THAT SAME NIGHT. IN THE JONES ESTATE.
The room was quiet, but a thick air of fury blew across every corner.
Williams Jones stood in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. His voice was loud and sharp. “You made a fool of this family, Mitch. In front of the whole Council!”
Andrea Jones, sitting beside his son, looked tired. His hands were shaking slightly. “He didn’t mean to disrespect anyone, Williams. He just—”
“Don’t!” Williams barked. “Don’t defend him! That girl, broke the mate bond with Edward. She went against our laws. The punishment was clear, silver suppressing injection. It needed seven seals. Seven. And your son was the only one who didn’t sign it!”
Mitch sat on the sofa, legs spread, arms folded. He looked calm. Too calm. “I didn’t think she deserved that punishment,” he said indifferently.
“She’s an omega!” Edward shouted from near the window where he stood, fuming in anger.
“She broke the bond with me in front of everyone! And you still stood with her?” Edward barked.
“I didn’t stand with her,” Mitch said, not looking at him. “I just didn’t want to torture her. Five years of servitude is already enough.”
“You made me look weak!” Edward yelled. “You let her walk away with no real punishment.”
“She didn’t walk away,” Mitch said. “She’s trapped in your house. She’s hurting. You’re just angry because she didn’t beg.”
Edward stepped closer. “Yes. You're right. She didn't beg, because she feels equal with me. If you had signed the silver suppression, her wolf would have been restricted, a reminder of the omega she is!”
“Youre really mean,” Mitch shot back. “Is that what you wanted? What if the table is turned around, will you accept that punishment?”
Williams slammed his hand on the table. The sound made everyone jump. “You don’t get to pick and choose the law, Mitch! You’re on the Council because of this family. Because of me. Don’t forget that!”
Mitch stood now, his eyes burning. “No. I’m on that Council because I worked for it. I fought in the rogue wars, I helped rebuild this country, even in my young age. I—”
“You had support,” Williams snapped, interrupting him
“You had a name! Jones! It worked for you! Don’t pretend you did it all alone.” Williams thundered, but Mitch didn't flinch.
Edward stepped in again. “You let me down, Mitch. You’re my cousin. You should’ve stood by me.”
Mitch turned to him slowly. “I don’t support injustice. Even if it’s family.”
“Don’t act like you care about justice,” Edward said. “You just wanted to look like a hero.”
“I care about what’s right!” Mitch shouted.
"And mind how you speak to me! I'm still your elder!" Mitch yelled.
"An elder with four years!" Edward sneered.
"That four years is something! So show some respect!" Mitch snapped.
“Enough!” Williams roared. His voice shook the walls. His eyes flashed fire for a second, his wolf close to the surface.
Andrea rubbed his forehead and spoke softly. “He’s still young, Williams. He’ll learn.”
Williams looked at Mitch with cold eyes. “He better. Because if he keeps acting like this, the Council will turn on him. And I won’t stop them.” then he stormed out of the sitting room.
Mitch didn’t say another word. He just looked out the window, his face blank. After a while, he walked over to the sofa and slumped into it.
Edward stood still, fists clenched, breathing hard. After a moment, he stormed out.
Andrea rose quietly from the sofa, and proceeded to Mitch. He didn’t speak right away. Just looked steadily at his son.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Mitch didn’t look at him. “Go ahead and keep scolding me if you want,” he said in a cold voice.
Andrea let out a tired sigh and sat beside him. There was silence, which stretched for a few seconds.
“You made a big choice today,” Andrea said. “And it wasn’t an easy one.”
“I did what I thought was right,” Mitch said quietly. “Everyone’s acting like I betrayed the family.”
Andrea nodded slowly. “I know. But this family... we’ve lived by rules for so long, Mitch. When someone breaks them, even for a good reason, it shakes everything.”
Mitch finally looked at his father. “So you think I was wrong too?”
Andrea shook his head. “No. I think you were brave. But bravery doesn’t always come with applause. Sometimes it comes with anger, silence... or worse, distance.”
Mitch’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t want to fight with Edward. He’s my cousin. But I couldn’t sign that paper. I couldn’t do that to that fragile girl.”
“I know,” Andrea said. “I saw the look in your eyes when the sentence was read. You were thinking with your heart.”
“I’m on the Council to do what’s right,” Mitch whispered. “Not just what’s expected.”
