تسجيل الدخولWhat do you think would happen next? Do you think Talia would confess?
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 close
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 ca
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
Selena.The office door had barely closed behind Denver before the silence turned unbearable.Nobody moved immediately.I kept staring at the empty doorway as if I looked hard enough, he would walk back through it and tell me this was some kind of mistake.That none of this was real.But the hallway outside remained empty.The sound of their footsteps faded completely.And suddenly the room felt too small to breathe in.Beside me, Jameson dragged a hand slowly down his face.“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”The words pulled me out of my thoughts instantly.I turned toward him sharply.“What are you talking about? What was it you wanted to tell me before Denver walked in”His expression looked wrong.Not shocked.Not confused.Guilty.A cold feeling crept slowly into my stomach.Jameson avoided my eyes for a second before finally looking at me properly.“I didn’t think it would reach this point,” he said quietly.Every instinct inside me tightened.“What did you do, Jameson?”He swa
Selena.The recognition on my mother’s face had barely settled when another knock sounded against the office door.Sharp enough to cut through the silence that had wrapped itself around the room.Before anyone answered, the door opened.And Denver walked in.Everything shifted the second he stepped inside.His gaze moved slowly across the office, assessing each person standing there. Me. Jameson. My mother. Talia.Confusion flickered briefly across his expression because none of us belonged in the same room together.Not like this.His brows pulled together slightly as the door clicked shut behind him.“What’s going on?”His voice stayed calm, but there was something underneath it now. A sharpness that always appeared when he stepped into situations already carrying the scent of conflict.Nobody answered immediately.The tension from my mother’s words still clung to the room so heavily that even Denver seemed to feel it the moment he entered.My mother recovered first.Too fast.“Oh,
SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit
Selena.As we entered the car and headed toward our pack house gates, I found myself glancing back.Some small, foolish part of me still hoped they would come. That they would say goodbye. That they would choose me once, just once.I kept expecting to hear my mother call my name. I kept believing m
Selena.Just as I had the previous night, I did not sleep. I lay awake until morning, staring at the ceiling as the light slowly changed in the room. When the sun finally rose, it did not bring comfort. It only made everything feel more real.This room no longer felt like mine.The walls were the
Selena.They returned me to my room without ceremony.No apology. No explanation. Just a pair of guards walking me back through halls I knew too well, their footsteps echoing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As if I had not been locked away beneath the ground and forgotten.The door







