le samedi, Waylen avait rendez-vous avec un joueur de golf Ă un club rural Ă trois heures de l'après-midi. Rena s'y est rendue avec Vera et son mari Ă l'heure convenue. Contre toute attente, Harold ĂŠtait ĂŠgalement prĂŠsent. Rena ĂŠtait stupĂŠfaite de la tournure que prenaient les ĂŠvĂŠnements. Vera a pincĂŠ le bras de son mari et s'est ĂŠcriĂŠe : ÂŤ Pourquoi ne nous as-tu pas dit qu'Harold serait aussi lĂ ? Comment Rena peut-elle demander de l'aide Ă Waylen maintenant ? Âť Le mari de Vera a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠ, Rena ! Je ne savais pas, je le jure ! Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse reculer, Waylen les a aperçus. Waylen, riche et beau, ĂŠtait habillĂŠ d'une tenue de golf blanche. Il avait une grande taille qui le distinguait de tous les autres. Comme au cabinet d'avocats, Waylen a fait semblant de ne pas reconnaĂŽtre Rena et n'a saluĂŠ que le mari de Vera. Celui-ci, flattĂŠ, lui a rendu son sourire. Ensuite, Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena. Rena avait une peau lisse et souple. Elle avait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment enfilĂŠ des vĂŞtements qui mettaient en valeur son physique. Le tee-shirt blanc moulant lui donnait un air ĂŠnergique, tandis que le short gris clair faisait ressortir ses longues jambes parfaites. Ses cheveux bruns, longs et ondulĂŠs, ĂŠtaient attachĂŠs en chignon, ce qui renforçait son charme. Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena, puis a demandĂŠ avec dĂŠsinvolture : ÂŤ Et vous ĂŞtes... ? Âť Chapitre 4 Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Waylen a fait comme s'il ne connaissait pas Rena. Le mari de Vera ĂŠtait plutĂ´t avisĂŠ et n'a pas dĂŠvoilĂŠ son mensonge. ÂŤ M. Fowler, voici une camarade de classe de Vera, Mme Rena Gordon. Elle est professeur de piano. Âť Waylen a souri d'un air entendu. ÂŤ EnchantĂŠ, Mme Gordon ! Âť En disant, il a tendu la main, comme un vrai gentleman. Autour d'eux, les autres hommes d'ĂŠlite les regardaient avec curiositĂŠ. Constatant que la jolie Rena ĂŠtait lĂ pour Waylen, ils ĂŠtaient très jaloux. Quelqu'un a mĂŞme commentĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, tu as de la chance. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu inexpĂŠrimentĂŠe et n'a jamais ĂŠtĂŠ confrontĂŠe Ă cette situation. Elle ne pouvait s'empĂŞcher de rougir et de tendre timidement sa petite main. La grande main de Waylen a serrĂŠ la sienne. Ensuite, Waylen l'a lâchĂŠe et lui a dit avec un sourire charmeur : ÂŤ Mme Gordon, aimeriez-vous jouer une partie de golf avec moi ? Âť Sans attendre de rĂŠponse, Waylen s'est retournĂŠ et a commencĂŠ Ă marcher vers le terrain, comme s'il n'allait pas la laisser refuser. Rena n'a pas eu d'autre choix que de le suivre. Derrière Rena, on pouvait voir Harold tenir le club et les regarder avec un visage sombre. Waylen ĂŠtait de bonne humeur aujourd'hui. Raison pour laquelle il n'ĂŠtait pas du tout impatient, mĂŞme si Rena disait qu'elle ne savait pas jouer au golf. ÂŤ Ne t'en fais pas. je t'apprendrai ! Âť Dès que Waylen a dit cela, tout le monde a compris ce qu'il voulait vraiment, mĂŞme la naĂŻve Rena. Waylen essayait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment de se rapprocher d'elle, ce qui signifiait qu'il n'aimait pas Harold et qu'il voulait le contrarier ! Rena portait un short qui dĂŠvoilait ses longues jambes. Au fur et Ă mesure qu'il se rapprochait d'elle, elle pouvait sentir la chaleur qui ĂŠmanait du corps de Waylen. Rena n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de rougir. ÂŤ Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Âť, lui a chuchotĂŠ Waylen Ă l'oreille. Rena s'est figĂŠe. Waylen lui a tenu les mains, qui tenaient le club. Il lui a ensuite guidĂŠ les bras pour qu'elle fasse un swing parfait. Dès que la balle a ĂŠtĂŠ envoyĂŠe au loin, les gens autour d'eux ont applaudi Ă tout rompre. Tout le monde ĂŠtait impatient de flatter Waylen. ÂŤ M. Fowler et Mme Gordon travaillent bien ensemble ! Âť ÂŤ Oui, M. Fowler lui a très bien enseignĂŠ. Âť ÂŤ Encore un coup, M. Fowler ! Âť Waylen ĂŠtait habituĂŠ Ă entendre les gens lui parler ainsi. Mais ce n'ĂŠtait pas le cas pour Rena. Elle a rougi furieusement. Waylen lui a soufflĂŠ Ă l'oreille. ÂŤ Mme Gordon, pouvons-nous frapper une autre balle ? Âť Waylen ĂŠtait très douĂŠ pour le golf. Au deuxième coup, il a rĂŠussi Ă faire un trou d'un coup. Ceux qui les entouraient ont Ă nouveau applaudi Ă tout rompre. Waylen les a remerciĂŠs d'un signe de la main. L'homme avait l'air si beau et si ĂŠnergique que le cĹur de Rena s'est mis Ă battre la chamade. Ce jour-lĂ , elle ĂŠtait venue lĂ pour essayer de convaincre Waylen, mais en fin de compte, la situation s'ĂŠtait inversĂŠe. Rena savait que si Waylen voulait une femme, la plupart d'entre elles ne rĂŠsisteraient pas Ă son charme. Seulement qu'un homme de son rang ne s'abaisserait pas facilement. Toujours tenant Rena par derrière, Waylen l'a aidĂŠe Ă frapper d'autres coups. Pendant la pause, Rena s'est assise Ă cĂ´tĂŠ de Waylen. Celui-ci n'ĂŠtait pas très bavard. La plupart du temps, il parlait du business avec d'autres personnes, et parfois d'affaires juridiques, mais il ne parlait presque pas avec elle. Se mordant la lèvre, Rena a rĂŠflĂŠchi Ă un moyen de s'attirer ses faveurs. Rena a tendu Ă Waylen une bouteille de boisson et une serviette neuve. Elle s'occupait de lui comme une servante loyale. Naturellement, Waylen a acceptĂŠ. Vera a cru que c'ĂŠtait l'occasion ou jamais. Elle a conduit Rena dans les toilettes pour avoir une discussion entre filles. ÂŤ Je ne m'attendais pas Ă ce que M. Fowler soit aussi un dragueur ! Je l'ai dĂŠjĂ vu plusieurs fois Ă des soirĂŠes, et il a toujours ĂŠtĂŠ très sĂŠrieux. Âť Vera ne voulait pas que Rena tombe pour de vrai amoureuse de Waylen, car elle doutait qu'il l'ĂŠpouse. Harold ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère de Waylen, après tout. Rena l'a rassurĂŠe doucement : ÂŤ Je veux juste le supplier pour qu'il m'aide. Je ne suis pas si naĂŻve, Vera. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement. Au moment oĂš elles s'apprĂŞtaient Ă quitter les toilettes, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied. Harold est entrĂŠ Ă grands pas. Sans laisser le temps aux filles de rĂŠagir, il a brusquement poussĂŠ Rena contre le mur. Vera a entrepris de l'ĂŠloigner de son amie avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ. ÂŤ Harold, qu'est-ce que tu fais ? Âť Toutefois, Harold ĂŠtait beaucoup plus fort qu'elle. Sans grand effort, il a poussĂŠ Vera hors des toilettes. La seconde d'après, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ verrouillĂŠe de l'intĂŠrieur. Vera a frappĂŠ la porte avec force et a grondĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold ! Ouvre la porte ! Ne t'avise pas de lui faire du mal ! Âť Harold s'en moquait ĂŠperdument. Chapitre 5 Une relation de 4 ans Rena, une femme de petite taille, ne faisait pas le poids face Ă Harold, mĂŞme si elle se dĂŠbattait avec acharnement. Harold a ricanĂŠ. ÂŤ Tu es venu pour Waylen, câest ça ? Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es capable d'y parvenir ? Tout le monde sait qu'il ne se laisse pas facilement entraĂŽner par les femmes. Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a maudit intĂŠrieurement l'homme en face d'elle. Elle a baissĂŠ les yeux et a dit froidement : ÂŤ Ce ne sont pas tes affaires. Âť Harold l'a regardĂŠe de haut et a ricanĂŠ d'un air incrĂŠdule. ÂŤ Tu as dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment abordĂŠ Waylen devant moi. Crois-tu que je m'en soucie ? Âť Cet homme dĂŠgoĂťtait tellement Rena. Elle l'a regardĂŠ avec un dĂŠdain non masquĂŠ et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, si tu n'avais pas piĂŠgĂŠ mon père, je ne me serais pas du tout intĂŠressĂŠe Ă la personne que tu vais ĂŠpouser ! Ne te flatte pas ! Âť Harold l'a fixĂŠe sans mot dire. Rena s'est forcĂŠe Ă le regarder dans les yeux. Elle ne voulait pas se montrer faible devant lui. Après un long moment, Harold a gloussĂŠ avec moquerie. ÂŤ Rena, tu accepteras ma proposition d'une manière ou d'une autre ! Tu n'as qu'Ă attendre ! Âť Ensuite, il a ouvert la porte et est parti en claquant la porte derrière lui. AussitĂ´t qu'Harold est parti, Rena a eu les jambes lourdes et a appuyĂŠ la tĂŞte contre le mur pour se soutenir, les larmes coulant lentement le long de ses joues. Quel homme cruel ! Pendant les quatre dernières annĂŠes, Rena avait fait beaucoup pour Harold, mais il n'avait fait que la trahir ! Elle venait seulement de se rendre compte qu'Harold jouait avec ses sentiments depuis le dĂŠbut. Il n'avait jamais voulu l'ĂŠpouser ! En pensant Ă cela, Rena a pleurĂŠ amèrement. ÂŤ Rena ? Âť La voix de Vera l'a ramenĂŠe Ă la raison. Rena s'est essuyĂŠ les larmes et a levĂŠ les yeux. Elle s'est figĂŠe sur place devant le spectacle qui s'offrait Ă elle. Sur le seuil de la porte se tenaient non seulement Vera et son mari, mais aussi Waylen. Celui-ci s'ĂŠtait changĂŠ et portait maintenant une chemise bleu foncĂŠ et un pantalon de costume gris. Vera ĂŠtait inquiète pour Rena, mais elle s'est abstenue de parler d'Harold. Elle a vite trouvĂŠ une solution et a dit : ÂŤ Il s'est mis Ă pleuvoir tout d'un coup, alors jouons au golf une autre fois, d'accord ? Âť Son mari a compris et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Bonne idĂŠe ! Jouons au golf une autre fois. M. Fowler, pouvez-vous raccompagner Rena ? Vera et moi avons quelque chose Ă faire juste après. Âť Waylen a jetĂŠ un bref coup d'Ĺil aux yeux rouges et larmoyants de Rena. Au bout d'un moment, il a acquiescĂŠ. ÂŤ Bien sĂťr. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement, mais en mĂŞme temps, elle s'est sentie un peu mal pour Rena. Le vent soufflait fort, et la pluie ne semblait pas vouloir cesser. En revanche, le tonnerre et les ĂŠclairs ĂŠtaient sans pitiĂŠ. Le parking ĂŠtant Ă ciel ouvert, Waylen est allĂŠ chercher sa voiture. Au bout d'un moment, une Bentley Continental GT dorĂŠe s'est arrĂŞtĂŠe devant Rena. Elle n'avait pas de parapluie, mais elle n'a donc pas osĂŠ demander Ă Waylen de sortir de la voiture pour lui tenir un parapluie. Elle s'est empressĂŠe de monter dans la voiture, la pluie tombant sans relâche. Bien qu'elle ait fait aussi vite que possible, elle ĂŠtait trempĂŠe avant d'avoir bouclĂŠ sa ceinture de sĂŠcuritĂŠ. L'eau dĂŠgoulinant de ses cheveux, elle ĂŠtait un peu mal Ă l'aise, craignant que Waylen ne soit pas content d'elle. Mais l'homme n'a fait que lui jeter un coup d'Ĺil. Sans dire un mot, il a dĂŠmarrĂŠ la voiture. Le club ĂŠtait Ă mi-hauteur de la montagne. Le trajet jusqu'au pied de la montagne prendrait un certain temps, et le climatiseur de la voiture ĂŠtait enclenchĂŠ. Rena n'a pas tardĂŠ Ă trembler de froid et ses lèvres sont devenues pâles et bleues. En attendant que le feu passe au vert, Waylen lui a tendu un manteau et lui a dit : ÂŤ Tiens. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ d'un signe de tĂŞte. Dès que Rena a enfilĂŠ le manteau, elle a soupirĂŠ de soulagement Ă cause de la chaleur que cela lui procurait. Mais Waylen n'a pas ĂŠteint le climatiseur. Il ĂŠtait trop concentrĂŠ sur la route Ă suivre. C'ĂŠtait un jour d'orage, et la circulation ĂŠtait dense en ville. Waylen a allumĂŠ une cigarette et en a tirĂŠ une longue bouffĂŠe, avant de demander nonchalamment : ÂŤ Pendant combien de temps ĂŠtais-tu avec Harold ? Âť Rena s'est raidie Ă cette question. Mais elle n'avait aucune raison d'ĂŞtre malhonnĂŞte. 