Andrea put a hand on his shoulder. “And that’s exactly why I’m proud of you.”Mitch’s eyes burned for a second, but he blinked the feeling away.
“Your uncle... he’s a strong man,” Andrea went on. “But strength without compassion can be cruel. What you showed today was strength with heart. Not many leaders have that.”
“They hate me for it,” Mitch muttered.
“They’re just angry,” Andrea said gently. “Let them cool off. Time has a way of showing truth.”
Andrea stood, walking toward the door, then halted.
“Don’t lose yourself in all this noise, Mitch. And don’t stop standing for what’s right. Even if it means standing alone.”
Mitch looked up at him, and for the first time all night, he felt a rekindling in his heart.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Andrea gave a small, proud smile. “Get some sleep, son. Tomorrow’s another battle.”
And with that, he left the sitting room, closing the door softly behind him.
Mitch heaved a sigh of relief. His father was in support of his action, and that made his heart swell in joy.
He glanced at the huge wall clock, the night was far spent. He needed to get some sleep, but there was one more thing he had to do.
Mitch left the sitting room, to the garden. The wind was cool, brushing through the trees. Just as he expected, Edward was standing alone, his back rigid, , hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on nothing.Mitch walked up behind him, quiet for a moment, then said, “Do you want to talk, or should I leave?”Edward didn’t turn. “If you’re here to defend that omega again, don’t bother.”Mitch sighed. “I’m not here to defend her. I’m here to tell you the truth.”Now Edward turned, his face hard. “The truth? That you betrayed your own blood in front of the Council?”“No,” Mitch said calmly. “That you pushed her away. That Lucille didn’t reject you because she’s ungrateful or rebellious. She rejected you because you treated her like she was nothing.”
The next morning, Lucille woke up early and got dressed. She sat on the bed, her heart heavy and her fingers twitching. Five years, not five days. It felt like such a long time. Edward hated her. She had even challenged him in court, saying painful words to him. He would likely make her serve him brutally.The door opened, and her brother walked in, fully dressed. "Ready?" he asked, and she nodded.She stood up and let out a deep breath. Louis wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her head on his chest."It will pass. We’ll keep in touch. Remember everything I told you," he whispered.Her tears fell uncontrollably, and she didn’t try to hold them back. "I’m hurting deeply, brother," she sobbed, her voice shaky.Since that night at the party, she had kept everything inside, showing only a calm face, but now, for the first time, she let herself be vulnerable
“Do you think you’re here to sleep?” the woman barked, her voice felt like a sharp whip, on Lucille's body.Lucille jolted off the bed, her heart racing in her ears.“I… I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her voice trembling.But the woman wasn’t listening. Her glare almost cut through Lucille's bones.“Didn’t you read the rules?” she thundered.Rules? What rules? She had just stepped in. Barely five minutes, and this nightmare had already begun.She rushed to the desk and grabbed the paper she had noticed earlier. Her hands shook as she unfolded it. Yes, it had the rules.But before she could even read the first line, the paper was ripped from her fingers.“Useless girl!” the woman spat. “You should’ve read it earlier!”
A servant had pointed to the room earlier, saying it belonged to Edward.Now Lucille stood in front of it, unsure how to go in.Her body swayed weakly. Her joints felt like they were cracking under her own weight. Every muscle in her body screamed. Her eyes burned with exhaustion.Her stomach twisted painfully. She could taste the hunger in her mouth. Since the little food she ate that morning before the long journey, nothing else had touched her lips. No one had offered. No one had asked.But once she cleaned this last room, she could finally rest. Maybe even find something to eat.She raised a weak hand and knocked softly on the door, but, there was no answer.She waited, then knocked again, this time a bit louder.A deep voice finally responded. “What is it?”She gripped the handle and slowly turned it.
