LOGIN~NadiaIt had been a few days since Aiden said what he said…the words that got me thinking, no matter how hard I tried not to. The pack house was quiet. It had always been. But the noise from many thoughts going on in my mind made the quiet feel less like silence and more like a battle to find the truth.It wasn’t the kind of quiet that brought peace. It pressed. It lingered. It made every thought louder than it had any right to be.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers loosely gripping the edge of the mattress as my mind replayed the same moment over and over again.Aiden’s voice.Slurred. Unsteady.But clear enough.“You think my father is perfect, huh? He is the reason your mother was cast out.”I squeezed my eyes shut.“No…” I whispered under my breath.He had been drunk.He didn’t know what he was saying.That had to be it.It had to be.Because anything else didn’t make sense.Lucian…?No.I shook my head, forcing the thought away as I pushed myself up to my feet. Sitting her
~AidenThe engine hummed beneath my hands, but I didn’t turn toward the pack house.Not yet.My fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel as I drove past the familiar turn that would have led me home. The road stretched forward instead, narrowing as it veered away from the structured order of Ashenhowl’s main territory and into something older… quieter.More forgotten.The dossier sat on the passenger seat beside me… still. Closed… But it didn’t feel like an ordinary object anymore. It hadn’t since the moment I touched it in Damian’s house.Even now, without looking at it, I could feel it there…Wrong. Not visibly. Not in a way I could prove yet… But wrong enough that it refused to leave my thoughts.I exhaled slowly, my gaze fixed on the road ahead. If there was one thing I had learned growing up in Ashenhowl, it was this…Not everything left a physical trace.Some things needed to be seen differently. And there was only one person I knew who could do that.The road grew roughe
~AidenThe moment I stepped into the house, the air changed.It wasn’t something obvious. Nothing loud or dramatic. Just a subtle shift… like walking into a space that had already been disturbed and carefully rearranged before your arrival.Malakai stepped aside to let me in, his hand still resting lightly on the door as if he hadn’t fully decided whether to open it or shut it again.“Prince Aiden,” he greeted, his voice controlled, but not steady enough to hide the tension beneath it.I gave a slight nod as I walked past him.“Malakai.”My tone was calm. Respectful. Nothing out of place.But my eyes moved quickly. Observant.The interior matched what I expected of someone like Elder Damian…refined, orderly, and built with quiet wealth. Polished floors stretched across a wide sitting area, decorated with carved wooden furniture and muted colors that spoke more of tradition than comfort. Shelves lined one side of the room, filled with old texts and records, while the far end opened int
~AidenThe drive felt longer than it actually was.Not because of the distance, but because of the thoughts that refused to stay still in my head.Every turn I took, every stretch of road I passed, my mind kept circling back to the same thing.The voices. The attack.The certainty that something inside Ashenhowl was broken.And now, as my car slowed down along the quiet stretch leading toward the outer residences of the council members, that certainty only grew stronger.I eased my foot off the accelerator and let the car roll forward at a slower pace.Then I saw it.His house.The house where I believed had the answers to whatever was happening in the pack, tied as secretsIt stood a short distance away from the main road, surrounded by a wide expanse of land that separated it from the neighboring properties. The building itself was large, a well-structured one-storey estate with a long, sloping roof and polished stone walls that reflected years of wealth and status. It wasn’t as gra
~AidenMy head was pounding.A dull, relentless ache that throbbed behind my eyes and spread down to my temples like something was pressing against my skull from the inside.I groaned softly and lifted a hand to rub my forehead.Bad idea.The movement only made it worse.“Damn…” I muttered under my breath.My eyes stayed shut for a few more seconds as I tried to steady my breathing. The room felt still and quiet but my mind… my mind was anything but quiet.Fragments of the previous night began slipping back in. Slowly. Uninvited.I exhaled sharply and forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me came into view first. It felt familiar.I sighed.At least I made it back here.I shifted slightly on the bed, sitting up with a quiet groan as the dull ache in my head pulsed again.Then the memories came.I saw myself walking down the corridor, calm at first. Focused. My thoughts had been on the council… on the attack… on the things that didn’t add up.The voices I had heard.The suspicion that
~NadiaThey had left.The sound of their footsteps echoed faintly through the home bar before everything went quiet again.I didn’t move.For a long moment, I simply stood where I was, staring at the empty staircase where Lucian had dragged Aiden only seconds ago.My body felt strangely stiff… like I had forgotten how to move.Aiden’s voice still rang in my ears.He’s the reason your mother is dead.The sentence repeated over and over inside my mind.The words felt wrong. Impossible.Lucian would never…My chest tightened.Slowly, I lowered myself onto one of the tall stools at the bar. I didn’t even remember deciding to sit. My body simply moved on its own. The room felt different now.Quieter.The warm golden lights that usually made the bar feel inviting now seemed too bright, too exposed. The smell of alcohol hung heavily in the air, mixed with the faint echo of the chaos that had just unfolded.Several empty glasses sat scattered across the counter.Aiden’s doing.I stared at the
~LucianI dashed into my room and slammed the door, my cock leaking uncontrollably. Fuck.I breathed. It was extremely heavy and hard, dangling under my shorts, the tip pushing through it like it wanted to burst through. I quickly locked the door and made it to the bed. I dragged my shorts down f
~NadiaI was just trying to cool off. Trying to get him off my mind.I wanted to drink to stupor. In a way that every slick between my thighs and every heat curling in my stomach gets flushed away. I was only halfway done with one bottle when Aiden came into the home bar. I'd sighed to myself. I
~LucianNadia immediately stumbled away from me but I didn't move. Aiden walked in. He found Nadia and I.“Dad, you're still here. You know how important the meeting is, right?" "Yes, Aiden. I was talking to Nadia about a few things. I'll leave soon.”He nodded. Then grabbed one of the numerous
~NadiaI stood at the window, peeping, watching him drive out of the parking lot.I couldn't even understand how I felt. Sad or happy. Sad because if he didn't leave I might just get a chance to be fucked. Or at least touched.Pftt.How's that even possible? When he's made it clear to me that he







