LOGIN"Can you believe," Martha said, voice dripping with delight, "how easily the council swallowed our story? Poor, perfect Luna Kimberly , she actually thought her tears would change something."Timothy smirked, leaning back. "They always think emotions are weapons. But in politics, sentiment is a weakness. Gabriel played his role well ,the noble fool who trusted the wrong people. And now, the throne owes us."Their laughter bounced against the walls.But it died abruptly when the door creaked open and a guard stepped in. "Your Highness, Luna Kimberly of Silver Claw seeks audience."Martha froze mid-laugh. "What?"Timothy’s brows rose in surprise. "At this hour?"The guard bowed. "She insists it’s urgent."A slow grin spread on Timothy’s face. "Let her in."When Kimberly entered, the air changed her presence was like a silent storm. Martha’s smile returned, sharp and mocking. "Well, if it isn’t our brave Luna. What brings you here, dear? Come to plead again for your precious mate?"Kimb
"Alpha Gabriel of the Silver Claw Pack, you stand accused of conspiracy against the Lycan Kingdom for breaching the royal protection of Prince Timothy and aiding in the attacks upon Princess Martha." Lycan King’s voice echoed in the council hall. A murmur rippled through the hall. Kimberly felt her blood boil. 'How dare they…' Gabriel lifted his chin, his eyes calm but sharp like storm-forged steel. "I have done no such thing. I’ve protected your daughter with my life and my pack’s strength." One of the council members, a grizzled Lycan elder named Aldric, slammed his staff on the floor. "And yet, every time she was attacked, you were conveniently absent. Every time your pack’s guards turned against our own, you appeared after the damage was done. Do you deny this pattern?" Gabriel’s voice was low, controlled. "Coincidences do not make guilt, Elder Aldric. My absence was never deliberate I was responding to false alerts, misdirection, planted distractions. Someone orches
"This is a really bad news for our pack Kim." Gabriel’s voice was steady, but the tension beneath it was unmistakable. "Two traitors wearing our insignia,” he muttered, tracing a finger across the blueprint of the packhouse. "Someone’s feeding them information from inside. This will tarnish our image." Beta Nolan stood by the window, arms crossed. "We’ve already doubled security patrols. Every entrance and exit is being watched. Whoever planned this knew the guest wing layout too well that’s not random." Kimberly sat beside Gabriel, restless, her nails tapping against the armrest of her chair. "It’s like they wanted to strike fear, not just harm. Timothy’s attack ,it was too conveniently timed." Gabriel’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. "You think he’s involved?" "I think," she said softly, "we’re being played. I didn’t told you but I heard Timothy talking to Martha. They are plotting something for sure. " Before Gabriel could respond, a sudden commotion erupted outside the
There was a sudden crash, then the unmistakable shatter of glass.Kimberly shot upright in bed, heart hammering. Another crash followed, closer this time, echoing through the halls of the packhouse. Then came the alarm bell three short rings, a pause, then three more the signal for breach inside the perimeter.She was already moving before her mind caught up."Martha’s wing," she whispered to herself, throwing on her jacket and sprinting out the door. The corridor lights flickered red.Gabriel has still not returned, in his absence it's her responsibility to keep Martha safe."Guards!" she called, voice sharp and commanding. "Guest wing — now!"Two warriors fell in beside her, weapons drawn. She caught the acrid scent of smoke , faint but unmistakable.When they rounded the corner, chaos met them head-on. The corridor to the guest wing was a storm of noise- growls, metal, splintering wood. Kimberly saw a body fly across the hallway, slammed by another’s kick."Protect the Luna!" som
“I can’t protect her anymore.” Gabriel’s voice was cold, echoing off the office walls as he gripped the phone tighter. "She’s not a guest anymore, she’s a problem." Kimberly stood near the door, arms folded, silent but watching the storm build behind her husband’s eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty," Gabriel continued, jaw tight. "I’m aware she’s your daughter, but this is beyond a misunderstanding. She’s been crossing every boundary possible." A pause. The voice on the other end was low, indistinct — the Lycan King’s tone calm but heavy. "No," Gabriel snapped. "It’s not a question of hospitality. It’s about respect. My mate—my Luna—has been humiliated under her roof because of your sister’s actions. I won’t allow it again." He exhaled sharply, trying to reel his temper back in. Kimberly took a small step forward, her hand brushing his arm. "Gabriel…" she murmured, but he didn’t look at her. "Yes," Gabriel said finally, tone clipped. "You’ll send someone to collect her then? G
"Kimberly?" Gabriel’s voice broke the heavy silence as he entered the dimly lit bedroom. The only sound was the faint hum of the chandelier fan, its light turned off, leaving the room draped in darkness. He smiled faintly, loosening the top button of his shirt. "Oh, playing mysterious tonight, are we?" he murmured, his tone teasing. A soft silhouette sat at the edge of the bed, barely visible through the darkness. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulder. Gabriel’s voice dropped lower — playful, intimate. "You know, keeping the lights off won’t stop me from finding you," he said, stepping closer, his boots silent on the carpet. She didn’t move. He chuckled quietly. "Silent treatment too? Alright, Mrs. Carnby, you win. I’ll make you talk another way." He reached the bedside, resting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin felt warm, but the scent — something was wrong. He leaned in, whispering softly near her ear, "You smell… different tonight." Still no response.







