ログインHe stood there, his face displaying worry about why she’d requested a cleanup of his palace. When he turned and she’d vanished, he decided to leave. Little did he know, Alpha Gabriel was lurking in a corner, having witnessed the entire interaction.
It was in that moment that Gabriel knew he could trust Lily.
She seemed incredibly keen on relying on him for her revenge, never missing an opportunity to display her hatred whenever she saw him. The next morning, he surprised her by stepping into her room with a tray of breakfast. “Did you eat yet? I wonder if it’s late. It’s 9 am,” he said, placing the tray on the bed.
Lily, barely awake, struggled to process what she was seeing. “Good morning! You didn’t just make me breakfast,” she said in disbelief.
“Well, I did,” he replied with a laugh.
She started eating almost instantly while he watched. Halfway through, she paused and looked up at him. “So, what do you want in exchange for this?” she asked, and he grinned.
“You didn’t disappoint. You are just as smart as always,” he said, and she rolled her eyes, hoping he would get to the point. “Well, I saw the interaction, and I’m here to ask for a favor.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.
“Accept him!” he muttered, and she froze in complete shock. It took her a moment to absorb it all. Right after she did, she got up and walked into the bathroom, abandoning him and the food he brought. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, not caring that he was still there, and quickly dressed in red before dashing out of the room. Alpha Gabriel met her on the terrace and hugged her from behind. “What were you thinking when I said that?” he asked softly. “He’s our enemy. We have a shared enemy. I want him dead just as much as you do, and I feel this is the perfect time to strike. I will make every preparation. All you need to do is treat him well, like he is forgiven, and make sure he leaves the earth at the right time. I’m always here for you. If you do this, sooner than ever, the Blood Moon Pack will take over The Fireflies, and I promise to make sure you don’t fall behind. If you want, I can make you the ruler of the pack.”
“Exactly what I want. I want his head and his pack. If you agree to that, maybe I will think about it,” she suddenly spat, and Alpha Gabriel’s eyes lit up.
“I’m all for him dying. If you do that, I will also put you in possession of some affairs of my current pack,” he promised again, and a grin appeared on her face.
She then turned and looked into his eyes. “It will cost a lot to pretend.”
“You have just got to stay stronger. You know what we want. Please do this!” he pleaded with her.
Determination seeped into her bones, and this time, she guessed she was ready for her long-awaited revenge, even if it would be in another form.
“Everyone is crazy in here!” Lena spat angrily as she watched the guards step into her room and turn everything upside down. The maids ran in right after that, doing an emergency cleanup that she didn’t think she had asked for. “You motherfucker! Who sent you?” she questioned as she grabbed one of the maids mopping under her bed.
“The Alpha ordered it,” the maid helplessly spat, and Lena pushed her away in irritation.
The fools were sweeping and mopping the whole place, and when she looked towards her bed, she couldn’t find the substance Witch Lena had gifted her. Pained, she stormed out and rushed towards Alpha Dylan’s study room for an explanation but was stopped by Beta Joe, who didn’t let her in.
Two days later, while going through some documents, Beta Joe walked into the study room and bowed. “I received a message from the Blood Moon Pack. I think they want a meeting with you,” he informed his Alpha, and Alpha Dylan’s eyes brightened.
He quit whatever he was doing and rushed towards the Blood Moon Pack. When he got to the pack’s border, he saw Lily standing there. He paused, trying to comprehend why she was standing there. “Let me guess, you wanted this meeting,” he said, his eyes filled with hope.
Lily stared into his eyes gently, even though her heart was wrenching. “I accept your proposal!” she spat, and he froze in shock. A tear slipped out of her eyes, convincing him that she was dead serious. “But I have got rules,” she continued.
“Lily, I will do anything for you,” he said, going closer to her and trying to touch her face, but a simple look from her changed his entire mindset. “Lily, I never thought you could ever forgive me, and I promise not to fail you again. Just tell me your rules.”
