Irish’s POV We were still in the middle of searching for Ava, and I could feel my frustration growing with every passing minute. My mind kept racing with terrible thoughts about where she could be and what might have happened to her. I was beginning to question myself for not staying with her or even asking her to stay with us when we left for the torture room. Why hadn’t we been more careful? Why hadn’t we thought about her safety when everything in our pack was falling apart?The guilt was eating me alive. Here we were, dealing with our father’s murder, trying to find the person responsible for poisoning him, and now Ava was missing too. It felt like everything we cared about was being torn away from us piece by piece, and I couldn’t handle the thought that something terrible might have happened to her while we were busy with pack business.Steve was pacing back and forth near the main entrance, his hands running through his hair repeatedly. I could see the same worry and frustrati
Ava’s POVI woke up and realized that everywhere was completely dark. I couldn’t see anything around me, and when I tried to move, I discovered that I was tied to a chair. My hands were bound behind my back, and my legs were tied to the chair legs.I was scared when the memory of the previous night came rushing back to me. I remembered walking through the pack, feeling bored and restless. I remembered meeting Zach on the road and being happy to see a familiar face. I remembered our conversation about Vanessa and the Alpha’s death.And then I remembered Zach asking me strange questions about what I would do if I found out who killed Vanessa. I remembered him telling me it wasn’t a creepy question because it was the truth. And then I remembered th
Writer’s POVThey gave the maid who had promised to talk another chance to speak. She kept looking around the room nervously, and her eyes kept staying on Sarah, who looked very scared and was shaking.Steve screamed at her, his patience completely gone. “Talk! Tell us what you know!”The maid swallowed hard and finally began to speak. “I have no idea who killed the Alpha directly,” she said in a trembling voice. “But I followed Sarah one day and I saw something strange.”The triplets were surprised and confused. They turned to look at Sarah, who was now looking even more scared than before. Her face had gone completely white.“Explain yoursel
Staying indoors was making Ava feel restless and bored. The palace felt too quiet and heavy with sadness after the Alpha’s death. She had been sitting in her room for hours, trying to rest like Steve had suggested, but her mind kept racing with thoughts about everything that had happened.The evening air was cool when she finally decided to go for a walk around the pack territory. She needed to get out and breathe some fresh air.She decided to visit her stepmother’s house, just to check. She didn’t worth her visit, but she just wanted to confirm how she’s living. And also to let her be aware that her only daughter is among the maids receiving punishment at the pack.But when she reached the house, Ava knocked several times a
Zayne’s POVI stood in the punishment room watching all the maids cry and beg for mercy. My heart was heavy with anger and sadness. Someone had killed our father with poison, and I was going to find out who did it, no matter what it took.The guards had gathered all the maids who worked in the palace. There were about twenty of them, all looking scared and confused. Some were crying already, even before we started asking questions. Others looked angry, like they couldn’t believe they were being accused of such a terrible crime.“One of you poisoned our father,” I said, my voice loud and clear so everyone could hear. “The doctor confirmed it. Someone put poison in his food or drink.”The maids all
Zayne’s POV The pain in my chest felt like it was going to tear me apart. Sitting in our father’s room with Irish and Steve, I could barely breathe from the weight of everything that had happened. Our eyes were red and swollen from crying. We had been crying for hours, and it felt like the tears would never stop coming.Just two days ago, we were dealing with our problems back at school. Now we were here, in our pack, trying to understand how our father could be dead. The strongest man we knew, the Alpha who had protected this pack for so many years, was gone. And not from old age or sickness or even battle. Someone had murdered him.Irish was sitting on the edge of Father’s bed, his head in his hands. Steve was pacing back and forth, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. I was trying to stay calm, trying to think clearly, but the rage and grief were making it hard to focus.We had asked the pack doctor to examine Father’s body as soon as we arrived yesterday night. Th