The omega gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, quickly shutting it behind her.She lifted her blouse and pulled out a small food pack, holding it out to Lucille. "Take it," she said, her voice low and cautious.Lucille took the food without hesitation."The kitchen won’t send you food. It’s an order. This is mine, but I’m sharing it so you can have some," she explained, her eyes darting around nervously."Don’t tell anyone, or I’ll be severely punished," she added with a warning look."Thank you," Lucille whispered, trying to hold back her tears."I’m Ophelia, from the Downland pack, just like you," she quickly introduced herself.Lucille smiled faintly, understanding now why her wolf had reacted so strongly when the knock came. Ophelia was from her pack."T
Lucille hadn’t eaten all day, and no one came to ask her to clean again. Even though her heart was heavy, she somehow managed to sleep well.When she finally woke up, it was already dark outside.She stretched slowly and sat up in bed. That was when she heard a knock at the door. Were they watching her to know the exact moment she woke up?“Come in,” she said with a yawn.The door opened, and Ophelia walked in. Her face was just as cold as Lucille remembered.If it wasn’t for their short, kind moment earlier that day, Lucille might have taken her expression the wrong way. But now she understood. Ophelia wore that coldness like armor, something she needed to survive in this house.“He’s calling for you,” Ophelia said flatly.“He’s in the living room,” she added befor
Lucille and Ophelia stood silently in their wolf forms, the cool night breeze brushing their fur as they listened to the quiet footsteps approaching. The sound grew louder, and Ophelia’s ears twitched.Before Lucille could react, Ophelia turned and disappeared into the shadows, her paws silent against the ground.Lucille hesitated for a moment, her heart thudding in her chest. She looked down at her torn dress lying beside her. She couldn't shift back yet, not here, not where someone might see her naked.She picked up the dress with her mouth, gently dragging it along the ground as she trotted back to her room.Her legs ached, but she moved quickly, afraid of being seen. Once inside the room, she locked the door with shaky hands before letting the shift take her.Pain rippled through her body as her bones reshaped. When it was over, she lay on the cold floor, breathing hard
It had been three long, painful months since Lucille started living in Edward’s house as a servant. Every day felt like a battle.The work was exhausting, and whenever she couldn’t finish on time, the punishments followed without mercy. Sometimes, she didn’t even know how she was still coping.Her body had slowly adjusted to the suffering, but it had also paid the price. She was no longer the girl who walked into this house months ago.Her clothes hung off her body, far too loose for her now, thin frame. Her bones stuck out sharply under her skin, her cheeks were hollow, and her eyes had sunk deep into her face. She looked like a shadow of her old self.Her hands, knees, and elbows were covered in wounds. Some fresh, some trying to heal. The constant pain in her stomach had become a cruel companion. She knew it was from hunger.Most days, the kitchen forgot abou
Lucille came out of the bathroom, put on her dress, and walked toward the door."Where are you going?" Edward asked."That's none of your business," she snapped coldly. She opened the door and walked out without looking back.Edward slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After some time, he returned, then quickly got dressed.His eyes wandered around the room before they stopped on the bed, still messy and tangled. His gaze fell on the wet spot, the proof of what he had forced to happen.For a moment, he thought about calling Lucille back to clean it. A smirk tugged at his lips. But then his smile vanished, replaced by anger.If she didn’t even react to finding them in bed like that, would a dirty sheet be what finally broke her?His brows furrowed as he looked at the door. Mabel had been furious, he could feel it. But
Mabel quickly grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her naked body. Her scream made Lucille look up at the two of them on the bed.Lucille froze when she saw the fear in Mabel’s eyes. It was clear Mabel hadn’t noticed her standing there during the whole moment of pleasure.Mabel’s eyes widened in shock, locked on Lucille, who just stared back coldly, then quietly went back to cleaning.“She…” Mabel’s voice trembled as she pointed at Lucille. Her hand shook, and she couldn’t find more words.Edward had a smug smile for a second, but it disappeared fast. He put on a calm face.“What is it?” he asked gently, pretending not to understand.Mabel turned to him, stunned. Was he really asking that? “She’s here,” she whispered, still in disbelief.Edward
Mark received the message and frowned. Cleaning? That seemed too easy. Shouldn’t the punishment be more serious? Something that would really hurt?He shrugged and said, “Alright,” before the link disconnected.He stood up from the sofa and left the sitting room to deliver Edward’s message.Back in the bedroom, Edward was still smiling.“I’m really sorry,” he whispered, gently biting Mabel’s earlobe before wrapping his arms around her.“I’ve just been so busy. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said softly, lifting her face and looking deeply into her eyes.“I love you, Eddy. You know that,” she whispered, her voice low and full of longing.“I love you too. And I’ve missed you,” he replied, his eyes and voice both full of desire, making her
