Aiden’s POV: Bluewater Corporation just announced it was cutting all ties with the Midnight Pack. Every time Raelyn got involved in something, it seemed like the Midnight Pack would end up in trouble. Could Jackson be retaliating against Taylor on Raelyn’s behalf? The thought lingered in my mind until one day, after a meeting with Raelyn, I stopped her. “Raelyn, I have a question.” She looked at me coolly. “If it’s something personal and unimportant, save it.” “Is the crisis at the Midnight Pack something you orchestrated?” Raelyn laughed. “What, you think I have the kind of power to take down an entire pack like that?” Her tone made my expression darken. “Maybe not you, but Jackson does. So does Bluewater Corporation. Raelyn, I get that Taylor might not be the most likeable person, but there was no need to go this far.” “Mr. Salvatore really has a soft spot for pretty faces, huh? You’re even grilling me on Taylor’s behalf now.” Her gaze turned colder than ice. I frowned. That’s not what I meant at all. Then she asked, “Do you really think Taylor’s as innocent and sweet as you believe?” I didn’t respond. My mind went back to when we were kids—how Taylor used to cry if she accidentally stepped on an ant. I lowered my voice. “I think, deep down, she’s not a bad person.” Raelyn’s POV: Hearing Aiden still trying to defend Taylor made me feel like there was nothing left to say. He doubted me. And now he was standing up for the two-faced b*tch who tried to ruin me. Aiden really didn’t have the best judgment. I stood up, my face calm and expressionless. “The crisis at the Midnight Pack is their own internal problem. And Bluewater Corporation’s decision to cancel their contracts has nothing to do with me. If Mr. Salvatore insists on figuring out who’s behind it, maybe try calling the CEO of Bluewater instead of pointing fingers at one of your own employees.”With that, I turned and walked away. For the next few days, Aiden and I barely spoke. The Eclipse Pack’s anniversary banquet was coming up, and we needed to invite high-profile Varken elites from all walks of life. Aiden handed the event planning over to Taylor. When I heard about it, a strange feeling stirred inside me. So Aiden liked Taylor. That’s why he always defended her. Turns out, his heart was already spoken for. The thought clung to me for the rest of the day, leaving me with a sour mood. After work, I called Jackson and asked him to meet me at the bar. At Nightshade Bar, Jackson swirled his drink and smiled. “Didn’t think I’d see the day you were in a bad mood. What happened? Did the Eclipse Pack brothers gang up on you again?” I downed a glass in one go. “I already told you, that’s never going to happen.” Jackson rolled his eyes. “Then why’d you drag me here for a gloomy drinking session?” I flicked his forehead with a smirk. “Drink or leave. Your choice.” “Fine, fine. I’ll drink. You’re unbelievable.” I kept tossing back drinks, one after another. Pretty soon, I was feeling buzzed. That’s when Jackson suggested we play a round of truth or dare. “Whoever it lands on has to go flirt with someone. Fail and it’s three shots.” I was in a mood, so I agreed. In the first round, Jackson lost. He walked right up to a female werewolf and, before long, came back with her number. Second round—the bottle pointed to me. I swayed to my feet and made my way over to a group of werewolves nearby. Aiden’s POV: I watched a gorgeous figure, tipsy and swaying, strut toward our group of werewolves. Wait—was that… Raelyn? She giggled softly, her delicate finger gliding through the air as she pointed among us, until finally landing on me.“You… you’re the best-looking one. You’ll do.” I stayed silent, watching her next move. “Hey, handsome,” she said, voice teasing. “What do you think of me?”