LOGIN### RolandI sat comfortably in my armchair on the balcony, watching as Bianca and Tessa were dragged towards the execution platform.Five days in the dungeon had done little to cure Bianca’s stubborn belief that I would come to her rescue. Even now, with her hands bound behind her back and the executioner waiting, she continued to thrash wildly against the guards.“Let me go! You can’t do this to me!” she screamed. “Roland! I want to see Roland!”Her voice echoed across the courtyard.I took a slow sip of my drink, my eyes shifting to Tessa walking beside her. Unlike Bianca, the servant looked utterly exhausted. She had long since accepted her fate, moving with the quiet resignation of someone who knew her time was up.The crowd erupted into furious jeers as the two women were forced up the wooden steps of the gallows.“Traitors!”“Murderers!”“Kill them!”Their chants had barely subsided when a loud voice rang through the courtyard.“Roland! Your reign of tyranny ends tod
### TessaThe second pair of guards approached my cell.“Stand up.”I pushed myself off the floor, wincing when my knees protested.Unlike Bianca, I didn’t fight when they opened the door.I simply held out my hands.The cuffs closed around my wrists with a metallic click.“Move.”I stepped into the corridor.Bianca was still struggling between the two guards, her hair falling across her face.“Tessa!” she cried when she saw me. “Tell them to stop! Tell them they can’t do this!”I looked at her.“Bianca, please.”“What?”“Stop embarrassing yourself.”Her eyes widened.“How can you stand there so calmly?”“Because unlike you, I’ve accepted what’s happening.”“We’re not going to die!”I gave her a tired look.“Then I suppose you should ask Roland to come and prove me wrong.”She opened her mouth, but the guard pushed her forward.We began moving towards the staircase.“You’re going to regret this!” Bianca shouted at the guards. “When Roland finds out, he’ll have e
### TessaThe damp chill of the dungeon had long settled into my bones, but the physical cold was nothing compared to the suffocating dread of knowing I might never see another sunrise.Five days.I’d been locked in this miserable cell for five days, with barely enough food to keep me alive and no idea what awaited me beyond its walls.My wrists were raw from the iron restraints, my back ached from sleeping on the cold stone floor, and the dried blood staining my dress was a constant reminder of the interrogation I’d endured.I’d stopped counting the hours sometime yesterday.There was no point.We were going to die anyway.Across the narrow, torchlit corridor, Bianca seemed to have reached an entirely different conclusion.“He’s coming,” she muttered, pacing the length of her cell. “I know he’s coming.”I closed my eyes.Not again.“He’s probably just waiting for the right moment. He can’t come down here whenever he wants. He’s the Alpha, and there are things he needs to
### SincerelyThe courtyard felt smaller once Dr. Vance began speaking.He didn’t bother offering excuses or withholding details. In a low, exhausted monotone, he walked us through the mechanics of the entire fraud—from the forged ultrasound plates and fake blood work to the exact timeline of how Bianca’s non-existent pregnancy had been maintained to displace me.He admitted that Tessa had approached him on Bianca’s behalf months earlier, asking him to manipulate the medical records and create evidence that Bianca was carrying Roland’s heir. What initially seemed like a temporary arrangement had gradually developed into something far more sinister.The blood tests, the ultrasound reports, even the scheduled medical examinations had all been carefully orchestrated.There had never been a baby.He also confessed to assisting Miranda with the rogue contraband pipelines, using his authority as pack physician to disguise illegal movements under the cover of medical requisitions.It
### SincerelyI turned sharply toward Ryker, expecting to see the same shock and surprise written across his features.He didn't look surprised at all.Ryker stood with his arms folded across his broad chest, his jaw set, his dark eyes entirely unbothered by the news. He looked like a man listening to a report he had memorized hours ago.My brow furrowed as a sudden, sickening realization hit me. I stepped away from Vance and faced my husband directly.“Ryker?” I whispered, searching his face. “Did you hear what Dr. Vance just said?”Ryker looked at me, a subtle, heavy sigh escaping his chest as he realized the truth was out.“Yes, I did. But I already knew.”“You knew?” My voice pitched higher, a sharp spike of betrayal slicing through the morning air. “How could you possibly know about an execution happening in another pack?”“Do you remember the morning you were so gloomy?” he asked softly, taking a half-step closer. “The morning after Roland opened fire on the protesters,
### BiancaI paced the length of my cell, trying to think of a way out. The dungeon had only one entrance, guarded by two warriors, and the iron bars were too thick to bend.I needed someone on the outside.“How long have you been here?” I asked, turning towards Tessa.She glanced at me. “Why? Planning to ask for a tour?”“Just answer the question.”“Long enough to realise nobody is coming to save me.” She stretched her legs out. “You should probably accept that too.”I ignored her. “Have you heard anything about Vance?”Her expression changed for a moment before she scoffed. “Still holding on to that man? You really think he’ll come back for you?”“Did I ask for your opinion?”“No, but watching you make a fool of yourself is becoming entertaining.”I turned away, clenching my fists. Tessa knew nothing. Even if she did, she would never tell me.A guard appeared at the end of the corridor, carrying a tray. He stopped at my cell and pushed it through the small opening beneat