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đĽđĽLUST IS SWEETER THE SECOND TIME AROUNDđđHindi ko na ma-distinguish between love and hate, ito ba?đ | đđBaby,Maligayang pagdating sa mundo ng mga nasa hustong gulangđđ Nagising si Natalie na masakit ang bawat bahagi ng kaniyang katawan. Ang unang sumalubong sa kaniya ay ang amoy ng alak, sigarilyo, at panlalaking pabango. Nag-init ang bandang tainga ni Natalie nang bumalik sa alala niya ang mga nangyari sa kanila kagabi. âYouâre awake and cold.â Binalutan pa siya ng kumot nito. âTama ka nga. Virgin ka. Alam mo ba kung anong ibig sabihin nito?â âH-HindiâŚâ âAkin ka na.â Nilaro nito ang pisngi ni Natalie. Bakas sa boses nito na natutuwa ito. âMaliligo ako⌠Or ganito na lang. Mag-shower tayo nang sabay. O gusto mo na ikaw na lang? Gusto mo kargahin kita papuntang banyo? May tub doon.â Ikinagulat ito ni Natalie. Kagabi lang ay parang baliw na hayop ito. Ngayon naman ay maamong tupa na ito. âO-Okay lang. Mauna ka na.â Umismid ang lalaki. Iniisip nitong baka nahihiya lang ang babae. âSige, Iâll go first. Hintayin mo ako.â Mabilis na dinampot ni Natalie ang mga damit niya. Sinamantala niya ang maingay na lagaslas ng tubig galing sa shower para lisanin ang lugar na iyon. Nagpasiya humingi Natalie ng tulong dahil kailangan ng pera para sa pagpapagamot ng kapatid niya agad. âHello, pwede po ba kay Mr. Antonio Garcia. Ako po si Natalieâ [Pwede mo kaming puntahan.] ...... Pinatunayan ang pagkakakilanlan ni Natalie ng pangalang nakalagay sa jade bracelet. âButi na lamang at nakita mo ito. Kasal ka na ba? O gusto mo na bang ituloy ang kasunduan namin ng mama mo?â Tanong ni Antonio Garcia. âNako. Hindi po. H-Hindi po tungkol sa kasunduan ang dahilan ng pagpunta ko rito. Nakakahiya man po⌠pero kakapalan ko na po ang mukha ko. Kailangang-kailangan ko po kasiâŚâ Bago pa man masabi ni Natalie ang pakay ay may pumasok na tauhan ni Antonio. âDumating na si Mateo, sir!â âAh! Perfect timing talaga itong apo ko na ito!â Dire-diretso na si Mateo sa study ni Antonio. âLolo! Iâm home! Anong dinner natin? Magchess tayo mamayaââ Ngunit naputol ang anumang sasabihin sana niya ng makita si Natalie. Napakaganda nito. Pamilyar ito kay Mateo, âyon nga lang ay hindi niya maalala kung saan sila nagkita. âMateo! Iâm so happy! What are the odds na pareho na kayong nandito?â âSino po, lolo?â âSiya si Natalie. Naalala mo 'yong fiancee mo?â | LEARN_MORE | https://markwer.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14827& | Philip Spicy Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61561349855790/ | 44,166 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | markwer.com | DCO | đđTumakbo siya palayo sa kanya at hinabol siya, hindi makakalipad nang walang pakpakđđ | https://markwer.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14827&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463625536_1100947884725788_8116425155759821999_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tb4S1kbFaAsQ7kNvgEtUscr&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGaieEDMmw7fIRQfG_a2jdV&oh=00_AYBWRTYloj2gYurdsuy_wYByTtP_MrNC8TxITtDRclupwg&oe=67303BB2 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Philip Spicy Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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RIP to musical genius, Quincy Jones. Shown here with Sarah Vaughan at Mister Kelly's Chicago. We are forever grateful to the joy he created. See more Quincy and Sarah in "Live at Mister Kelly's" now streaming on Amazon and Tubi. #quincyjones #jazzmusic | NO_BUTTON | Mister Kelly's Chicago | https://www.facebook.com/misterkellyschicago/ | 14,260 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465662778_1714953652572080_9009300964736361497_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qveSr5bGA-MQ7kNvgHSyvsU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AkZwMOcpqfoDzRyB_WceKp8&oh=00_AYAw6vCy0Ocm_gd-9WKGS-SKG0UOlGlsASp8GBHb2kp3tg&oe=6730663C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mister Kelly's Chicago | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŚ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŚI⌠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŚ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŚI⌠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herâher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonât be a concubine. Sheâll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheâs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donât really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeâs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheâs unlike any woman Iâve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheâs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateâs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnât seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheâs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheâs above household squabbles and wouldnât want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatâs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itâs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iâll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donât you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. âWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.â âOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?â Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyâs life respectable, and this was her reward. âEnough,â Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. âIâve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonât change anything.â As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. âMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!â Lulu, Carissaâs maid, said, wiping her tears. âDonât call him that!â Carissa gave her a stern look. âWe never consummated the marriage. Heâs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.â âWhy the dowry list?â Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. âSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.â Lulu gasped. âLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?â Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered â assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyâs former glory seemed impossibleâat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyâs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. âLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.â ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaâs arrival to the king three times. âYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,â he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. âI canât summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.â âThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheâs been standing there for over an hour without moving.â Salvador felt a pang of guilt. âBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnât want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.â âYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,â Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. âAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iâll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,â said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. âAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!â ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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đĽđĽClick to read the next chapter for freeđ | Chapter 1 Ella POV My best friend is conceived with my husbandâs child, and they clearly no longer trying to hide it from me. David, my husband and childhood sweetheart, was standing in front of me with his arms wrapped around Amanda. Amanda had one arm around him, and her other hand was placed over her lower belly. Amanda saw me and smiled coyly at me. "I'm starting to show," she said. She turned her adoring gaze up to David. "Your baby is growing so fast." It felt like something in my chest snapped at those words. "How could you?" I asked in disbelief. "How could both of you betray me?" David's eyes turned to mine with a cold expression. "I haven't betrayed you," he said with obvious distaste. "Amanda is my fated mate. I've known ever since my first shift when I was only eighteen." David and I had known each other our whole lives. I had been with him on his first shift; we'd celebrated together. If he knew then, why didn't he tell me? Through it all, I never knew that he had found his fated mate, let alone that it was my best friend. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked shakily. "If I had known that you were fated mates, I would have stepped aside." "My pack isnât as powerful as yours," Amanda said with a sneer. "And I have four siblings, so I'm not able to inherit a thing. We needed your name to win the Alpha King selection, but not anymore." "Your use has run out," David said coldly. He released Amanda from his grasp and took a step toward me. From his pocket, he pulled out a vial and held it out. "Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be," he said. "Drink the poison yourself. That's an order from your king." I'd stood by his side through so much. I'd helped him ascend from the rank of alpha to become the Alpha King. We've been married for the past three years. Then he wanted to poison me to death? I shook my head slowly, wishing that I could shake away this whole bizarre scene. "I'm the Luna Queen of this country," I replied. "No one can murder me without a good reason, not even you." "Normally, that would be true," David said. "But your family has colluded with rogues to betray me." His lips curled into a sickening smirk. "Or at least that's what's been reported to me, so I have every right to execute you. Don't worry, your family will be joining you soon." "It isn't true," I said, with tears stinging my eyes. "I don't believe it, David. I have to investigate." "You canât do anything," he snarled. He moved towards me, but Amanda grabbed his forearm. He paused and turned to look at her. "There's no need to become violent," she said sweetly. "Why don't you go handle your work? After all, the king doesn't have time to waste. I'll handle this. Ella is my best friend, I'm sure I can reason with her." David leaned down and kissed her lightly. "I'll leave it to you then," he said as he handed her the bottle of poison. Then, without even sparing me a glance, he turned and walked out of the room. Amanda turned to me, and her face was so twisted with hatred that I barely recognized her. "David has always loved me," she said, stepping into my personal space. "You should know that. Even on your wedding night, after you got drunk and passed out, he came to my room." I felt like I was going to be sick. I wanted to argue, but I could tell by the look on her face that she was telling me the truth. "Ever since he was crowned king, we've been waiting for an opportunity to get rid of you and the rest of your family. In fact, we couldnât wait. Thatâs why David murdered your father.â âNo!