“Fireflies Pack will always be the pack I grew up in. So I value it. I would like to come back, but not as your woman since you have got a fiance. I would rather be your best friend and help you with the pack’s duties,” she said to him, and he nodded his head numerous times.
“I’m grateful! I promise to make up for every hurt I caused. As long as you forgive me!” he muttered, and she nodded.
“How about a hug?” he asked, stretching his hands, and she ran into his arms, bringing a smile of relief to his lips. “I would like to take you out of this pack. I don’t like that you are here,” he said, holding her by her cheeks again.
“I have to have a talk with Alpha Gabriel. I don’t think he has the power to stop my forgiveness. Leave and return to take me back home tomorrow,” she replied to him, then turned and left.
“I can’t believe I’m going back to that piece of shit,” she cursed, growling in anger, almost letting out her wolf.
“This is a sacrifice that is worth it. Have this!” Alpha Gabriel said, passing a brand new phone to her. “It will help with communication with me when the mind link fails. I don’t trust him enough, but I trust you, though. Stay strong and always alert. Don’t hesitate to end anyone who could dare stand in your fucking way,” he advised. Right after preparing her, she stepped out of the palace, and there he was, foolishly standing and waiting to take her back to Fireflies Pack. She got into the Fireflies car and saw Alpha Dylan seated there already, humbly staring at her. The driver started the car, causing her to bid farewell to the Blood Moon Pack as she assured herself that this was only for a moment. She turned to stare at Alpha Dylan’s hopeful face, and her heart bled in anger. It screamed; “Be ready, Alpha Dylan!”
Dylan didn’t raise his voice and that was the first difference. He stepped out of the records wing and gave orders in tones that didn’t travel beyond the immediate guard line. Patrol shifts adjusted. Internal checkpoints rotated quietly. The sponsor wing remained calm. No announcement. No alarm.Firefly Park continued to look unbothered.That was the point.Lily watched him move – decisive, contained, no visible crack from the perimeter stunt or the compromised code. He wasn’t trying to prove control.He was reasserting it without spectacle.When he finished, he returned to the records wing and closed the door behind him.“We don’t chase the clerk,” he said.Lena’s eyes narrowed slightly. “He accessed my terminal.”“Yes,” Dylan replied. “And if he’s compromised, he’s bait.”Lily nodded once.“If we pursue openly,” she added, “whoever placed him disappears.”Silence.Dylan looked at the maintenance log screen again.“They wanted us loud,” he said. “They wanted confrontation at the gate
Dylan didn’t move for a long second. Lily watched it happen—the shift inside him. It was not anger, not denial, but something more dangerous.Calculation colliding with loyalty.“It could be duplicated,” Dylan said finally.His voice was steady.Lily didn’t press. Not yet.“Who has access to replicate it?” she asked instead.Dylan’s jaw tightened. “Very few.”“Name them.”He looked at her then, eyes sharp.“You think she did it,” he said.Lily held his gaze. “I think someone wants you to.”Silence.The maintenance terminal screen dimmed slightly, then brightened again. Still unlocked. Still showing Lena’s authorization code stamped against the evidence room entry.Dylan stepped closer to the screen.“Her code hasn’t been compromised before,” he said.“Has it been tested?” Lily asked.Dylan didn’t answer.Because it didn’t matter whether Lena had ever been careless.It mattered that someone wanted her framed.Footsteps approached from the corridor.Both of them turned at the same time.
