ログインAlpha Bran’s POVAric glanced at me after every few seconds as we moved through the path leading away from Grayson’s house. Noon was approaching. The heat from the sun had become hotter.The air was warm against my skin, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and blood that still lingered unpleasantly in my mind.Grayson was smart. He wouldn't have expected I knew the sack was hidden somewhere in his house while he brought out another to show us. He really underestimated me. Behind Aric and I, a few guards followed silently.Aric finally broke the silence. “Are we really just leaving?”I glanced sideways at him. His face was hard with frustration, his brows drawn tightly together.“What would you have done in my place?” I asked calmly.Aric scoffed. “Anything except walking away from a suspicious man carrying mysterious bags around his house.”I said nothing. The image replayed itself in my head again.Grayson descending the stairs, holding tight the sackcloth bag. The strong scen
Serafine’s POV“I think Grayson has gone crazy.”I stared at Clara, certain I had heard her wrong. Grayson? Crazy?Out of everyone I've known so far, Grayson was the last person I would describe that way. Strange sometimes? Yes. Secretive? Definitely. But crazy enough for Clara to look this terrified? I couldn’t picture it.My brows pulled together as I reached for her trembling hands. They were ice cold.“Clara, what happened?”She swallowed hard again. I could see the hesitation in her eyes like she was debating whether to tell me or not. After another second, she began to speak. The more she spoke, the more the horror inside me grew.At first, I thought she was exaggerating from panic. But as she explained waking up to the smell of blood inside her room, my stomach tightened. Then she told me about the severed heads. My face drained of color immediately.“What?” I whispered.Clara nodded weakly, tears gathering in her eyes again. “Three heads, Serafine. Sitting on the table besid
Serafine’s POVMorning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, warming the room. I woke up feeling much better.Although my mind was still a complete mess after everything that happened yesterday. I blinked slowly against the sunlight while lying still under the blankets. Then I realised the sharp pain in my ankle yesterday was missing.My brows furrowed as I pushed myself upright against the pillows before pulling the sheets away from my legs.I was shocked to find that the swelling and soreness was gone. My eyes remained at my ankle in disbelief before grabbing it with both hands, checking for any soreness. There was none.I twisted my foot cautiously more than twice and didn't feel any pain.“What the hell…” I mumbled.Yesterday I could barely stand properly. But now my legs was perfectly fine.It was all thanks to Grayson. My mind flashed back to yesterday evening. Him crouching in front of me while his hands remained around my ankle. The strange warmth I felt spreading
Clara’s POVThe front door shut behind Alpha Bran and his men. As soon as they left, there was immediate silence in the house.I remained standing where I was near the couch, unable to move properly even after they left. My heartbeat still pounded violently inside my chest from the entire confrontation.The image of the empty sackcloth bag kept replaying inside my head. I was sure Grayson disposed it's original content, but had hidden them before Bran arrived.I knew those heads were still somewhere inside this house. The thought made my skin crawl.Slowly, I lifted my eyes toward Grayson.He stood near the scattered pile of garbage Aric had emptied onto the floor earlier. His face remained unreadable while he watched the closed door. Then finally, he looked at me.And once again, that terrible confusion rose inside me. I no longer knew who the real murderer was between Grayson and the Alpha's Beta.Aside from Grayson, there was only one other person who knew what those three men tri
Grayson’s POV“She’s not happy with the gift.” I muttered the words under my breath while staring at the three severed heads on the table.Blood still dripped from the torn flesh into small crimson puddles beneath them. The smell filled the room heavily, metallic and thick.I couldn’t understand Clara. Last night in the forest, Clara had looked completely shattered while telling me what those men tried to do to her. So why did she look horrified that they were dead?Women were confusing. I sighed quietly before grabbing the bloodied sackcloth bag from the floor and stuffing the heads back inside one after another. The wet sound they made as they dropped into the bag would probably disgust Clara even more if she heard it.I tied the sack shut firmly before lifting it over my shoulder. Blood soaked through the rough fabric immediately, warm against my back.I walked toward the window instead of the door. After pushing the window open, I tossed the sack outside. It landed behind the bus
Alpha Bran’s POV Aric stepped forward immediately. “I’ll check it,”Bane moved as if to protest, but I lifted a hand, stopping him before the words could leave his mouth.“Go ahead,” I said.Aric crouched beside the sackcloth bag while the rest of us remained still. My attention drifted away from him to Clara almost immediately.She stood stiff near the doorway. Her pale fingers pressed tightly together. Her eyes weren’t on Grayson or the sack bag. But on Aric. Fear swam openly inside them.I couldn't understand why she seemed so scared of Aric. If Grayson truly murdered those three men, shouldn’t she be terrified of him instead?Yet since we arrived, her eyes had barely left Aric. “Clara,” I called suddenly.She jerked violently, like someone pulled from a nightmare. Her wide eyes snapped toward me.“Are you okay?” I asked.It was obvious my question caught her off guard. She simply stared at me silently.Then her gaze flickered instinctively toward Aric again.“Clara,” I repeated
Bran’s POVI was trapped in the chaotic world of my mind, but kept hearing Serafine reassuring me that she was there for me. That I didn't deserve the sufferings I had gone through. Her words were comforting, her touch, even more soothing and warm. It was the first time I felt so safe in someone e
Serafine's POV "Why do you want to save me?" I asked, refusing to believe him. I found it strange for a man to risk his life just to save a girl he saw as nothing more than a commodity. He was panting and looked very pale. The rumors about Bran almost killing him must be true. The man before me w
Serafine's POV Beta Aric had told me that Alpha Bran was in the hospital. My mind became numb upon hearing the news and I wanted to rush to the hospital and check upon him, but then why should I? He reminded me in every interaction we had that I was nothing and a nobody compared to his darling pr
Saskia’s POV The name Elder Larkin flashed across my phone screen as I scrolled through several posts on my Instagram handle. My stomach tightened. I straightened, schooling my face before answering. “Hello, grand uncle.”“Saskia,” he said in a rush, “Tell me the rumors I’m hearing are false.”M







