LOGINSeveral glowing golden eyes stared from the darkness beyond the garden.
Alexander’s grip on Sylvie’s wrist tightened slightly.
“We need to leave,” he repeated quietly.
Sylvie frowned. “Alexander, you’re scaring me.”
He leaned closer, his voice low.
“You should be scared.”
Before she could ask another question, the garden lights flickered.
A strange tension filled the air.
Then suddenly—
The shadows moved.
Several men stepped out from the darkness near the trees.
They looked human.
But their eyes were wrong.
Too bright.
Too wild.
Alexander’s expression turned cold.
Rogues.
Sylvie felt something strange stir inside her chest again.
The same warmth she had felt before.
“What’s happening?” she whispered.
Alexander stepped in front of her protectively.
“Stay behind me.”
One of the men stepped forward and laughed.
“Well, well.”
His voice sounded rough.
“The great Alpha Knight.”
The room grew silent as several guests slowly noticed the situation near the garden doors.
Vanessa immediately moved closer, curious.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
Daniel frowned. “Something doesn’t look right.”
The rogue man looked directly at Sylvie.
“There she is.”
Alexander’s voice dropped dangerously.
“You’re not welcome here.”
The rogue smirked.
“We’re not here for you.”
His glowing eyes focused on Sylvie again.
“We’re here for her.”
Gasps spread through the crowd.
Sylvie felt her heart pound.
“Me?”
Alexander’s wolf growled inside him.
Mine.
His voice became icy.
“No one touches her.”
The rogue laughed.
“You think you can stop us?”
Alexander’s silver eyes flashed.
“Yes.”
The tension exploded instantly.
Several guests began panicking.
“Call security!”
“What is happening?!”
The rogues suddenly rushed forward—
But before they could reach Sylvie, several men in black suits appeared from the shadows.
Alexander’s guards.
The fight was quick.
Brutal.
Within minutes, the rogues were dragged away by security.
The mansion slowly became quiet again.
Guests whispered nervously.
Sylvie looked at Alexander.
“What was that?”
Alexander studied her carefully.
“Trouble.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
Before he could answer—
Vanessa suddenly spoke loudly.
“Well, this is interesting.”
Everyone turned toward her.
Vanessa crossed her arms with a smirk.
“First you slap me in front of everyone.”
She pointed at Sylvie.
“And now strange men show up looking for you.”
Her voice grew sharper.
“What exactly have you been doing lately, Sylvie?”
Several guests began whispering again.
Margaret stepped forward with a worried expression.
“This is becoming embarrassing.”
Sylvie’s father sighed heavily.
“This family has already suffered enough humiliation tonight.”
Sylvie felt anger rising again.
“So now this is my fault?”
Vanessa laughed mockingly.
“Oh please.”
She walked closer.
“First rich men… now dangerous strangers.”
She tilted her head.
“You really are talented at attracting attention.”
Sylvie clenched her fists.
“That’s enough.”
But Vanessa didn’t stop.
“Maybe those men came because they paid you.”
Gasps spread through the room again.
Daniel looked uncomfortable but didn’t defend Sylvie.
Alexander slowly stepped forward.
The room immediately grew quiet.
His silver eyes locked on Vanessa.
“Choose your next words carefully.”
Vanessa swallowed but forced a smile.
“I’m just telling the truth.”
Alexander’s voice turned colder.
“You’ve said that several times tonight.”
Vanessa lifted her chin.
“And?”
Alexander took another step closer.
“And you still haven’t proven it.”
Vanessa’s confidence began to fade.
Her grandmother suddenly spoke again.
“That girl has said enough lies for one evening.”
Vanessa spun toward her.
“Grandma!”
Her grandmother’s voice was calm but firm.
“Sylvie is the only one in this family who still knows how to behave with dignity.”
Vanessa’s face turned red.
“That’s not true!”
Sylvie watched silently.
Vanessa pointed at her again.
“She slapped me!”
Sylvie raised an eyebrow.
“You deserved it.”
Several guests tried to hide their laughter.
Vanessa trembled with anger.
“You think this is over?”
Sylvie stepped closer.
“What exactly do you plan to do?”
Vanessa’s eyes burned with hatred.
“You stole everything from me tonight.”