The evidence room smelled like dust and steel. Dylan stepped in first and Lily followed a half-beat behind him, eyes already on the crate.It sat in the center of the table where the guards had placed it. The lid wasn’t blown open. It wasn’t shattered. It wasn’t dramatic.It was simply… lifted.Not fully. Just enough to break the seal cleanly.The red tie at the corner lay on the table beside it.Untouched.Dylan stopped two steps from the crate.“Did you open it,” he asked the guards without turning.“No,” one replied. “We never left.”The other added quickly, “We heard nothing.”Lily moved closer.The crate didn’t look forced. No splintered wood. No broken hinges.The lid had been opened carefully.From inside.Dylan’s hand hovered over the edge.“Gloves,” Lily said quietly.He didn’t argue. One guard passed him a pair. Dylan slid them on, slow, controlled, then lifted the lid the rest of the way.The room stayed silent.No explosion.No smoke.No device.Inside the crate was… packi
Dylan didn’t move. Not toward the stairs nor toward the exit. He stood at the glass, hands loose at his sides, gaze fixed on Gabriel like the space between them was a blade neither of them wanted to grab first.Lily felt the tension shift – not erupt, not collapse – shift.Gabriel waited below, posture relaxed, one shoulder angled toward the gate as if he could lean on patience indefinitely.Lena spoke first. “If you ignore him, it looks weak.”“If I answer him, it looks reactive.” replied Dylan.There was a little silence.Lily watched Gabriel instead of Dylan. Watched the stillness that wasn’t really stillness. Gabriel wasn’t trying to breach the perimeter. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t escalating.He was daring Dylan to make it visible.The patrol guard stepped back from Gabriel again, unsure whether to hold position or retreat. The guard’s uncertainty was part of the performance.Gabriel glanced at the guard’s radio, then back at the glass.He knew they were watching.“Call outer
The raised voice in the sponsor wing didn’t fade. It sharpened. Not hysterical but controlled. That was worse. Controlled outrage carried farther.Dylan didn’t break stride.“Take him to evidence,” he said to the guard holding the uniformed figure. “Lock it. No one in.”The figure allowed himself to be moved, but his gaze slid toward the sponsor corridor again, satisfied.Lily didn’t look at him.She was already calculating.If the crate was meant to trigger a discovery near Dylan’s office, then the sponsor wing disturbance wasn’t coincidence. It was distraction. Pull authority away. Split attention. Force visible reaction.“Go,” Lily said quietly to Dylan.He didn’t hesitate.They turned together toward the sponsor corridor, moving fast without running. The hum of Firefly Park changed as they approached – voices overlapping, a cluster of staff near the lounge entrance, one sponsor standing stiff with a phone already in hand.Lena stood at the center of it.Composed. Controlled. A wal
The clerk arrived out of breath, not panicked but hurried enough that it showed. He stopped at the mouth of the storage corridor, eyes flicking from Dylan to the guards to the crate sitting under the open doorway like a question no one wanted to touch.“You sent for me,” he said.Dylan didn’t look away from the uniformed figure. “Stand by the door.”The clerk moved quickly, hands clasped in front of him, trying to make himself small.Lily watched the uniformed figure’s face. He was still calm, but the calm looked practiced now, not natural. Like a mask that kept being adjusted to fit the moment.Dylan spoke again. “Name.”The figure’s mouth curved faintly. “You already know.”“No,” Dylan said. “I know you’re not staff.”A pause.The figure glanced at the clerk, then back to Dylan. “If I give you a name, you’ll pretend it solves the problem.”Dylan’s eyes went colder. “If you don’t, you’ll confirm it’s worse than a name.”Lily felt the corridor tighten around that. Dylan wasn’t shoutin
Lily couldn't sleep well since Lena went home. She sat on the side of her bed listening to the building like it might tell her something. The Firefly Pack can be innocent sounding when they want to be – it sounded like soft vents blew air through, the far-off hum of machinery was low, the footsteps
The door creaked open just enough to show that it had been waiting for her. Enough to allow a thin strip of blackness to form between the frame and the panel. Enough to show that the latch hadn't held the way it was supposed to. Lily stopped a single foot shy of where the door now lay and froze. Ev
After a few minutes of deliberation, Lily didn't call Dylan. Timing was her reason for waiting — she wanted to have one final bit of proof before telling him anything. Truthfully however, it was much simpler and much harder to admit: Once Dylan knew (and he would know), he'd tell her what it meant.
Lily looked at the doors but she wasn’t odd about it. She wasn’t looking at them clicking or waiting for them to be opened; she was looking at the doors as she would look at the people – by noticing their patterns and by observing how they were different once everyone had stopped paying attention t







