INICIAR SESIÓNHello everybody 😍😍
Selena.Several moments after Alec left the room, silence settled too heavily around me. Especially after Maxwell fell asleep. I stood by the door, my hand resting against the handle he had touched, while my thoughts spiraled faster than I could slow them down.Twins.Denver could never find out.The fear came instantly, sharp enough to make my stomach tighten.Not because I thought he would hurt them. That somehow felt worse.Because if Denver ever realized Alec wasn’t my only child… if he ever found out there was another boy identical to him, another child carrying his blood walking around unnoticed—He would never let us disappear again.And maybe a part of him would even believe he had the right not to.My chest tightened painfully at the thought.Before I could think myself out of it, I grabbed the hotel phone from the bedside table and called reception.The woman answered politely, but I barely heard half of what she said.“I need to change rooms,” I said quickly.“Of course, m
Denver.By the time Talia reached my room, I was already on my second drink.The whiskey burned going down, but it didn’t do a damn thing to quiet my head.Christopher’s voice still echoed through my head, repeating every word.Your acclaimed baby mama, Talia informed me herself that the boy was born human.If she really said those words to him like I was beginning to believe she had, then it only meant one thing.She wasn't Alec's mother. Just like I have suspected from the beginning. I stared at the amber liquid in my glass for a moment longer before the knock finally came.Right on time.“Come in.”The door opened slowly.Talia stepped inside carefully, her eyes moving across the room before settling on me. For a second, she hesitated near the entrance like she wasn’t sure whether she actually wanted to be there.It was the first time she had ever set foot inside my private quarters.I watched her take it in quietly.The dim lighting.The untouched fireplace.The heavy silence sit
Selena.By the time I got back to the hotel, my entire body felt numb in a way exhaustion alone couldn’t explain.I barely remembered leaving the hospital.Barely remembered the elevator ride.Everything inside me still felt trapped somewhere in that room, replaying the same words over and over until they stopped sounding real.You had two healthy boys.Alive.My hand tightened unconsciously around the keycard as I reached the hotel door.For a second, I just stood there staring at it.Then I forced myself to move.The room was quiet when I stepped inside.Too quiet.The lights near the bed were still on, casting soft gold across the room, and immediately, my eyes found Maxwell sitting stiffly on the mattress.Something about him looked wrong.Not sleepy.Not relaxed.Startled.My heartbeat picked up instantly.“Max?”He looked at me quickly, then toward the far corner of the room.Toward the curtains.Fear slid sharply through my chest.“What’s wrong?”He opened his mouth—Then closed
Denver POVBy the time I got back from the Council meeting, the irritation sitting inside me had sharpened into something dangerously close to anger.Not because they questioned me.I was used to that.Power always came with people waiting for weakness.But this?This was different.Christopher had overdone it this time.The moment I stepped into my office, I shut the door harder than I intended and loosened the collar of my shirt, trying to get rid of the pressure still sitting against my throat. It didn’t help.The Council’s words kept replaying in my head. Seven days until the rituals. The accusations were enough to make my jaw tighten again. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Jacob immediately.“Alpha.”“Office. Now.”I ended the call before he could say anything else.Jacob arrived less than five minutes later, stepping into the office with the same alert expression he always carried when he knew something had already gone wrong.“I heard about the summons,” he said car
Denver.The Council chamber went still the moment I walked in.I stood at the center of the room with every pair of eyes fixed on me, their attention heavy enough to make the chamber feel smaller.The long stone table curved around the chamber like a warning, the Alphas seated along it carrying expressions that ranged from guarded to openly disapproving.It didn't matter what I said now. They had already made up their mind. I felt it before the elder finally spoke.“There has been another accusation brought before this Council.”His voice carried evenly through the chamber, underneath it was something colder.I didn’t react immediately. I kept my expression blank, waiting.The elder’s gaze held mine.“You stand accused of falsely claiming an illegitimate heir to secure your continued reign.”The words settled heavily into the room.A few of the Alphas shifted slightly, watching me more carefully now, like they expected anger or denial or some visible fracture in control.They got non
Talia.By the time we returned to the packhouse, my mother was already moving through the room like someone being chased by a fire only she could see.“Start packing,” she snapped the second we stepped inside. “Take only what matters.”I stared at her in confusion as she yanked open drawers and started throwing clothes onto the bed with shaking hands.“What are you talking about?”“There’s no time, Talia. Just do it.”The panic in her voice made my chest tighten slightly, but irritation rose faster.Ever since we left Selena’s office, she had been acting strangely, glancing over her shoulder too often, barely speaking during the drive back. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I assumed seeing Denver in Selena’s office had unsettled her, but this felt different.I crossed my arms. “Mother.”She ignored me and reached for another drawer.“Why are we running?”“We are not running,” she snapped too quickly. “We are being careful.”“That sounds exactly like running.”She stopped abruptly
SelenaI saw them before they saw me.They were hidden in a dark corner off the west corridor, where the torchlight barely reached and the stone walls swallowed every sound. My stomach clenched before I even realized I’d stopped walking.Christopher has Joyce pressed against the wall, his mouth on
Denver.Christopher’s hand closes around her wrist before I can stop myself from noticing.It is not gentle. It is not ceremonial. It is the grip of ownership."What is happening here, Selena?" I wondered as I watched them close the distance between us.“Uncle,” Christopher says, drawing her forwar
Selena. Dinner was announced just after sunset.I had hoped the day would end quietly, that I could retreat to my room and gather myself after seeing Silas earlier, but that hope dissolved the moment a servant informed me that the family would be dining together in the private chamber.Family.The
Selena.Later that evening, I sat at the edge of my bed, fingers tracing the edge of the silk sheet, thinking about the day. The conversation.with Denver mother, Tiana cold words lingered, but none was enough to take my mind from thinking about him.About Denver. About the way his eyes lingered o