Sylvie blinked.
“Everything?”
Vanessa pointed toward Alexander.
“Him.”
The room became quiet again.
Sylvie looked surprised.
“Are you serious?”
Vanessa leaned closer.
“You think I don’t see it?”
Her voice became venomous.
“The way he looks at you.”
She laughed bitterly.
“But it won’t last.”
Alexander’s eyes darkened.
Vanessa straightened proudly.
“Men like him don’t marry girls like you.”
Sylvie crossed her arms.
“And girls like you do?”
Vanessa smiled slowly.
“Yes.”
Her voice dropped.
“Because I know how to get what I want.”
Margaret placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
But Vanessa wasn’t finished.
She looked directly at Sylvie.
“You should enjoy this attention while it lasts.”
Her smile became colder.
“Because I promise you something.”
Sylvie remained calm.
“What?”
Vanessa whispered,
“I will destroy you.”
The words hung in the air.
Alexander suddenly spoke.
“That would be a mistake.”
Vanessa turned toward him.
“You’re protecting her now.”
Alexander didn’t deny it.
“Yes.”
Vanessa laughed again.
“Let’s see how long that lasts.”
She turned and walked away.
Margaret followed her quickly.
Daniel hesitated before leaving as well.
The party slowly began to settle again.
Sylvie sighed heavily.
“What a disaster.”
Alexander looked at her quietly.
“You handled it well.”
Sylvie looked at him.
“Did I?”
Alexander nodded.
“Yes.”
Sylvie rubbed her temple.
“My family is exhausting.”
Alexander smiled faintly.
“That’s one word for it.”
Sylvie glanced toward the door where Vanessa had left.
“She won’t stop.”
Alexander’s expression hardened slightly.
“I know.”
Sylvie looked at him curiously.
“You seem very calm about that.”
Alexander leaned closer.
His voice dropped softly.
“Because if she tries anything…”
His silver eyes glowed faintly.
“She won’t like the consequences.”
Sylvie stared at him.
“You’re very protective.”
Alexander didn’t look away.
“You’re my mate.”
Sylvie groaned softly.
“We’re still having that conversation?”
Alexander smiled slightly.
“Yes.”
Sylvie shook her head.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Alexander looked at her quietly.
“Maybe.”
Then he added softly—
“But you’re starting to believe me.”
Sylvie froze slightly.
Because deep down…
A small part of her really was.
And somewhere upstairs in the mansion—
Vanessa stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.
Her cheek still burned from the slap.
Her eyes slowly filled with rage.
“Sylvie,” she whispered.
“You think tonight was your victory.”
Her lips curled into a dark smile.
“But this is only the beginning.”
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
A rough voice answered.
“Yes?”
Vanessa’s voice turned cold.
“I have a job for you.”
There was a pause.
“What kind of job?”
Vanessa’s smile widened.
“Someone needs to disappear.”
Silence filled the line.
Then the man asked quietly,
“Who?”
Vanessa’s eyes darkened.
“Sylvie Hart.”
And far below the mansion…
In the quiet garden…
Two glowing eyes were still watching the house.
Waiting.
