I watched as he walked away, and only when he went down the stairs did I turn back to glare at Penelope. Her nonchalant expression made my blood boil. “The next time you try that shit again, I’m throwing you off the building. Keep your distance, Penelope,” I said, my voice low and threatening and I liked it, I wanted to sound as cold-hearted and not-caring as I could and I knew I aced the expression when I saw Victor from my peripheral view smiling smugly.She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait to hear whatever excuse or retort she had. I spun on my heel and walked away, feeling Victor’s presence close behind me.As we moved down the stairs and through the crowd, my anger started to simmer down. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and people were dancing, oblivious to the situation around them. Victor just stayed silent, letting me cool off. We made our way to a quieter corner of the venue, away from sobber prying eyes and curious ears. I leaned against the wall, taki

I wondered if something had gone wrong somewhere. Or was it the period?Cecil still ignored my questions as she climbed up the stairs with her drink. She wouldn't stop no matter what I said, so I just kept quiet and followed her into her room.She almost slammed the door on my face, and that was when I lost it.“Can you please fucking answer me? Did I do something wrong? What did I do?” I slammed the door shut behind me and turned to see her glaring at me.“When were you going to tell me about you and Alpha Victor?”I felt my heart drop to my feet."About me and Alpha Victor?"“Yes, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger and I could already feel my heart trying to slip out.She knew?How the fuck did she know?I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Cecil, uh... Why do you think Victor and I are a thing?”She scoffed, downing another shot of vodka. “Oh, please. Do you think I’m blind?” She sighed. “When I got tired of st

“I swear, if I find out you're joking, I'm going to kill you. Like, really kill you,” Cecil said, swirling the reddish hangover liquid in the ceramic bowl, watching me with a suspicious eye.She’d woken up about eighteen minutes ago, demanding to know what had happened and how she ended up drunk with a very non-human alcohol. I had brought the bottle with us to show her when she woke up. I wanted her to see how careless she’d been.“I have to make lunch, Cecil. Stop keeping me here,” I groaned, uncrossing my legs and crossing them again.“Well, the story doesn’t line up,” she said, placing the bowl on the counter. “I got really, seriously drunk, and somehow you found me in the car of this insanely hot redhead who said he is my mate, right?”I nodded.She continued, “And then you took me away from him with a promise that you were going to set up a date for both of us to meet since you didn’t trust him that much. And you collected his number. Then he helped you take me into the Parkhous

Damon still had that worried look on his face, and he looked so uneasy that I started to wonder why. He was usually a deranged asshole who didn’t need or appreciate the care I gave him. But if he was this worried, then I feared whatever it was about had a way of affecting me too.Victor and I approached Damon, Selene, and Zara where they stood at the front of the ward. Probably where the victim’s body was. Zara collected my bag and handed me a bunch of papers about the victim. It was too much to read, so I handed them back to her, telling her to brief me later as I was more interested in whatever discussion Victor was going to have with Damon.“Is he done running the tests?” Damon asked, his eyes darting from me to Victor.What tests?Victor nodded. “Yes, nothing. Not a witch.”I looked at Victor. “A witch?”“The doctor thinks it was a witch, since finding wolfsbane is normal for them. The defendant doesn’t remember what happened, and that is not normal.”“Her head was bandaged, thoug

After Cecil fell asleep, I found myself wide awake, so I ended up spending the rest of the night chatting with Victor. It wasn’t just a casual conversation; it was intimate and personal, the kind of discussion that leaves you feeling both nervous and excited. We talked about everything and nothing, our future and fantasies, our hopes and fears and also nudes. Hehehe! He was naughty.The next morning, I watched Cecil drive away. We exchanged hugs, and I stood there until her car was just a dot in the distance. Once she was gone, I headed out for some grocery shopping. The store was its usual bustling self, filled with people pushing their carts and chatting in the aisles. I grabbed what I needed quickly, eager to get back home and avoid the crowd and to make lunch as early as possible. The aisles were crowded, and I had to navigate through the throngs of people, their chatter and laughter creating a lively background noise. I noticed a young couple arguing over which brand of cereal to