â I shouted, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. âYes,â she replied with a laugh, as if she enjoyed seeing me in pain. âDid you think it was a coincidence that your father fell ill right when Davidâs pack fell on hard times and needed your pack's resources?" I had so many questions buzzing through my head, but the pain in my heart was too much for me to speak. I put my hand to my chest, and beneath my fingers, I could feel the way my heart was pounding. "I just had to let you know," Amanda smiled. âYou werenât that Alpha daughter who had it all since long agoâ âNow I donât have time for you,â she snarled. Without warning, she lunged forward and forced the vial of poison into my open mouth. I grabbed her wrist and tried to push her away, but it was too late. The bitter taste hit my tongue and burned my throat. I fell to the ground. I looked up at Amanda, who was smiling at me with so much cruelty that she looked like a demon. As my vision started to go black, I promised myself that if I ever met them again in another life, I would make them pay. With the last bit of energy and will that I had, I wished that I could have lived my life differently. I opened my eyes, expecting to see bright lights or pitch darkness, but what I saw instead was confetti floating through the air around me. I was surrounded by the sound of applause, and when I looked down, I was holding a bouquet of flowers. My mind struggled to process the scene. I looked and saw my friends and family assembled around me in a familiar banquet hall. David, a younger version of him, was kneeling in front of me, sliding a ring onto my left hand. Was I reliving his proposal? But why? He stood up and moved to embrace me, but I quickly stepped out of his reach. I wouldnât let him touch me. I hated him with every fiber of my being. He reached for me again, and I smashed the bouquet of flowers directly into his face. Chapter 2 Ella POV There were shouts and gasps of shock as the bouquet exploded into a pool of flower petals. David stumbled backward, out of my reach. "What are you doing?" Amanda's voice yelled in surprise. I turned to find her rushing towards me. For a moment, all I could see was the evil smile on her face after she poisoned me. Fear gripped my heart, and I stumbled backward, holding my arms out to keep Amanda from getting any closer. I ran past Amanda, David, and the crowd. It wasn't until I was out of the building that I realized I was back in my own pack territory. Instinctively, I kept running, seeking out a place where I knew I could be safeâmy parents' house. I rushed inside and didn't stop until I heard voices. I was in the living room, and the TV was on. The voice I was hearing was the news anchor's. I stared at the screen in shock, trying to understand what I was seeing. The date on the screenâit couldn't be. But it wasâthe date David proposed to me, the scene I had just run away from. Maybe it wasn't a memory. I remembered the confetti and the applause. I must have agreed to his proposal. It was just like the first time, except I was able to push him away. I was able to run. But what did that mean? I guess⌠I really got the chance to live everything again? "Ella?" I heard my mother's voice call out. I turned to look behind me, and I saw my mother and father entering the house with concerned expressions on their faces. Seeing my father almost made me collapse into tears, but I managed to hold myself together. Instead, I rushed forward and wrapped them both in a tight hug. "What's wrong?" my mother asked with concern as she gently rubbed my back. "Why did you run away like that?" "Is this really happening?" I asked shakily. The relief of seeing them alive and well was making it difficult to think. "Of course, it's really happening," my mother said sweetly. "You're getting married." I pulled away enough to look into her eyes. I could feel the warmth of their embrace. I recognized them and this house. I knew that I was really here. I had no idea how this had happenedâthe Moon Goddess or someone else must have heard my prayers and taken pity on me. I was living my life over again, and I could do things differently this time. My parents were here. My family was still safe and thriving in our pack lands. David was neither my husband nor the Alpha King at this moment. I wouldnât let anything or anyone take that away from me ever again. "I'm not marrying David," I said firmly. "What do you mean?" my mother asked. "You agreed." "How was I supposed to say no?" I found a proper way to explain this. "In front of everyone? I couldn't embarrass him like that. But I don't want to marry him. I won't do it." "Ella," my mother began, but my father interrupted her. "Okay," he said. I looked at him in surprise. I could tell by his expression that he was uncomfortable. "Okay?" I asked. He nodded. "It's your choice who you marry," he said. Upon hearing my father's words, my eyes began to well up again. He had always trusted my decisions unconditionally, and it's been years since I last felt this kind of support. All because of my wrong decision to trust David and Amanda. "It's not too late to call it off, is it?" I asked hopefully. "You haven't sent out invitations yet?" "We have," my mother said, a guilty look on her face. "David's family was so excited; they didnât want to waste any time, and we were all sure you would say yes." My heart sank. A wedding between David and me would be a major event. Everyone in the kingdom would know about it by now, and there would be hundreds of people invited. Laws and morals were strict for Alphas. Not only would it embarrass my father if I canceled, but he would be forced to make a public apology and pay a small fortune to David's family to make up for it. Reliving my life, I could never