MasukJulian. Zee noticed everything. My mood shift. My facial features. He could tell something was up just with a glance. The silence between us stretched out, but it wasn’t awkward. I stood there in the living room, still turning everything over in my head, trying to figure out how the hell this had happened. “What happened?” he finally asked. His voice was calm, but low and commanding. The kind that always made my chest tighten in a good way. I let out a slow breath, my eyes meeting his. “It's Damon.” “Your Damon?” he confirmed. I nodded. I rubbed the back of my neck, hesitating for a second. “I really don’t know the full story. He called me, said a group of guys broke into the site. Then the line just went dead.” Zee’s expression shifted in an instant. I watched the muscle in his jaw tighten. The air in the room changed. Zee pushed himself to his feet in one smooth motion, rolling his shoulders like he was already preparing for a fight. “Come on, we’re going there.” I pi
Julian. Everything was fucked up. Everything was going smoothly, until the tea was swapped. Until Diane became different—confident, smart, commanding, sharp. At this point, she was unstoppable. Almost—just almost. By now, every single person around me was incompetent: Freda, Silas, and even Miller. The guy who died without a word. He was supposed to give me information about the Beta—the one guy I couldn't control. He was too professional and showed no weakness, even for a split second. And I hated it. At this point, I needed to speak to someone. Zee. He was the perfect person right now. He was the only one who made my mood shift into something calm, sweet, and vulnerable. I approached my car. My personal guards followed as usual, but I didn't need them. Not now. Not when I was visiting Zee. “I will be going myself, so you may leave,” I dismissed them. My voice came out stern and cold, just as always. They bowed their heads in respect. “Okay, Alpha.” They looked at me like I w
DomI didn't even think twice about it. I just hurried out of the pack house with long, powerful strides.By the time I got outside, there was no trace of them. Only the faint smell of fossil fuel in the arena.My instincts kicked in almost immediately.They had left. And I was sure of that.I walked towards my bike, quickly roaring the engine to life. At first, it made loud sounds, the kind that could be heard from miles away. Not until I pressed a button did it fall dead silent. It was a feature on my bike that I built in for emergencies. The type of emergencies where I needed to be a shadow. Just like now.I surged the bike forward, letting the cool night air hit my face, my hair flying across it, but not enough to block my vision.In a couple of minutes, I spotted a black SUV. The one that was only used in the palace. And I knew it had to be them.I followed their trail, trying to be a shadow. I couldn't risk being seen at this point.After what felt like thirty minutes, the SUV c
Dom I parked my bike at my usual spot in the pack house parking lot. I had just returned from the club, and from the atmosphere, I could tell it was late. I needed rest. Once I got inside, I bumped into someone—someone I had been dodging like a flea. I didn’t want to see her. Not now, or ever. Stella She was looking around as if searching for someone or trying to figure something out. Then, her eyes landed on me. I noticed the way her expression shifted the moment our gazes met. She stepped toward me. One step. Then another. Until she was close enough. Too close. “Beta, long time no see,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. I didn’t want to have this conversation, but I felt I had to. After the risk she had taken for me, I felt like I owed her. “It’s Dom,” I corrected. My voice came out more like a dismissal than a correction. “Sorry, my bad,” she apologized, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “How’ve you been?” she asked, trying to restart the conversation.
Freda. I was in the middle of a dream when the sound started. It was a heavy, rhythmic thumping on my door. My room in the servants' quarters was always quiet, tucked away in the back of the palace. I sat up, my heart jumping into my throat. "Freda! Open up! Alpha’s orders!" I rubbed my eyes, my mind spinning. The Alpha? It was nearly midnight. He had already taken the tea bundle from me earlier that evening. Why would he want me now? A cold feeling started in my stomach. Whenever Alpha Julian called for someone, it was never to say thank you. It gave my blood pressure a lift. Each call from him was for mischief, and I knew it. I opened the door, shivering in my thin nightgown. Two guards stood there. They didn't look at me. Their faces were like stone. "The Alpha requires your attention," one said. His voice was cold. "Is he in the study?" I asked, my voice small and shaking. "Just follow us." “One second, let me change this…” “Come with us, Freda. Now!” We didn't
Julian The air in the shack felt like it was freezing over. I stared at the pile of brown powder on the table. It looked innocent. It looked like medicine. But to me, it looked like a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. "That’s impossible," I snapped, my voice cracking in the small room. "This is exactly what I took from the palace. The maid in charge of the Luna’s tea is the one who brought it to me directly this evening as per my order." The Old Woman didn't flinch. She just looked at me with those milky, ancient eyes. "I don't care who brought it to you, Alpha. I know my craft. I know the scent of the death I brew. This? This is not it. This is something else entirely." A short, nervous, yet awkward laugh escaped my mouth. I stepped closer, my shadow looming over her. "Are you trying to play games with me? Are you trying to maneuver your way out of a mistake? Because if you gave me the wrong batch and Diane is growing stronger because of your clumsiness, I will make sure y
Diane "The Beta, Where is his suite?" I asked a passing maid.She stopped and bowed low. "The Beta's suite, Luna? It’s prepared at the far end of the west wing.""Thank you," I said.I turned and headed toward the west wing. It was a part of the house I rarely visited. It was quiet and secluded. A
Diane.I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fruit around."Yesterday," I started. My voice was low but steady. "How did it go? The meeting?" I asked, trying as much as possible to make everything sound normal.Julian didn't even blink. He took a slow sip of his coffee. "It was fine, honey. Jus
DomJulian had rushed out ten minutes ago, after leaving orders on things he wanted and things he didn't, and leaving me to handle some mess.Now, my job was to find Diane. She was already in the gallery wing with those high-society Council wives.I walked down the long, sun-drenched corridor. My b
Diane.The mansion was finally quiet. After long hours of chatting and having solo fun, the Council wives had left, and Julian, he was out of the house as usual.I had retreated to my bedroom, shut the heavy door, and sank into my chair. I grabbed my phone for the first time in hours.I hadn't forg







