Alpha Caden's POVObserving Aurora, I witness the aftermath of a day steeped in tears, her delicate fingers delicately wiping away the remnants of a torrential emotional storm. Her eyes, swollen from the weight of persistent weeping, tell a story of anguish and heartache and heartbreak. Of course it was caused by me. As I witness her pain, an unexpected twinge of guilt flits through my consciousness. Is it a flicker of remorse for the emotional turmoil I have knowingly inflicted? I dismiss the notion almost immediately; after all, why should I feel guilt for someone I am going to discard, a temporary presence in the grand scheme of my plans?A rationalization surfaces within me, a mental reminder that this is merely a transaction, a calculated arrangement with a predetermined expiration date. I had been transparent with Aurora, conveying the purely selfish nature of our connection and my eventual intention to let her go. The truth, unclouded by deception, hangs in the air.Yet, as I
Aurora's POVThe following morning unfolded with an unwelcome heaviness, as I emerged from a restless slumber, my body burdened by fatigue, and my eyes as puffy as ever – perhaps even more swollen than the previous day. The weight of the emotional turmoil lingered like an uninvited guest, casting a shadow over the new day, and the exhaustion that clung to me hinted at a night plagued by restless thoughts and a heart unwilling to find solace in sleep.I knew today was going to be harder than the day before which I'm not looking forward to but it's not like I have an option anyway. If I don't wake up now and start thinking about working, Alpha Caden will come and knock on the door to wake me up in the most brutal way. Or maybe send a maid or two to come pour water on me just so I could wake up. Alpha Caden showed me to this room yesterday. It was the room closest to the master bedroom and I think I have seen it locked before but it was like a heaven right now. I wasn't sure what I expe
Suppressing the simmering anger that pulsed beneath the surface, I swallowed my frustration with each gritted teeth, clenching my hands into fists as I navigated my way out of the mansion. The realization that my car keys were withheld intensified the tightening knot of tension within me. How dare he do this to me? Is this the life he wants me to go through? Make me suffer so harshly?Observing the lack of vehicular options within the pack, I approached the guard stationed at the entrance and asked again for the second time, "Where is the office he works at?""He is the CEO and the president of Pinnacle Capital, ma'am. It is around number thirty five…" he rattled the address and I quickly typed it down in my phone so as to not forget. I grew up in Brown Wood Pack my whole life and should have known the crevices of the whole place, but I don't. I am mostly sheltered around the Alpha's mansion, my father's house, school and the places surrounding us, nowher
Alpha Caden's POV"Good good." I say to Aurora who only narrowed her eyes at my probably amused smile since I cannot help myself. As I watched Aurora step into my office, her comment about its impressiveness hung in the air, a stark contrast to the chaos I had intentionally caused in her morning routine. She was ten minutes early, a detail that irked me more than I cared to admit. I had been looking forward to punishing her for disrupting my plans, although I hadn't quite decided what form that punishment would take.She continued to surprise me, just as she had from the moment she entered my life. Neither of us had expected her to end up working in my company, and yet here she was, defying expectations once again. Dressed in her cute little outfit that she is probably hating because I don't like my employees dressed in casual clothes. I hate when they do that. It makes everything look unprofessional and this is the first and last day Aurora does this too. As I sat at my desk, I cou
Aurora's POVI couldn't help but roll my eyes as I navigated my way across the bustling street, heading towards the familiar coffee shop that Alpha Caden had insisted I visit to fetch his afternoon pick-me-up. He always insisted on being called Mr. Black at work, despite the fact that everyone there was a werewolf. Frankly, I didn't understand his aversion to the title "Alpha."Stepping through the door of the coffee shop, I was immediately greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the scent reminiscent of the bustling cafés of the human world. It was the kind of aroma that could lift your spirits and invigorate your senses, perfect for jumpstarting a busy day or powering through a long list of clients.As I approached the counter to place my order, a pang of nostalgia tugged at my chest, reminding me of the life I had left behind in the human world. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of my clients and employees back at the tattoo shop, their f
Alpha CadenAs I stood among the other alphas, the weight of their condolences hung heavy in the air, each word a somber reminder of the loss I had endured. They offered their sympathies with solemn expressions, their voices laced with genuine regret as they acknowledged the passing of my mate."Alpha Caden, I am truly sorry for your loss," one of the older alphas murmured, his tone filled with empathy as he clasped my shoulder in a gesture of solidarity. "Losing a mate is never easy, especially under such tragic circumstances."The sentiment was echoed by the others, each one expressing their condolences in their own way. Some offered words of comfort, while others simply stood in silent solidarity, their presence a testament to the bond that united us as leaders of our respective packs.I nodded in acknowledgment of their condolences, grateful for their support in my time of need. Despite our differences and rivalries, they understood the pain of losing a mate, and their expressions
As I returned to my office, anticipation coursed through me, wondering what Aurora might have accomplished in my absence. I couldn't deny the grudging admiration I felt for her efficiency and meticulousness, traits that often left me feeling both impressed and exasperated in equal measure. She works with so much efficiency that I do not like it at all. Not a bit. She was so quick and meticulous in everything she does that I feel like she is going to make me eat my words. I thought arranging the files would be punishing but she finished everything with utter perfection, calmness and a fuck you smile directed at me. She is daring me to challenge her with a smile. The little fox. Pushing open the door, I was greeted by a sight that took me by surprise. The once-familiar layout of my office had been completely transformed, every piece of furniture meticulously rearranged to create a new sense of harmony and balance within the space. Gone were the rigid lines and star
AuroraAs I struggled to rouse myself from the depths of fatigue, a heavy weight seemed to press down upon my eyelids, making it impossible to open them fully. My attempts to speak were met with little success, my lips feeling strangely numb and unresponsive. Panic began to bubble within me as I realized something was seriously wrong.This wasn't just a case of feeling under the weather; it was a crippling fatigue that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being, rendering me utterly powerless. The last time I had felt this sick was during my early months in the human world, a distant memory now overshadowed by the severity of my current condition. It was four months ago, I have forgotten how it feels. I had been in the midst of rearranging the papers on Alpha Caden's desk, a task I had taken upon myself with a newfound sense of determination. But suddenly, a wave of dizziness had washed over me, leaving me reeling and disoriented. It was as if the energy had been drained from my bod