“What the heck was that?” Mark asked angrily the moment Lucille left the room.“When did she become like this?” he added, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.Edward didn’t answer. He just let out a long breath.“She used to be quiet and easy to control,” Mark muttered, still shocked. “is this a dream?”He couldn’t believe what just happened. That was the same Lucille who used to be their puppet back in university. The same girl who used to hide just to avoid being laughed at.If she were an elite, maybe her boldness would make sense. But she wasn’t. She was just a commoner. An omega!Mark had never heard of an omega talking back to an elite before. And Lucille didn’t just talk back, she stood up to three elites all at once.Mabel was burning with anger. She cou
A week later, Lucille had just finished her usual afternoon tasks and was heading to her room when she spotted Georgina approaching her. So, Georgina was still living in the house?"Master calls for you," she said, her tone calm now, much softer than the harshness she usually displayed."Master?" The word annoyed Lucille. It reminded her of how low and powerless her wolf was. How less important her kind was in this world."Okay," Lucille replied, her voice steady, and followed Georgina to the sitting room where Edward was supposed to be.The moment Lucille stepped into the room, her mood darkened. Edward wasn’t alone. Two people were there. People she could hardly stand.Mabel Fletcher, the girl who humiliated her at that dreadful class party, and Mark Anderson, Edward's best friend, and her personal nightmare."You sent for me?" Lucille asked, her gaze cold and sharp as it fixed on Edward.Mabel sneered. "She still has guts!" Her eyes burned with hostility as she looked Lucille up an
He watched her in astonishment as the soft wind played with the ends of her dress. The sun touched her skin gently, making her glow. She looked stunning. Her hair was tied back neatly, her dress simple but graceful. There was something calm and strong about her, something that made his gaze locked on her.Was she the same girl he had ensured to break completely? She wasn't any where near breaking.Their eyes locked. She felt his deep stare, the confusion in it, the disbelief. It almost gave her a strange sense of power. Edward blinked. There was something about her gaze. Hatred exuded through her eyes. He could feel it, it grazed him fiercly.He could sense an air of pride radiating around her. There was no fear, no panic.She stared for a second, then turned her back and walked away, like he wasn't anything important.Something snapped inside him.He opened the car door and stepped out slowly, eyes still locked on the direction she’d taken. His chest tightened. His mind was a mess.
It had been three long, painful months since Lucille started living in Edward’s house as a servant. Every day felt like a battle.The work was exhausting, and whenever she couldn’t finish on time, the punishments followed without mercy. Sometimes, she didn’t even know how she was still coping.Her body had slowly adjusted to the suffering, but it had also paid the price. She was no longer the girl who walked into this house months ago.Her clothes hung off her body, far too loose for her now, thin frame. Her bones stuck out sharply under her skin, her cheeks were hollow, and her eyes had sunk deep into her face. She looked like a shadow of her old self.Her hands, knees, and elbows were covered in wounds. Some fresh, some trying to heal. The constant pain in her stomach had become a cruel companion. She knew it was from hunger.Most days, the kitchen forgot abou
Lucille and Ophelia stood silently in their wolf forms, the cool night breeze brushing their fur as they listened to the quiet footsteps approaching. The sound grew louder, and Ophelia’s ears twitched.Before Lucille could react, Ophelia turned and disappeared into the shadows, her paws silent against the ground.Lucille hesitated for a moment, her heart thudding in her chest. She looked down at her torn dress lying beside her. She couldn't shift back yet, not here, not where someone might see her naked.She picked up the dress with her mouth, gently dragging it along the ground as she trotted back to her room.Her legs ached, but she moved quickly, afraid of being seen. Once inside the room, she locked the door with shaky hands before letting the shift take her.Pain rippled through her body as her bones reshaped. When it was over, she lay on the cold floor, breathing hard
Lucille hadn’t eaten all day, and no one came to ask her to clean again. Even though her heart was heavy, she somehow managed to sleep well.When she finally woke up, it was already dark outside.She stretched slowly and sat up in bed. That was when she heard a knock at the door. Were they watching her to know the exact moment she woke up?“Come in,” she said with a yawn.The door opened, and Ophelia walked in. Her face was just as cold as Lucille remembered.If it wasn’t for their short, kind moment earlier that day, Lucille might have taken her expression the wrong way. But now she understood. Ophelia wore that coldness like armor, something she needed to survive in this house.“He’s calling for you,” Ophelia said flatly.“He’s in the living room,” she added befor