allow my father to be shamed like that. There had to be a way to get out of this and make it David's fault. Then his family would be the ones who had to pay and apologize. I just needed time to figure out a way to make that happen. "Don't call it off," I said. My father looked concerned. "But Ella, if you don't want to marry himâ" "I'm being silly," I said, forcing myself to smile. "I just need time to get used to everything." My mother smiled. "Of course, it's just nerves," she said with relief. Before I could say anything more, I heard footsteps approaching the living room. The three of us turned to see David rushing in, with his parents following close behind. He walked directly to me and lightly grabbed my arms. He looked worried. "Ella, what happened?" he asked. My stomach twisted with disgust, but I didnât push him away. There was a knock on the door, and I used it as an excuse to carefully pull away from his grip. I rushed to answer the door and found Amanda standing there. She walked in without waiting to be invited. I hurried back into the living room after her. She was walking towards David. I had to know for sure if they were already together at this time. I hurried past Amanda and walked to David's side. I wrapped my arms around him and turned my head so that I could see Amanda as he hugged me back. I saw a look of fear cross her face, and her eyes darted up to David's. I pulled back from the hug in time to see him looking at her with a reassuring smile. So it was trueâthey already had something between them. "What was that?" Amanda asked. "What happened at the proposal?" "I'm sorry," I said weakly. "I was just overwhelmed." I looked up at David with a slight pout on my face and wrapped him in another hug. "You still have such a childish personality," David's father said. "Maybe it would be best if David started working to assist your father with the Alpha duties since you're not mature enough to do it." "Father," David said in a warning tone. He looked annoyed. I knew that he wasnât actually trying to defend me. He just didnât want his father to act in a way that would raise suspicion. I could see on my father's face that he was angered by the other Alpha's words, but he was holding his tongue to be polite. I took a step back from David and looked his father in the eyes. "There's no need for that," I said with a smile. âI will be the future Alpha of this pack." Chapter 3 Ella POV I could feel everyone staring at me in shock at my words. I couldn't blame them; it wasn't the kind of confident statement I would have made before. But it was true nowâI would never allow David to become the Alpha of my family's pack in this life. I would be the one to take over for my father. "What suddenly changed your mind?â David's father said. âYou always refuse to learn how to be an Alpha. Now you know nothing about leading a pack. Whatâs wrong with letting David help you?" The first time this happened, I was too naĂŻve. My father always spoiled me, thinking I could spend another few years being his innocent little girl, so I didnât know anything about what it took to run a pack. Thatâs why all the power was handed over to David so easily when my father died. But I wanted my pack to survive and thrive so badly after my fatherâs death, so I learned hard to take care of a pack as Davidâs Luna. I had to learn because it was all too much for David to handle on his own. In fact, now that I thought about it, almost every serious issue that ever faced our packâI was the one to solve. "I think it's funny you would question my ability to lead," I said, smiling at him, "when your pack is in financial crisis this year. Your pack income relies too much on your farmers but you have no risk management. You lavished the taxes you collected from your farmers during the last few years, now you donât have enough money to make up for the crops that were lost this harsh winter." David's father looked like he wanted to yell, but I continued speaking. "Meanwhile, our pack is thriving. We've made sure that we have enough money put away to get us through any emergency, and we ensure that the funds our people need to do their jobsâjobs that keep our pack safe and healthyâare always available to them.â My father was nodding approvingly at my words. âWe know our people. We know when they're struggling, and we know that when we help them through their struggles, it makes our pack stronger. Thatâs a lesson you would do well to learn," I added. Everyone was staring at me with obvious surprise, but I kept my head held high and proud. I waited for David's father to respond, but he didnât say a word. Instead, he grabbed his wife, Lily, by the arm, and the two of them hurried out of the house. David stepped in front of me, and I could see a pained expression on his face. "What is going on?" he asked. "Why are you embarrassing me like this?" "I'm not trying to embarrass you," I said honestly. "I just think it's important for me to learn to lead my own pack. After all, you'll want my help once we're married, wonât you?" I could tell that he was seriously considering my words. Clearly, I wouldnât let him win the Alpha King selection this time. But from his current point of view, he could still use my support as a strong Alpha heir to win the selection. He could promote himself by showing our unified strengthâthat would win a lot of people over. "I'm sorry for how poorly things have gone today," I said, putting one hand against my temple. "Iâm not feeling well. I need to rest." Itâs all just been a lot. I desperately needed some alone time to sort out my plans. "Are you sick?" Amanda asked. "Itâs only a headache," I replied. "I'll