SILVERMIST PACKMira had barely taken three steps away when she froze, something snapping in her eyes.“Wait,” she said suddenly, spinning back toward Stephanie. “I forgot a few things.”Stephanie, still pale, still trembling, looked up with hollow eyes.Mira’s tone sharpened. “You said it’s Calum’s child. But Calum’s been away for months. I just remembered.”Stephanie blinked. “It’s still his—”“Don’t insult my intelligence.” Mira’s voice sliced like broken glass. “You expect me to believe that? What kind of fool do you think I am?”Stephanie tried to step back, but the wall was already behind her. “I’m not lying—”“You’re always lying when it matters.” Mira advanced. “Who else did you sleep with?”“No one—”“Then the math doesn’t add up.” Mira’s voice was low now. Dangerous. “You’re pregnant. Calum’s been gone. So… whose child are you really carrying?”Stephanie glanced down, her hand involuntarily going to her stomach again.Mira seized on it.“You’re protecting him,” she said, dea
SILVER MIST PACKMira didn’t slam the door. She shut it with a soft click—the kind of sound that promised danger more than shouting ever could. Her silk robe whispered around her ankles as she moved, a predator in velvet.She turned, slow and deliberate, toward the trembling figures tangled in her sheets.“I won’t tell the Alpha,” Mira said, her tone like honey laced with cyanide. “Only if you do what I ask.”Jaxon stepped in front of Liana, shielding her with the sheet, even though they were both already exposed—vulnerable in every possible way.“Luna…” he began, voice rough, “we didn’t mean—this wasn’t—”“Save it,” Mira snapped, eyes hard as granite. “You were drugged. Yes. But that doesn’t change the optics. Lucien walks in and sees this—in my bed—you think he’ll ask questions? He’ll tear you apart before you speak.”Liana clutched the sheets to her chest, shaking. “Please. I don’t even remember anything. You set us up…”Stephanie stepped forward, her voice tight with nerves. “Mira
SILVER MIST PACKLucien tilted his head. “Your moods have been erratic. Maybe it’s a hormonal imbalance, or… something else.”She scoffed quietly. “So now you’re diagnosing me?”“I’m concerned.”“No, you’re suspicious.” Mira took a slow step toward him. “You think because I’ve been quiet, I’m broken. But you’re wrong, Lucien. Silence doesn’t mean surrender.”His jaw clenched. “You’re right. It doesn’t.”For a moment, there was nothing but the crackling fire between them. Then, Lucien’s hand moved, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. The touch was familiar—but now it only repulsed her.“You’re still my Luna,” he said, voice low. “But we’re out of time. The Elders are asking questions. Zarek is breathing down my neck. And you—”“I can’t give you an heir, is that it?” she snapped, voice rising for the first time.Lucien hesitated.Mira stepped back, laughing bitterly. “You’re not even denying it.”“I need to consider alternatives,” Lucien said quietly. “If your body can’t give
SILVER MIST PACKThe moment Maximus stepped out of the sleek, black car, he knew Mira was up to something.He shut the door gently, the leather of his coat catching the breeze. His sharp eyes flicked to the woman standing across from him, Mira, no longer the composed Luna of moments ago, but someone reborn. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her hair, usually tied up neatly, blew across her face like a veil of shadows. Her hands were steady, though her heart beat like a drum beneath her chest.“Uncle Maximus,” she greeted, her voice smooth as velvet, yet sharpened with purpose.He narrowed his eyes at her, gaze assessing. “Why did you stop my car, Mira?”“I have a proposal for you,” Mira said firmly, her voice sweet.Maximus let out a breath. “A proposal? After eavesdropping on a conversation that didn’t concern you?”She stepped closer, each heel clicking against the stone with controlled elegance. “Oh, but it does concern me. I’m the Luna who’s about to be repl
SILVERMIST PACKIt’s morning already and the weather is a little bit dull, Maximus who has been in the Lycan king’s house for a while finally left.He had been staying in his house and finally he decided to pay Lucien a visit.He wore a black coat and a black trouser which made him look perfect despite him aging.Maximus slid into his car at the back seat then he lit he sipped his wine at the back seat.“Drive to the silver mist pack, I have to see the Alpha and his Luna.” Maximus ordered the driver.The driver didn’t say anything, he just nodded and started driving. They finally reached the pack house, Maximus stepped out of the car and then he saw Lucien.He stood at the top of the balcony, his arms crossed, his expression was neutral, he never expected Maximus would come to his pack house. Beside him was Mira, her expression composed, though her eyes flickered with something unreadable, they were both wondering why Maximus visited.Without another word, the both of them walked down
Vivian and Clara turned their gaze back and saw Rory, she was standing a few feet away from them.“Hey, kid,” Vivian said firmly, her tone a little too light, the smile on her lips brittle and tight.“You heard what we said, right?” Clara asked, her voice low, probing, dangerous.Rory didn’t flinch. She looked so confident facing the both of them, her hand was folded to her chest firmly then she dropped her hands and walked slowly to them.“I heard enough,” Rory said flatly. “Enough to know you’re loud for someone planning a murder in a hallway full of shifters with ears sharper than your brain, you didn’t even care if anyone listened.”Vivian’s smile twitched.“But I also heard the part where your Beta ordered you to kill my mother. That part? Not satisfying at all.”Clara’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t move from where she was standing.Rory stepped forward to them again, closer now, her voice dropping to a tone so controlled it made Clara and Vivian fear. “I hope you’re sm