Alisha’s POVBefore I could say anything, an unexpected and rather dramatic intervention took me by surprise. Shaunda's swift rise from her seat carried with it an air of palpable irritation. Without hesitation, Shaunda directly grasped Archie's tie and pulled hardly, making him lower his head, and angrily slapped his arm with her other hand, each tap like the measured beat of a stern reprimand. It was obvious that Shaunda was very unsatisfied with Archie’s words. Archie moved to struggle, but his resistance, futile against her resolve, forced him to lower his head, a gesture of submission to her silent authority. My gaze shifted between the two, capturing the dynamic of their interaction. I was so happy to see Archie got punishment from Shaunda.Amidst this display, Shaunda's eyes flicked toward me, an apologetic smile gracing her lips. In that fleeting moment, a shared understanding passed between us. Her gesture spoke volumes—she was well aware of Archie's temperament, so she was a

Alisha’s POVHearing Louie's words, I froze for a moment, blinked, and then couldn't help but look over at Gray. I never expected that Louie would also invite me to work in his company, but I has already promised Gray, so I couldn’t help glancing over Gray. Louie noticed my gaze and looked at Gray in return.Before I could utter a word, Gray's boisterous laughter rippled through the garden, "Louie, you're too late, Alisha has already agreed to come to my company!"Louie's surprise was evident as he queried, "Really? When did this happen?"I returned with embarrassment, "Just before coming here, Gray called me, we talked a bit, and then I agreed to go to his company." I knew Louie was trying to help me. He was a very kind and reliable friend, whose presence had woven a tapestry of comfort and familiarity around me.A tinge of bitter amusement laced Louie's laugh, his voice tinged with self-deprecation, "I was going to contact you as well, but I hesitated, fearing.... Well, Gray is righ

Alisha’s POVAs Archie's words hung in the air, a flicker of surprise coursed through me. I instinctively lifted my gaze, meeting Shaunda's eyes that held a watchful intent. She was indeed observing every nuance between Archie and me, seeking solace in the harmony she wished for her grandson and me. In that fleeting moment, I hurried to pretend to have a good relationship with Archie in front of her, offering a smile to reassure her. Shaunda also smiled behind the desk. On her desk, I saw a glowing red stone covered with strange patterns and inscriptions. I recognized it immediately, a moonstone, to be precise. It possessed magical powers and, when combined with the incantations inscribed on the walls of the study, could allow Shaunda's thoughts and words from her mind to be vocalized in the real world.Then Archie held me close, his grip was purposeful, a choreographed display of affection meant to soothe Shaunda's concerns. I also wore a smile, intentionally showing affection as we

Alisha’s POVAs Archie's words resounded with unequivocal rejection, a heavy weight settled within my chest. It was a stark reminder of his unwavering stance, one he had never been secretive about. Archie's refusal to entertain the notion of bearing a child with me was like a cold gust of wind, extinguishing any latent hopes I might have harbored. He refused to Mark me, unwilling to let me bear his child, because in his heart, his love was reserved solely for Erma. The truth had always been there, an open secret to me. Even though I had was clear that Archie didn't love me, for some reason, a tinge of sadness and heartache still managed to creep in. Amidst the somber atmosphere, Shaunda's discerning gaze captured our unspoken turmoil. Her contemplative expression hinted at a deeper understanding, an insight that surpassed the surface of our conversation. She furrowed her brows slightly. In her subsequent words, there was a kind of empathy that radiat

Archie’s POVAs Alisha's words reached my ears, a surge of resistance welled up within me, fueled by the vehement protest of my wolf. Its howl echoed in my mind, vehemently rejecting the idea of consuming anything tainted with the pungent aroma of garlic.“Absolutely not! Archie, don't eat it! I would rather eat shit than ever smell garlic again."A retort formed in my mind right now, battling my wolf's protest. "While the smell of garlic is indeed revolting, resorting to eating excrement might be also a bad choice."My wolf's response was stubborn, unyielding. "I don't care. If you dare subject me to garlic, I'll eat shit next time to disgust you! I'll make sure you experience the same level of disgust with my choice!"Hearing my wolf's words, I felt that garlic was truly terrifying- its scent alone could drive my wolf into madness. Neither garlic nor shit would I want to eat, so I must refuse this damn sausage. Why did Louie and Gray enjoy delicious apple pie while I had to eat the f