make you some tea," my mother said as she left the room. My father patted me on the shoulder supportively, then followed her out, leaving just David, Amanda, and me alone. "I should just go up to my room," I said. "Iâm sure Iâll feel better after a little rest." "Iâll come with you," Amanda said. "I donât want you to stumble on the stairs." I forced myself to smile at her. "Iâm fine," I insisted. "We'll both walk you to your room," David said. I knew I wouldn't be able to convince them otherwise, so I had to agree. David kept his hand on my back as we walked up the stairs, and I found myself disgusted by his touch. When we reached my room, I went over and sat on my bed. "I'm fine now," I said. "Thank you." David looked hesitant but didnât try to argue further. "Iâll talk to you soon," he said as he stepped out and closed the door. Realizing David and Amanda were sharing some alone time, I stood up and rushed to the door, pressing my ear against the wood to listen. "I donât know whatâs going on with her," Amanda said. "None of that was the way I imagined it," David replied. "Not exactly the romantic proposal I had planned." I frowned as I listened to their idle talk, and walked back to my bed. That was when I realized I had a major problem. Whether they were having an affair now or not, they were being careful around me. I was never going to catch them easily before the wedding. But I had to expose them. It was the only way I was going to get out of this engagement without putting my pack at risk. I wasnât going to be able to do it alone. I couldnât go to my mother and father about this; they would never believe my story. Who could I possibly rely on? My phone beeped in my pocket. When I unlocked it, I saw a news alert. I clicked on it, and the image of a familiar handsome man popped up on my screen. I recognized Alpha Alexander immediately. He had been David's biggest rival for the Alpha King election. He was young, handsome, and popular with the ladies. The only reason David had stood a chance against him was because of his marriage to me. With our packs merged, we had the largest territory, and that gave him power. Without our marriage, thereâs no way David could win, and Alexander would probably become the Alpha King. He had a lot to gain from my marriage falling apart. Would it be possible to get him to help me take David down? Alexander was known for being a little unserious in his personal life. I vaguely remembered some scandal towards the end of the campaign for Alpha King. It all helped David in the final debate and was probably key to him winning. If Alexander had my support, it would surely benefit his campaign, and I could help him steer through those scandals since I knew they were coming. Not to mention, I had information about David and his pack that Alexander could use against him. I needed help to take David down and make sure he never became King. What better ally could I find than Alexander? Chapter 4 Ella POV I woke early the next morning, having decided to attend the opening of a new shopping center in the capital. I knew Alexander would be making an appearance there, and I hoped for a chance to speak with him. As I stood before my closet, preparing to get ready, I felt a headache forming. Everything was so brightly colored and attention-grabbing. I had to remind myself that I was 20 again. At this point in my life, I had focused on having fun and was eager to express my personality. I wanted to seem edgy, but now I feared I only came across as naive. That wasnât the impression I wanted to leave today. I needed to be taken seriously, especially by Alexander. Other than the proposal, this would be my first public appearance since coming of age, and I wanted to project confidence and maturity. After spending some time going through my closet, I found a pale yellow dress that wasnât frilly or covered in gemstones. I put it on and examined myself in the mirror. With the right styling, it could work. I continued to dig through my clothes and found a dark gray half-jacket, a pair of gray shoes that matched, and a belt that complemented the look. I kept my jewelry simple, wearing stud earrings and a pendant. It wasnât my best outfit, but I looked mature and put-together. Once I was ready, I went downstairs for breakfast. I could tell right away that my pack members were taken aback by my appearance. âYou look nice,â I heard someone say. âWhatâs the occasion?â âYou look so much more mature,â someone else chimed in. I smiled. âI wanted to go to the opening ceremony for the shopping center today, and I thought I should try to look nice.â My father smiled at me. âAre you sure?â he asked. âThere will be Alphas, Betas, and Gammas there. Normally, you hate interacting with other high-ranking wolves.â I smiled back at him. It was trueâwhen I was that innocent Alpha daughter, I hated attending formal events where I felt like I was being stared at and put on the spot. It was hard for me to know how to behave, and I was always afraid Iâd embarrass myself. This time, however, I was ready. âWell, I think itâs a good idea for me to start meeting with others and forming stronger relationships. After all, it will be beneficial for the packâs business in the future if Iâm on good terms with the others.