Violet POV “You better unpack fast,” Alpha Dane said as soon as we were in his house. It wasn’t a house; it was a mansion. Nestled amidst sprawling, beautiful gardens, the mansion was built with white marble with intricate stonework, tall windows that allowed natural light to cascade into its luxurious interior and arched doors. I entered a foyer with a chandelier that hung from the center, casting a warm glow over the white marble floor. The sweeping staircase with an ornate railing led to the upper-level rooms. I crossed a few rooms before I came to a stop in front of a generously proportioned, large bedroom. “This is the bedroom, baby,” he said as he tugged me inside. This was the first time I was in his room and my mouth dropped to the floor when I looked at the intricately designed moldings and paneling that added a touch of old-world charm. A plush carpet ended in an enormous bed that could easily have five people sleeping in it. A balcony with beautiful blossoms was on the ri

Violet POVI wore a tie-back green chiffon dress with lantern sleeves with matching slingbacks. Instead of pulling my hair up, I let them cascade down my waist, allowing a hint of my bare midriff where the knot fell. I chuckled when Dave insisted he would go with me. So I made him wear a pair of formal trousers and a white shirt with a bowtie. Alpha Dane sent Phil and Turk with me. As soon as I entered the venue, I couldn’t help noticing that Golden Dove Gardens was an oasis of lush greenery where the fragrance of blooming flowers and a soft melody of live jazz played in the background. Circular tables were draped with luxurious linens with an elaborate floral arrangement in the center. Fine china, glistening silverware, and crystal glassware were meticulously arranged. The dappled sunlight fell on the garden, making it a symphony of warmth and coolness. The soft murmur of the conversation that was blending with the sound of live jazz stopped when the guests set their eyes on me. E

Violet POVSometimes in life, in order to show who is in power, one has to take actions. When Alpha Dane came to meet me, I was watching Emily, who had rushed to get food for him. Goddess, I hated her so much. I was contemplating going and dragging her to the ground, pulling her hair and slapping her or kicking her. Not in that order. Or maybe leave the party and feel less miserable. But then Dane came and interrupted my thoughts. I was a little surprised when he invited me to have lunch with him at a lunch party. It was as if he had come to rescue me. Ilene’s protest didn’t stop him. Emily practically ran towards us, shouting his name. Others gasped. But he held my hand and took me with him. Like a hero, he rescued me from the foolish party. I was falling in love with him every day. I could have protested, but I wasn’t a fool. Walking together, I made sure everyone knew I was going to be in charge soon. It wasn’t Emily or Ilene. It was me. I hadn’t anticipated sex, but goddess, my

Violet POVEver since Alpha Dane brought me to his room, we ended up christening every spot. The floor, the carpet, near the fireplace, on the bed, bathtub, and the counter in the bathroom. But the best was on the balcony.He was spooning me but he must have left for something, because when he returned, he whispered, “I am taking you to the balcony.” I was sleeping after God-knows-which-session of sex with him, tucked in the blanket, too tired to even open my eyes, feeling the throb between my legs. “Mmm…” I turned to protest, but he had picked me up in his arms with the blanket.He carried me to the balcony, where he sat on a lounge chair. I curled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. Despite the chilly autumn air, his warmth kept me cozy as we sat naked together. “Why are we here?” I mumbled, snuggling in his chest. “You said you would let me sleep because I have to wake up at 5AM.” “Keep sleeping, Vi,” he said, kissing the crown of my head. “It is only 2AM. I will

Violet POVUpon Alpha Dane's question, the Elders exchanged glances. No one wanted to answer his question. The tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. A shudder ran down my spine, and it took every effort to stifle my sob. My eyes flitted to Emily, who had this excited look on her face which I wanted to smother. She directed her gaze towards her phone, where the name George Thorpe was flashing. I knew that convening the Elder Council was definitely a well-thought out plan of the father and daughter. “What is your decision?” Alpha Dane roared when none of them replied. One of them, Leith, said in a squeaky voice, “We will reconsider the decision, Alpha.” I found it surprising how softly he spoke. “No!” Alpha Dane shouted. “None of you will reconsider the decision!” His eyes went to each of them as if reading them, drilling holes in their souls. “Four out of seven Elders will see the face of dungeons!” Four Elders stood up, their faces drained of blood. “Th