LANDON:Moving away from the outside as I matched inside, there were huge white flower arrangements everywhere and silk ribbons tied into bows around each chair. They even put a bunch of white petals all over the damn floor. The ceiling of the place was covered with a miss of the same white flowers and sunflowers. The Dark Knight pack could never go wrong about making a great impression. As I entered, everyone turned to look at us. Many curious eyes followed our group. I had chosen Ashley and Michael with a few members of my pack to join me, and they took their seats in the front row on the right side. We were a small group, just six of us, in contrast to the left side, where the Dark Knight wolves, along with Mirage's family and friends sat. The left side was packed with guests, and all the seats were taken, which made our group seem modest by comparison. There were a total of forty rows, and they were all filled with eager and happy faces. However, one face stood out for its seriou

LANDON:Thronesman, however, stepped forward, a sly grin playing on his lips. "You've discovered our little plan, Landon. But you see, I had always desired Clay for my daughter. We believe your time has come. You will never be worth anything to me. I'll always see you as a weakling. A scared little boy who was just lucky to have been chosen by the Moon Goddess as an Alpha. You're not fit to be my slave talk more of son-in-law. Packs will mock me for all eternity if I were to make such a choice."I met Thronesman's smug expression with a cold gaze. "It only shows how low-live you are. You think you know me too well?" I grabbed the collar of his suit, effortlessly drawing him closer, "you know nothing. No wonder you supported that whore of a daughter of yours. You want a show of power? I'll give you one." I harshly released him causing him to stagger backward.Before Thronesman could even make another move, I howled them to submission. Not just them but almost all the wolves in there ex

VENITA:Landon held up his hands as if Jason were brandishing a gun and demanding his wallet. He wrinkled his nose at Jason’s hand like it was covered in infectious disease. He said, “I just don't touch anyone today. I forgot my sanitiser, Jason. Plus, I have no idea where that hand has been.” Jason’s hand dangled in the air for a moment, then he let it drop to his side and lowered himself into a nearby chair. He had a look on his face like a kid who has had his candy taken by an overprotective parent. Or a balloon that someone had just seen fit to pop. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “We just signed the contracts, Jason,” Zenith said as Landon pulled up the chair next to him and plopped down in it. “They’ll start work on Wednesday.” “Uhmm, good. If only we wouldn't have a problem with an attitude.” Jason said with a serious expression that was clearly directed toward Landon. He blew out a long breath and reached it his cup, drinking the content before his eyes went down the ta

LANDON:I quickly picked up on the disturbance in Venita's energy and scent. It was clear that something was amiss. With a sense of urgency, I followed the disarray to the kitchen where I found Venita cornered by Rosalie, who appeared to be delivering an intimidating lecture. Venita stood there, frozen and vulnerable, her head bowed, while Rosalie continued to berate her with hurtful words and aggressive gestures.My chest tightened, and a low growl escaped my lips as I observed the situation. It was evident that this wasn't a typical workplace discussion about coffee machines or office etiquette. Rosalie's demeanor was far more hostile, and her words had a cutting edge to them.I strained to tune in to their conversation, attempting to decipher Rosalie's harsh words and Venita's subdued responses."...look at the rag you're wearing," Rosalie sneered, poking Venita's chest. "You had eyes to seduce a billionaire. I don't blame cheap whores like you. I blame the organization for not pro

LANDON:I used to be indifferent when witnessing someone being looked down upon. After all, it wasn't my business, and if you wanted to change that, you had the option to work hard, make money, elevate your social standing, and become someone so significant that others would bow to you instead of wanting to push you aside. However, there was a clear line drawn when it came to Venita.I chose this high-end boutique, Chic Couture Château, for a specific reason. It exuded luxury and class, offering the very best in the city. I had first discovered this place with Mirage, though she never witnessed the experience as she should have. Now, I was thrilled to have Venita join me in this exquisite environment.Over the years, I had often worked with Genevive, placing my trust in her ability to provide me with the finest offerings. Even during the times when I had lost interest in women, I had Peter handle my shopping, not caring about what he picked as long as it enhanced my pleasure and made