Free Web NovelChapter 19: Chapter 19
Kyra’s POV
I stood in the shadows of the pack’s photo studio, watching Chris and Sophia pose for the ADE Magazine cover shoot. Sophia was practically preening under the lights, but Chris kept glancing my way—his attention so obvious even the human staff would notice soon.
’That creep’s staring again,’ Sylvia growled in my mind. ’His eyes haven’t left you since we walked in.’
"Don’t say that, Sylvia. He’s not that bad." To escape his predatory stare, I stepped outside for some fresh air.
In the bathroom, I touched up my lipstick with trembling fingers. The mirror reflected my green eyes flashing with distress. Recent events had left me completely drained.
The moment I finished fixing my makeup, Sophia blocked the doorway, that trademark smirk distorting her perfect face.
"Goddess, I really want to punch her in the face," I thought, clenching my fists. My wolf snarled, but I forced myself to stay calm.
"Aww, the mighty Luna looks lonely," Sophia purred, examining her nails in the mirror. "No Alpha to keep you company?"
I met her gaze through the reflection. "No matter how much you scrub, you’ll always be the dirt beneath my boots—a homewrecker who only knows how to sniff after taken mates... or either way, you’re still just a mistress."
Her mocking smile slowly faded as her eyes sharpened at my words.
"You b—"
I smirked. "You look angry, Miss two-faced supermodel."
She gritted her teeth and was about to slap me, but I pushed her. Her side bumped into the sink and she groaned in pain.
’Good,’ Sylvia approved.
"Damn you! Nathan is mine to begin with!" Sophia spat, clutching the counter. "You were just a placeholder! He only married you because I left! Do you think you matter to him? I could even flip all your pictures in his house while he’s watching."
I arched a brow. "Funny. Why don’t you ask him why he’s still keeping our wedding rings? Maybe he’ll tell you ’honestly’ if I don’t really matter."
Her face flushed crimson. "Because you’re a manipulative slut! Fucking them and then leaving your personal things so they’d go crazy over you—just like you left your lipstick to Chris. What? To remind him how your lips sucked his dick disgustingly?"
My pulse spiked. "What?"
"Oh, don’t act innocent!" She laughed, sharp and sarcastic. "Chris has been licking your lipstick like some feral pup with his first bone. Ugh! It’s disgusting. I feel like vomiting whenever I think about it."
My heart started racing. I couldn’t believe what she said. No! She might just be playing with me.
I walked out on her to confront Chris with trembling hands and a racing heart.
The parking lot stalker. The drone. Oh Moon Goddess—
Then I saw him.
My breath hitched when I found Chris slumped on the lounge chair. He was rolling my lipstick between his fingers with disturbing focus, his usually charming face twisted into something ugly. The way his eyes dilated when he stared at it—too black, too hungry—sent ice down my spine.
I clapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. His head jerked up, that predator’s awareness flashing across his human features. He seemed to sense my presence and looked my way.
When he stood, my pulse roared in my ears as I turned to run out of the house.
"Kyra!"
Behind me, I heard the leather couch creak as he pushed off—
Scene after scene from these days flashed before my eyes and I wanted to scream out loud. I couldn’t believe that the man who had been stalking and spying on me had been right next to me the whole time, and I had foolishly thought of Chris as a good friend.
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"Kyra!"
Nathan’s voice cut through the noise just as a car horn blared. His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist—that quick, sure grip I’d know anywhere.
We went down hard, but he twisted at the last second, taking the brunt of the fall. Even as a human, he moved like a predator. His arms locked around me before I could hit the pavement. freewёbnoνel.com
"You hurt?" His voice was rough, chest heaving under my cheek. That wasn’t just from the fall—I could feel his pulse racing, too fast for just running.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" he snarled, scanning me for injuries.
That’s when I caught sight of Chris a street away from us. I panicked again.
"I need to leave, Nathan." I trembled even more and my eyes reflected my fear.
"Why are you running? Who are you running from? Did that bastard show up again? Where is he?"
I trembled, pointing at Chris across the street. "H-he’s the stalker!"
His expression darkened as he clenched his jaw. "So it’s really Chris Parker? My instincts were right?"
My lips parted as I frowned. "What are you talking about? What instinct?"
His jaw clenched. "I’ve had wolves tracking him since he first followed you."
’What the hell?’ Sylvia recoiled. ’He knew?’
"You knew?" My voice cracked. "Then why did you accept him as our new model?"
"Because I saw him following you two months ago."
"Two months ago, you weren’t here!"
"You think I would leave my mate alone without someone looking after her?"
My forehead creased. What?
"I asked someone to look after you, Kyra. As soon as I received a photo of my mate being followed by some creepy ex-suitor, I finished the business trip earlier."
I stared at him blankly, slowly succumbing to anger. "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"I’m trying to find a way to ruin him completely, Kyra. Even if I put him in jail now, he could get away with it because the faction he’s aligned with has both wealth and reputation."
I shook my head as tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. "You knew! You knew all this time but you didn’t do anything!"
I couldn’t hold my temper anymore. "Did you know how scared I was when he stalked me in the parking lot, huh? Did you know how scared I was when he... used a drone to f-film me? Did you know that I still can’t sleep properly at night thinking someone is watching me? Did you know? Of course you don’t, because you only think about yourself!"
His face paled as he looked at me in shock, and his voice soon turned strained. "H-he filmed... you?"
