LOGINGrayson’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
Alpha Bran’s POV Clara stood frozen before us, her trembling eyes locked entirely on Aric. Her fingers curled tightly against the edge of the door.Why was she so terrified of him?Before I could speak again, footsteps echoed faintly from upstairs.A male voice muttered something I couldn't make out entirely. Then Grayson appeared at the top of the staircase. He was halfway down before he finally looked toward the entrance and froze.The change in his expression was immediate.His eyes widened the moment they landed on me. Then my gaze dropped lower to the sackcloth bag hanging over his shoulder. The exact same bag from the footage.A pulse of tension shot through me instantly.“Grayson,” I said, and stepped forward. “What’s in the bag?”His grip tightened around the sack. His eyes flickered briefly toward Clara before returning to me. For the first time since I had known him, he actually looked flustered.But that only lasted for a second. The next second, he composed himself, mutte
Alpha Bran's POVI stared at Aric while Bane’s accusation hung heavily in the air.Aric’s jaw tightened.For the first time since I had known him, I saw tension crack through his calm exterior. His shoulders stiffened subtly, and his eyes shifted away for half a second like he was calculating something rapidly inside his head.“How do you know that?” I asked my Beta.He dragged a hand down his face before breathing in deeply. “Fuck it,” Then he looked directly at me. “I visited them that night.”Bane’s eyes widened so much I thought they would fall out of his head.“What?” he snapped.I even was stunned by what my Beta just said.Aric quickly lifted a hand before either of us could speak further. “Hold on. I wasn’t the one who killed them.”I stared at him carefully, trying to read his face. “Then who did?” “I have no idea.”Bane looked ready to explode. “You expect us to believe that?”Aric’s eyes hardened instantly. “I said I didn’t kill them.”“Then why were you there?” I asked.H
Clara’s POV“Clara.” Grayson’s voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.I looked at him, still pressed tightly against the wall while my chest rose and fell unevenly.“What’s wrong?” he asked.I stared at him in disbelief. “What’s wrong? Are you serious right now?”His brows furrowed.“Everything is wrong, Grayson!” I burst out, my voice shaking badly. I pointed toward the table again, horrified all over again, just looking at them. “You brought the heads of dead men into my bedroom!”Grayson stayed silent. Only looking at me.I continued, nearly choking on the words. “Everything is fucking wrong, Grayson! How can you even think this was okay?”.Grayson finally spoke. “I thought you would be happy they were dead.”Happy?What was he thinking?I stared at him, unable to understand how his mind had reached that conclusion. I couldn’t even find anymore words to speak.I had known Grayson for years. Longer than almost anyone else in my life. But recently, a lot had changed rapidly ab
Clara’s POVThe smell of blood was strong in the air. My brows furrowed as consciousness slowly returned. I remained curled beneath the blankets, half asleep while trying to understand why the scent of blood was so heavy in my room.The realization pulled me awake as my eyes opened slowly. At first, everything looked normal. Morning sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, illuminating the quiet room in pale gold. Then I turned sideways and a loud scream ripped out of my throat.I scrambled backward across the bed so fast pain shot through my injured leg. My heartbeat hammered faster than usual as terror slammed into me.Three heads lined neatly across the table were staring at me. Blood stained the wood beneath them.I screamed again, stumbling off the bed in panic until my back slammed against the opposite wall.The room spun around me.Their eyes were wide open but empty.“Clara!” Grayson called as the bedroom door burst open. He rushed inside, panic written across his face.
Serafine's POVI looked up at Bran's sleeping face. He had just given me another mind-blowing orgasm. I laughed myself in my head for being reluctant and scared when he started, only to enjoy it later. Although I was scared that he would force me. He didn't. This was our second time of intimacy an
Alpha Bran’s POV No other wolf dared to come between the fight of two Alphas. They formed a circle around us as if waiting for one of us to die. It was good that I faced this situation. I would kill Jace today and then claim his territory as mine."What have you done to Saskia?" I hissed"I don't
Alpha Bran's POV I went and stood behind her, watching every drop of water flow down her body. She had the most enticing body one could think of. So this was what the Moon Goddess had in store for me? She was so short, yet had great curves.Her hips were rounded and so plump that I couldn't help
Alpha Bran’s POV“Alpha—” she gasped.I didn’t slow. I dragged her down the corridor, ignoring the startled looks from the guards and servants who wisely looked down or turned their faces away. The door to my room flew open, and I shoved her inside before slamming it shut behind us.The walls vibrat







