Shamsiya's gut clenched as she walked into the studio. It was her first recording today. Though she did make some preparations, she had no idea what to expect. The elevator dinged, and she stepped out on the fifth floor. Already, a large crowd was gathered before the recording studio, chattering excitedly as they discussed how well she would do. "Today is her first day. She might not do so well." "The company signed her without doing a quality test. If she can't even manage a simple recording, then it only means she used unethical means to get in." "But our president isn't the sort..." Upon sighting her figure, the gossiping crowd immediately fell silent. Nick followed their eyes, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Shamsiya. He didn't know if it was just him, but his ex-wife looked and felt different. There was an ethereal glow around her, soft yet soothing, obscure yet omnipotent. A presence so strong that attracted his attention and drew him to her. I lived with thi

The Black Fang Pack came alive at the sound of the deafening shriek. Omegas burst from their residents, nostrils flaring, teeth and nails elongating, as their skin turned furry. Lanky shadows emerged from the darkness. Thin and tall, their pale skin and chilly eyes were an immediate giveaway to their identities. "Vampires!" "What are these bloodsuckers doing here?" "Apparently, they've forgotten the treaty!" Growls and howls of rage swept through the gathered Omegas. After the war, the three kings had made a treaty to stay out of each other's territory. As werewolves' worst enemy after the Supernatural Hunters, the bloodsuckers could only mean war by entering werewolf land. "Omegas of the Black Fang Pack, we're not here to start a fight with you. Our King sent us with an important mission. Go back inside, and we promise to leave as soon as we complete our task." A tall vampire with half of his face shrouded in shadows, directed condescendingly. "Pah! A bloodsucker wants to te

She was cold. She felt numb. Jumbled words mixed with residual notes of music pulsated in her ears. She recognized the voice. It belonged to her husband. As the word 'husband' registered in her mind, an image of a man gurgling blood flashed before her eyes, and her mind stilled. She didn't feel pain. Her heart didn't ache or twist in guilt and grief. On the contrary, it was as still as a body of water. He gave his life to protect her, but she felt nothing upon his demise. She couldn't understand why. Why did he do it? When he sold her without blinking an eye, why did he throw his life for hers? Had she been mistaken about him, labeling him the lowest of the low, when in truth, he was only a victim of circumstances? But even then, he had no right to sell her. No right to treat her like a property. Besides, they were already divorced, and she was the wife of another man. Even if he deserved another chance, he was too late. Both her heart and her loyalty now belonged to another man.

All her life, she'd only received curses and condemnation from those around her. No one treated her like a living being, disregarding her feelings and constantly name-calling her as if she was some sort of a plague. This was the first time in the twenty years of her life that someone actually told her she was special to them. Afraid she didn't clearly get his message, Iblis looked into her dazed eyes and sternly commanded. "Siya, stop thinking about that maggot. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to sell you. It wasn't love that drove him to take that step. It was his guilty conscience and the realization of what he lost." She didn't respond to his words. This infuriated him. "Damn it, woman! He's gone! Erase him from your thoughts and clear him from your mind. Please Siya, don't bring him between us again. You're mine, and you can't think of any other man. I don't like it..." He ended in a pleading tone. If anyone told Iblis a month ago he would be

Rattled by the thought, Iblis unconsciously stepped back. He stared at the back of the woman's head with a gaze sharp enough to cleave a person in half. Suspicion brewed in his heart, and he wondered...if he was under some sort of enchantment. "Then...I'll serve." Immersed in her own thoughts, Shamsiya failed to notice her husband's strangeness. She withdrew some plates from the cabinets and served the dishes, then set them on the table and looked over her shoulder. "Wash your hands quickly. We should eat before the food gets cold." The demon remained still for a moment, a strange gleam flickering in his eyes as he mutely stared at her, before finally nodding his head and going to the sink. Seated facing each other, they ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. After finishing their meal, they returned to the bedroom and settled on the bed. However, the earlier lust and desire waned under the confusion of their feelings. Shamsiya scooted into her husband's arms, her head