ログインBeta Greg and Gloria stood outside, unmoving, the night breeze brushing against their tired faces. The house loomed before them…large, quiet, too close to the pack house for comfort. Greg’s gut twisted. Every instinct screamed not to set foot on this ground.He couldn’t believe Damien had brought them here—into the same estate where he lived. The same air that Alpha Alaric Miller breathed. The same man who had torn his life apart, ripped his family into pieces, and left scars that never healed.Greg’s jaw tensed. His fist tightened at his side until his nails bit into his palm. But then his gaze drifted to the little boy in Damien’s arms. Arthur. His grandson. The child’s soft curls brushed against Damien’s shoulder as he slept, his small hand clutching Damien’s shirt for warmth. The sight punched a hole straight through Greg’s anger.Gloria looked pale and drained beside him, her shoulders drooping, her steps unsteady. She needed rest. The child needed warmth. And for their sake, Gre
It was late, almost midnight when Damien finally returned to the hospital. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale from the strain. He’d spent hours searching for Amelia, combing through every corner of Red Moon Pack, but she was nowhere to be found.The engine hummed low, the silence between his breaths heavy and anxious. His eyes flicked to the backseat where Arthur’s small reflection rested in the window glass—his chest rising and falling peacefully. The boy was fast asleep, his face soft, innocent, unaware of the storm that had swallowed the adults around him.Damien exhaled slowly, guilt threading through his chest like thorns. He had picked Arthur up from school on his way back, promising himself he’d find Amelia before dawn. But now, as fatigue and dread settled deep inside him, he felt that promise slipping away.Just as he climbed out of the car, headlights flared in the distance. A black car rolled into the hospital parking lot. James stepped out.Damien
“W… what are you doing here?” Damien asked, his fists tightening, anger surging through his veins. His eyes burned with a fury he didn’t bother to hide.Aiden met his glare with calm defiance. “The same thing you’re doing here—trying to find Amelia.” His tone was steady, but his jaw flexed.Damien scoffed. “Amelia isn’t missing. She doesn’t need you to find her. She’s my fiancée, my soon-to-be wife. So stay the hell away from my family’s affairs.”Aiden’s brows rose slightly. “Damien, this is my pack. Amelia being missing is my responsibility as Alpha. And you—” his gaze hardened, “—you’re not married to her yet. Who knows? She might change her mind before that even happens.”Damien’s body stiffened, his muscles coiling like he was ready to strike.Aiden tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Your father-in-law is watching. You wouldn’t want him getting the wrong impression of you before he even gets to know you, would you?”Damien’s eyes flicked toward Beta Greg, who wa
Meanwhile, at the Miller’s mansion, Aiden was pulled out of a deep sleep by the echo of a powerful howl that shook the silence of the night. His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding against his ribs. He sat upright, blinking in confusion, trying to grasp where the sound had come from, and who could have made it.It wasn’t just any howl. It carried an energy…a dominance…that made his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin. It felt… familiar. Too familiar.Before he could process it, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, and the caller ID flashed James.“James…” he muttered and answered at once.“Aiden, Amelia’s mother is dead.. Evelyn is gone,” James said quickly, dropping the words like a stone.Aiden froze. His lips parted, and for a moment, the air refused to move through his lungs.“What?” he rasped. “How?!”He remembered how she had been unconscious when he rescued them but believed the treatments would work… He believed Amelia had everything under control. How could
The moment Cassia walked out of the ward, the world seemed to fall utterly silent. All she could hear was the frantic beating of her own heart…loud, uneven, and threatening to tear through her chest.Tears welled in her eyes as she staggered down the hallway toward her office. Every step felt heavier than the last, her limbs trembling under the weight of grief. When she reached the door, she pushed it open with shaky hands, stepped inside, and let it close behind her. Then she slid down against it until she was sitting on the floor, her back pressed to the wood.“She died from an overdose of the cure,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I killed my mother. I killed her…”The words tore out of her like broken glass. Over and over, she repeated them, each one cutting deeper than the last until the dam broke. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as her body began to tremble violently.“I killed my mother!” she whispered again, her voice raw, echoing through the small room. “I killed her!”
By the time Gloria returned with the doctor and nurses, Evenly had stopped breathing. Blood soaked through her pillow, streaking across her pale skin like cruel red vines.“Sir, ma’am, please—you need to leave the room,” one of the nurses said softly, her voice trembling as she reached for Beta Greg’s shoulder.But he slapped her hand away with a growl that made her flinch. His voice cracked through the air, raw and feral.“That’s my wife over there! I’m not leaving!”The nurse froze, her hands trembling as she backed away, fear flashing in her eyes. The air in the room thickened with grief and panic.Greg’s chest heaved as he turned toward the doctor, who was already checking Evenly’s pulse. His heart pounded violently in his ears as his lips moved soundlessly in prayer—pleading to the Moon Goddess to let it be a mistake. He raked his hands through his hair, pulling hard, his breath ragged with frustration, pain, and helpless rage.The doctor bent closer, pressing the stethoscope aga