clarityPov: Winston "Winston, honey, brighten up," Gwyn tried to cheer me up as we took our seats in Osteria Francescana. She was wearing a very revealing dress that attracted a lot of attention and usually, I'd be pissed that my Omega had left the pack I originally left in her care, but right now, I just needed a familiar face to talk to. "Nathan said you found your mate." Gwyn said. "Nathan needs to learn to keep his mouth shut." I growled. "Nathan said you found your mate," she repeated. "You should be celebrating, not looking like someone ran over your cat." 

Questions and answers. Pov: Winston It was six in the evening and I hated to admit that infuriating sound didn't bother me one bit. The tap tap tap sound of her typing on her laptop was more soothing than I'd like to admit. Sometimes... Often, I'd look up to see her sitting cross-legged on the rug in a corner of my office, typing away on the computer. Why was she sitting on the floor of my office? Why was she even in my office in the first place? I wanted to test out her typing speed and accuracy and gave her a fifty paged word document to retype, in my presence, because I didn't doubt that she could smother someone into doing it for her. She took the challenge without complain and i had told her to sit. To make herself comfortable, and by that, I meant that she should make herself comfortable on one of the plush couches in the lounge of my office. But she had gone and taken off her heels, sat on the floor in a corner of the room, folded and tucked in her legs under her and off

Chapter 16: Conservation POV: Winston I was driving to the conservation I had bought and paid for and marked as my Territory where the rest of my pack were allowed to grow and wander in absolute safety within the boundaries. I sighed, partly in relief, partly in nostalgia as I crossed through the boundary marking the beginning of my territory and drove into this grounds I've known since I was a pup. Generations of Gales had succeeded as alphas of the Blood Moon Pack, one of the most formidable werewolf packs in the west coast region. My father took over from my grandfather and I took over from my father. My chest throbbed in pain and my hands tightened around the steering wheel, five fingers curling around the wheel and clenching hard. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Everything I had to do to survive. Every terrible thing I had to do to make sure I succeeded my father as alpha. No amount of grace can wash the stain of the blood on my hands and it took me a while but I could finally li

Dates from hell POV: Maddison I was standing awkwardly at a bustop, a few distance from the restaurant where I had decided that James met me for our little date thing. Luckily, I didn't have to explain any of this to my husband becsuse he had another one of his impromptu business trips and he'd be back tomorrow morning. William would go nuts if he knew that I was going on this colleague date thingie. He used to always gatekeep me from men after we started seeing in earnest, unconsciously cut me off from my friends and got me pregnant. Here I was today, childless, friendless and finally starting to branch out. I really didn't want to go and I felt super uncomfortable, but he had been hinting on how he was looking forward to it all week and I decided to just give in, just this once. I mean... He did fix my car. Only heaven knows what would have happened that day if he didn't find me in the parking lot. I was dressed down in converse shoes, denim shorts, a tshirt and sweatshirt on

friends and foes POV: Winston I had his records in my hands. James Edward Carter. The twenty eight year old, blonde hair blue eyed graduate from Brown. Something about that man rubbed me the wrong way and I had contacted the head of the acquisitions team to send me his files, records, reports from his former jobs, letters of recommendation and to get in contact with the referees he had placed in his application form. So far, two out of three of his referrals didn't exist and the third denied even knowing him. So far, the only thing credible about him was the fact that he hadgraduated from an Ivy League, his flawless academic records andnearly perfect GPA. His recommendation letters were fake and there were reports in his files stating that he had been suspected of stealing and selling intel from the software company he used to work at before and he was fired after a fellow colleague alleged that he had sexually assaulted her. I usually had a say in who was employed into my com