LOGINMatthias’ POVPoisons. Not one, but many.My breath caught slightly.Lance was never wrong.“This… this isn’t possible,” Keira spoke, her face pale and her voice a hushed whisper.I said, “Lance, are you certain?”My tone was hard.“Yes, My lord,” Lance bowed his head as he rose to his feet before straightening calmly. “She has accumulated several poisons in her. Not one, but at least three I can identify. I will need to take a blood sample from her to determine which exactly.”Keira blustered, shaking her head.“B-but how?” She glanced at me. “I never got poisoned once in my life except for today. This is impossible.”“Uncle Lance has never lied about anything like this, Keira,” Brandon was the one that spoke first.My jaw clenched.Could he not see that Keira was even more upset now after this?I gave the young man a glare and he shut his mouth with a click, looking apologetic.It didn't take me long to draw up a conclusion after hearing the words that Lance had spoken. Even if Keir
Keira’s POVBy the next ten minutes, 4 shadow guards stood in the living room, awaiting orders from me and Brandon.I recognized Jesse, and the other three also appeared familiar.Several shadow guards were summoned at once by Brandon whose visage was akin to ice.I watched while he questioned them, giving me a chance to listen in on the interrogation.“Who sent the letters?” Brandon asked, voice right with barely concealed rage. “And who was here when they arrived?”The guards each gave their own account.Jesse stepped forward first, “I was the one on duty at the townhouse this morning. The letters were dropped by several people. I was able to trace four of them.”“Then where did the last letter come from?” Brandon growled.I noticed he was furious, and I stepped in.“Brandon,” I softly said, “it might be possible that it was dropped in another way.”“Then it is their responsibility for not keeping the house secure,” Brandon said, but his voice was much less sharper than before. “Che
Keira’s POV “Miss, some letters arrived for you this mornign after you left,” the maid that greeted me at the door of my townhouse carried my luggage and spoke steadily in a respectful tone. “Letters?” i frowned slightly, glancing at the clock; it was already 4pm. “Yes Miss. Shall i bring them for you?” “Sure,” I paused at the doorway to drs morning after you left,” the maid that greeted me at the door of my townhouse carried my luggage and spoke steadily in a respectful tone. “Letters?” I frowned slightly, glancing at the clock. It was already 4pm. Who would send me letters? “Yes miss. Shall I bring them for you?” “Sure,” I replied, waving my hand and drifting over to the kitchen tk get a glass of water. The quiet, calm environment that belonged only to me was incredibly pleasant to be in. But soon I might have to relocate again. Thinking this, I pursed my lips, wiping my mouth after finishing the water. “What are you thinking about?” Brandon appeared at the do
Matthias’ POV Keira didnt stay long after our conversation. She made an excuse about wanting to return to the townhouse and organize her wardrobe, but I could see through her expressions that she was overwhelmed, contemplative and likely needed to be alone. Very briefly, I pondered if she regretted getting involved with this matter, but it would not change anything anymore. The die was cast and she had become entwined with me, and I with her. My eyes flickered to the clock. Nearly an hour had passed. Surprising. The time had passed quickly, but with her I had barely noticed the seconds. The report I waited for from Kael came by 5pm. Between that time I had already cleared the small pile of paperwork on my desk. His entry was quiet, almost unnoticed. “Any news?” I asked without waiting for him to speak. Kael moved to the pitcher of water, pouring a fresh glass. “I have determined Daniel Croft is not involved,” he said. My brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. “V
Keira’s POV Hearing that single word set my heart racing. “M-Me?” My voice took on a disbelieving tone. “I have to admit,” Matthias spoke, his tone just as monotone and contained as it had been when he had explained the entire story of the surrogate. My throat tightened as I saw his gaze towards me take on a more assessing gaze, the cold, precise way a professional used to read others acted with a puzzle they wanted to solve. “My intentions for getting closer to you were not originally purely to get an heir from you.” I waited, because what else could I do? Deep down, my wolf was simultaneously excited and anxious. ‘Should we run? Is this going to put us in danger?’ my wolf continued to rant in my head through the mindlink and my fingers curled in on themselves, forming loosely held fists. Perhaps it was the way Matthias looked at me, or the intimidating aura he gave off throughout, and when it was focused on me, it felt like he wanted me dead. I swallowed. “What I ha
Matthias’ POV The subject of Reyna was a sore topic for me. It wasn’t because I really cared about her, but that I had lost an opportunity to gain an heir was not a small matter. “A few months ago,” Keira replied. Keira sat stiffly on the chair, looking like she was receiving the briefing of a meeting instead of the relaxed way she had been when I had left. A part of me regretted having to tell her this. But information was power and she needed to know what she was dealing with. So I spoke, and while I did I fell back into the memories of the last couple of months. I hadn’t publicized my desire for an heir in any way. In fact, even those closest to me didn't know and only the shadow guards knew about it. My intentions had always been to keep things quiet until the child was born, pay off the woman and make it appear as though I had a child born out of wedlock. It wasn't exactly a scandal no one had seen before. But using a surrogate? That was indeed still difficult to
Keira’s POV Victoria choked on her words, and though I didn't look her way, I could picture her gaping like a fish. The attendant brought over three bags for me to choose from and I took my time selecting. With ease, I didn't have to worry about the price, only picking out the items I knew would
Keira’s POV Victoria Wayland was someone who I had never gotten along with back when Vivienne and I were younger, Vivienne would often bring her home, and during those times, I would often find myself confined to my room. Not because I was forced, but because that was the only way I could safeguard
Keira’s POV Shopping time. I couldn't help but trace my fingertips on the metal black card. Unlimited, he said. He had not even told me to be cautious with my spending. And that somehow sent a thrill of exhilaration through me. Not just the Ironfang Pack, I didn't think any other man in the regi
Matthias’ POV Keira was silent for a while, but after we had nearly gone through the entire spread, she spoke calmly. “Do you think that,” she paused, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge my reaction. “That what?” I asked with a raised brow. “That you were too hard on Dom







