LOGINAlora's POV:As I walked down the hallways, the scene I had just witnessed played on repeat in my mind like a cursed memory that refused to fade. Each replay brought an ache to my chest, a searing sensation that spread like wildfire. I could feel it—hot and suffocating, rising from the depths of my being and clawing its way out. My throat felt tight, my claws threatening to emerge, and my wolf stirred restlessly within me. She wasn’t just restless, she was livid, a tempest in my soul that refused to quiet down.My heartbeat raced as my hands instinctively formed fists at my sides. My breathing had grown shallow, uneven. There was an unfamiliar heat prickling under my skin, an uncontainable need to lash out. It felt like an inferno smoldering in my chest, swirling with emotions I didn’t want to name. My wolf wasn’t helping; she only made it worse, pushing all my insecurities to the forefront. “That maid... who does she think she is?” she whispered, her voice sharp like the edge of a
Alora's POV:The anger bubbling in my chest was about to explode. My heart pounded as I replayed the scene in my mind.Why would Kade do such a thing?It was not normal. Alphas rarely, if ever, involved themselves in the mundane affairs of the household, let alone matters concerning a maid.But this wasn’t some random act. No, this was deliberate. It couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. Why would he specifically single out Betty, of all people? She wasn’t just any maid. She was my personal maid, my best friend, my sister in every sense that mattered, and basically the only family I had left. Kade’s actions felt targeted. I had to know why. I had to be absolutely sure before confronting him.Without wasting another moment, I headed straight for Betty’s room. My pace quickened with every step, my resolve growing stronger. I needed answers, and I needed them now.When I entered her room, the sight before me made my heart clench. Betty was packing. Her shoulders were tense, her movement
Alora's POV:I rushed out of my room without a second thought, my heart pounding in my chest as urgency coursed through me. My mind raced as I navigated the halls, my feet moving faster than I could think.Soon, I reached her room. Without hesitation, I knocked sharply on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. The door creaked open, and a young maid appeared, her expression startled.“Good day, Luna,” she greeted me, bowing respectfully when she realized it was me standing there.I nodded curtly in acknowledgment and stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room. It was small, modest, as expected of the staff quarters, but it was empty. There was no sign of Betty.“Where is Betty?” I asked, my voice brisk but laced with concern.The maid hesitated for a moment before replying, “I saw her going after the chief maid earlier, Luna.”My gaze swept over the room once again, and my eyes landed on a pile of clothes and a few bags neatly arranged on the bed. Something about the sight
Alora’s POV:I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at my reflection as if the glass would offer me some clarity. My hands moved automatically, straightening my auburn, wavy hair with a heated iron. The repetitive motion was mechanical, almost soothing, as I tried to tame the unruly strands that insisted on curling stubbornly at the ends. But it wasn’t just my hair I was trying to fix.My fingers brushed over my slightly flushed cheeks, dabbing on a faint layer of powder to mask the redness. I leaned closer, inspecting my lips, which I realized I’d been biting nervously. They were raw, the delicate skin peeling slightly. Sighing, I reached for the small tub of balm on the dresser, applying it gently.My gaze traveled to my eyes—those damned, expressive eyes that gave away far too much of what I was feeling. I practiced softening my expression, letting my brows relax and my lips curl into a neutral line, but the sadness lingering in my gaze refused to fade.The truth was, n
Kade's POV:The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy, the kind of tension that clung to the air and pressed down on everyone present. The long oak table stretched between my brothers and me, its polished surface gleaming faintly under the dim overhead lighting.Keziah sat to my right, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the edge of the table. It was an old habit of his, one he couldn’t seem to shake, especially when lost in thought. The steady tapping acted as a metronome, marking the silence that hung between us. Thorne, on the other hand, sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes scanning the stack of reports spread out in front of him.“The river near the eastern border is drying up,” Keziah said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was low, serious, and carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. “And it’s not just the river. Some of the crops in the outlying villages are failing. They’re blaming the drought.”Thorne leaned forward slightly, his br
Alora's POV:She paused, her sharp eyes carefully assessing me like she could see right through me."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft yet probing."Yes," I replied quickly, though the awkwardness in my tone betrayed me. My words felt clunky, like pebbles tumbling out of my mouth instead of smooth sentences.Her gaze stayed fixed on mine, unrelenting. Doubt flickered across her expression, her brows drawing together in concern. I could feel my grip tighten around the edge of the duvet as I instinctively looked away, trying to avoid her piercing stare.Just then, I felt her cool hand press gently against my forehead. I jolted at the touch, my body stiffening like a coiled spring."What's wrong with you, Alora? You look like you've seen a ghost," she said, her tone laced with an edge of frustration."I'm fine, Betty. Why wouldn't I be?" I snapped, moving hurriedly to the other side of the bed to put some distance between us. The space felt like a barrier I desperately needed."Wh
Alora’s POV:Just then, Kade brought his hand to my face, his warm touch sending a jolt of electricity cascading through my skin. The sensation caught me off guard, making me flinch, yet his touch had an odd effect. It was soothing, calming the storm of emotions that had been raging within me. For
Kade’s POV:It felt as though the world around me blurred into a storm of chaos.My mind replayed everything in relentless loops: the moment my chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of dread, my wolf restless and pacing, to the instant we found her car—crumpled, mangled, and unmistakably invol
Alora’s POV:Retiring to my room, I sat down on the edge of my bed, my mind replaying every moment of the day.Each scene unraveled itself, refusing to give me peace. From the unsettling morning when I found them sprawled across my bed, to the
Thorne’s POV:Staring at her, touching her, feeling those sparks that always sent my wolf into a frenzy—it was unbearable. I couldn’t help but seethe internally, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. How could something so fragile, so beautiful, ignite such chaos within me? I was barely holdin