â I could see that my mother and the others were staring at me in surprise, but my father just continued to smile proudly at me. The rest of breakfast was uneventful, as was the hour-long drive to the Capitol. It felt strange to be back here. The Capitol, where the Alpha King resided, was a bustling metropolitan area where many Alphas had their businesses, so Iâd spent a significant amount of time here throughout my life. But once David became king, the Capitol had become my home. I pushed those thoughts aside as we arrived at the shopping center. It had been built by Alexanderâs pack, and the moment I saw it, I realized it was a luxurious playground meant to showcase their wealth. With a large crowd expected, we didnât want to get stuck in any long lines, so we arrived ahead of time. There werenât too many people here yet. A podium with a microphone was set up for the official opening, but there was no sign of Alexander. I made my way to the front and approached one of the workers who was unwinding wires and setting up microphones. âExcuse me,â I asked, âDo you know where Alpha Alexander is?â The worker glanced at me curiously before recognition dawned on his face. âHeâs in his office, resting up for his speech. Heâs very busy today and will probably be back on the road as soon as the speech is over.â I frowned. I needed to make sure I got the chance to speak to him today. âThank you,â I said. I told my parents that I needed the restroom, and then I headed toward a nearby building, which housed the local headquarters for Alexanderâs pack. I walked toward the restroom and, once I was certain no one was paying attention to me, I hurried down the hallway. Luckily, I found my way to his office easily. It seemed my timing was good because Alexander and his Beta were walking down the hallway as I approached. I strode confidently up to them, but his Beta stepped in front of me. âIâm sorry,â he said, looking at me with a forced smile. âThe Alpha is very busy today. We might have time for a quick photo, but thatâs all.â I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his arrogance. âIâm not a fan,â I said pointedly. âMy name is Ella. I am the daughter of the Rowanwood Alpha. Iâm here to discuss a collaboration with Alpha Alexander.â The Betaâs demeanor shifted as he turned his attention to Alexander. âThis is Davidâs fiancĂŠe,â he said, referring to me. âThe news of their engagement was just announced recently.â Alexander looked at me curiously. "What kind of collaboration are you proposing?" I glanced at his Beta, then stepped closer. Alexander looked amused by my boldness, but I ignored it as I rose on my toes to whisper in his ear. "I want your help taking David down." Alexander smirked, his expression mocking. "You really are the naive little princess Iâve heard about," he said. "If youâre having a loverâs spat, youâll have to deal with it on your own. And if youâre trying to lure me into a trap, youâll need to be much more creative." He turned, motioning to his Beta, ready to brush past me. But as he did, all the pain from my relationship with David and his betrayal came rushing back, twisting in my chest. I took a deep breath to keep myself calm and looked Alexander squarely in the eye. "There have been unforgivable actions from David that I cannot disclose," I said firmly. "This is not a petty loverâs spat." Memories of my past life flowing back, sadness, and hatred of being murdered by my dear husband and best friend overwhelmed me once again. "It was about my pack, my family, and...everything." Alexander paused, his expression shifting slightly. I could tell he somehow felt the depth of my emotion. "You want to be the Alpha King," I continued. "I can help you do that.â "You sound confident about that," Alexander remarked. He stepped a little closer, and his eyes moved over me slowly. "My pack is powerful enough to let me win. Why would I need you?â I felt heat rise to my cheeks due to our proximity and the appraising way he was looking me up and down. I didnât let that distract me. âDavid might not be your biggest competition now. But our pack will merge after we get married, giving him the most power and sway,â I explained as calmly as I could. âYou, on the other hand, are known for being unserious. And the rumors... well, I donât need to remind you what they say, do I?" Alexanderâs eyes darkened as he stared at me. I quickly continued, not wanting to push him too far. "If you help me, once I become the Alpha of Rowanwood, I will put my full support behind you. I can help reshape your public image, and my status will gain you the support you need." Alexander was silent for a moment, considering my words. Then he smirked. "Iâm interested," he admitted. "But your offer isnât enough to justify the risk." "After what David has done to me, Iâll accept anything," I said. "Any terms. I only have one conditionâI will never give up my pack's Alpha inheritance rights." "Anything?" he asked, his voice low. "Yes," I confirmed. In an instant, he closed the distance between us, his hand landing on my waist, pulling me closer. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring her along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' " Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." a maidâs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. Shelia liked white dresses. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to dress like that for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," the maid said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." The maid sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 292 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461235920_1919363758543124_5159850637934241240_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5FMc-sQRTasQ7kNvgE0kz0-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A94miAx2ZZdjHQFLZqEoBnD&oh=00_AYAd7vyqjMyXUvTgWiFTiBtIx9aJCVND5aUEb3u7uiZODQ&oe=6730550E | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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