Pierre's POV
What could be a better way to forget the matters of the heart than burying yourself in mountains of paperwork?
This had been my routine for the last few days after witnessing what could have been the best night of my life. In a normal circumstance, I might have been in bed, lying next to my loving mate while discussing our plans for our future. However, the goddess of the moon had other intent. Instead, I am stuck here in my office disconnecting myself from the world while trying to figure out how I could get the hell out of the situation I am in.
On how I would be able to accept that my long-awaited mate was the very person I should destroy.
Shey'sPOV"Shey, an urgent letter came in the mail earlier."I looked up at my secretary as she handed me the whiteenvelopecontaining the letter she was talking about. After carefully scanning the outer part of the letter out of curiosity, I immediately grabbed the paper knife made of stainless steel from my desk and had its way through it. When I completely teared the paper enclosing the communication, a familiar logo appeared. The branded blank was that of the Legion of the North.I had my full trust on Janice who's working for Scarlet Union for almost 12 years. She needed little to no supervision in doing her job. Most of the time, she was able to filter all of my works down to the level that only needed my int
Pierre's POVFinally, the day I had waited for had arrived.I couldn't help but to look at myself in the mirror a thousand times. In my bed laid couple of my wardrobes and some accessories. These are the ones I had tried earlier until I came up with what I am wearing now. The last time I had been this pressured about selecting what to wear was during my inauguration as the leader of the Legion of the North. I had to commission a stylist just to look presentable that night but it was all worth it.To give myself a fresh yet a smart, boy-next-door look, I chose a gray slim-fit Chino pants, a white shirt and a blazer. Wearing a pair of black leather shoes was a no-brainer as well. I alsohad an appointmentin the salon yesterday to have my hair styled. I adorned my wrist with a gold watch to which I am constantly checking to prevent myself from ge
Shey'sPOVTonight was far from being ordinary. Somehow, it flooded me with both nerves and anticipation. Why wouldn't I? I was about to meet the head of the number one opposer of the Scarlet Union.Eager tomake a statement, I decided to went with smart yet elegant get up. Selecting a white boat-neck sheath dress paired with a black stiletto gave me the confidence I need to face probably one of the most egocentric and narcissistic persons I would possibly meet in life. Well, what could I expect? He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and knows nothing about hard labor to survive. And unfortunately, this was a common trait for someone who had been born to a privileged life in the werewolf society.
Pierre's POV This week had been a volley of curveballs. While still recovering from the disastrous first meeting with my mate, here I was waitingto beroasted by the council of the Legion. Today was thefollow upassembly aboutthe progression ofour plan to annihilate the Scarlet Union. Indeed, my nightmare was far from being over. I was deeply concerned over the sudden turn of events. Just a month ago, I was sitting in this very room devising a concrete plan on how to destroy the rebel group. Like even suggested on spying on the organization just to gain knowledge that we would use in putting them down. That plan was a success, until I met the leader of their union.
Shey's POV It had been a week since I had the worst business meeting of my life. As expected, I went back to my life as if nothing happened. I immersed myself more in the life as the Alpha she-wolf of the Scarlet Union; attaching my signature to a mountain-full of paperwork and attending to several business functions. Everything seemed to be back to its normal phase. Or so I thought. An unfathomable void was consuming my soul. For some weird reasons, I was feeling empty and sad most of the time. I adored socializing yet I found myself rather enjoy the comforts of my bed. Even myself was surprised with the sudden change of preference I had established now. Like suddenly, I had become a stranger even to my self. I even visited a mental health professional this week to have myself checked. The doctor's prescription meds seemed to not have any significant effect to my condition. I continued to be indolent and unproductive.
Pierre's POV30 days. I only have 30 days to fix this mess.I could still hear Alpha Stephan's voice from the council meeting yesterday. Him advising me that I only have 30 days to get rid of the Scarlet Union was like finding a needle in a haystack. It was insane!As a result, I found myself heading towards the headquarters of the Scarlet Union. From a distance, I could see some members of the security force approaching my blue Chevy Camaro. I began to act as normal as I could.After the car inspection, the guards had allowed me to go through.As I finished parking my ride, I headed towards the reception area to ask about where exactlyShey'soffice was. As I walked casually towards the concierge, Iwas welcomedby a familiar face.
Shey'sPOV"Oh come on! What was it this time?"I gave a lopsided grin trying to show my distaste as I looked at Janice who was visibly amused with what was unfolding right into our eyes. When we went to work this morning, wewere welcomedwith a pile of different bouquets of flowers lining up the hallway through my office. My eyeballs rolled as I crossed my arms facing the garden-like set-up. From roses to tulips, every type of flowers youcould possiblythought of was here. The parade of blooms made the hallwaythat of a flower shop. All I need was a cash register and I am all set ready and open for business."Your man had done it again," J
Pierre's POVHow often did you meet a grown man with good looks and stable career asking for a love advice nowadays? Perhaps the rarity.As much as I hate to admit, I recently joined this circle.Like I always do, I am now spending my fourth Sunday of the month at Jaxon's home. In 30 days, this was considered my only time off as I often had no engagements or business-related functions during this time. Being the head of the Legion for a while now, I got a hang of my schedule and remembered every important event by heart. Contrary on how the usual set up was, I didn't rely on my secretary to fix my time-table. I value time more than anything so I make it a point to always be in the know on how my day would be.Since my father died and my brother moved to the countryside due to some health-related concerns, Jaxon and Lysa became what was close to being a family. Given the circumstances I am in right now involving my