The forest didn’t go quiet all at once.It faded.Slowly.Like something was pulling the sound out of it.Sylvie noticed it first.“…Do you hear that?” she asked.Alexander didn’t answer immediately.Because he already did.Nothing.No wind.No birds.No movement.“…We’re not alone,” she said quietly.Alexander stepped forward, his body already shifting into readiness.“I know.”His voice was low.Controlled.But dangerous.His gaze swept the trees.Waiting.Tracking.“You’ve been watching long enough,” he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the silence.For a moment—Nothing happened.Then—A voice answered.“Not long enough.”It came from everywhere.And nowhere.Sylvie’s chest tightened.That voice—Wasn’t just confident.It was certain.A figure stepped out from the trees.Slow.Deliberate.Like he had all the time in the world.Tall.Broad.Scars cut across his arms and neck like marks of survival rather than weakness.And his presence—It pressed down on the air itself.Sylvi
The temple had always felt different.Not safer.Not warmer.Just… separate.Like it existed outside the rest of the world—untouched by war, by noise, by everything Sylvie thought she understood.But today—It felt heavier.Like the walls themselves were watching her.Sylvie stepped inside slowly, her boots echoing faintly against the stone floor. The air was thick with incense, curling in slow spirals that blurred the edges of the room.At the center, the old priestess sat waiting.Not surprised.Not startled.Just… waiting.“You’ve been hiding something from me,” Sylvie said, not bothering with greetings.Her voice didn’t shake.But her chest did.The priestess exhaled softly, like she had been holding that breath for a long time.“…I was waiting.”Sylvie crossed her arms.“For what?”The priestess lifted her gaze, studying her carefully.“For you to stop asking questions you weren’t ready to hear the answers to.”Sylvie let out a humorless laugh.“That’s convenient.”“It’s necessar
Training started the next morning.No delays.No excuses.The sun hadn’t fully risen when Sylvie stepped onto the training grounds. A thin layer of mist still clung to the earth, and the air was cold enough to sting her lungs with every breath.Her body ached.Every muscle protested.Her shoulders were sore from blocking. Her legs still felt heavy from the night before.But she didn’t stop.She didn’t even slow down.“Again,” she said.The warrior across from her—broad-shouldered, experienced, already slightly out of breath—hesitated.“…You just finished three rounds,” he said, lowering his guard slightly.Sylvie rolled her shoulders, ignoring the sharp pull of soreness.“Then this is the fourth.”He stared at her for a second, like he was trying to decide if she was serious.She didn’t break eye contact.“…You’re going to collapse,” he warned.“Not before I hit you,” she shot back.A few of the warriors nearby let out quiet chuckles.The tension broke—just slightly.The warrior sighe
The declaration didn’t scare the rogues.It provoked them.The attack came before the sun fully rose.A sharp horn shattered the quiet of the territory—urgent, violent, unmistakable.Sylvie’s head snapped up from the map spread across the table.“They attacked again?” she asked, her fingers tightening around the edge, knuckles paling.Alexander didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were already on the map, scanning, calculating.Then—“Yes.”His voice was calm.Too calm.“Three points this time,” he continued, marking them quickly. “North ridge. East perimeter. And—”A guard burst through the doors before he could finish.“Alpha! West side breach!”Sylvie’s heart dropped.“That’s four.”Alexander’s jaw tightened.“Coordinated,” he said.Sylvie shook her head slowly. “That’s not random anymore.”“It never was,” he replied.Another horn echoed outside.Closer this time.Too close.Alexander turned sharply toward the door.“Stay here.”“No,” Sylvie snapped immediately.His gaze cut back to
The silence after the battle didn’t last.It never did.It crept in for a moment—fragile, temporary, before breaking apart into whispers that spread faster than fire.“She used silver flames…”“She drove them back alone…”“That wasn’t normal…”Sylvie stood at the center of it all.Hearing everything.Understanding nothing.Her fingers curled tightly at her sides as she paced inside the council hall, the echoes of those voices clinging to her skin like something she couldn’t shake off.“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.The words felt weak.Useless.Alexander leaned against the long wooden table, arms crossed, his presence steady—but far from relaxed. His gaze never left her, sharp and assessing, as if trying to read something she didn’t even understand herself.“You didn’t lose control,” he said calmly.Sylvie stopped pacing.Slowly, she turned to face him.“I almost did.”“No,” he corrected, his tone quiet but firm. “You adapted.”She
The attack came at dusk.No warning.No hesitation.Just chaos.The sky was still dim with fading light when the first alarm tore through the territory—Sharp.Urgent.Relentless.A deep horn echoed across the grounds, followed by the frantic shouts of guards.“Intruders!”“Perimeter breach—north side!”“Too many—!”The alarms rang too late.Rogues breached the outer perimeter—Fast.Coordinated.Aggressive.Not like before.Not testing.Not probing.This time—They came to break through.Sylvie stepped out into the clearing, her pulse already rising, her instincts screaming before she even saw them.And then—She froze.There were too many.Far more than before.Dozens.Moving through the tree line like shadows come alive—eyes glowing, bodies low, shifting between human and wolf form with practiced precision.“They’re not testing anymore…” she whispered.Her voice felt distant.“They’re attacking.”Alexander stepped beside her instantly, his presence like a wall—solid, unyielding, da
That night—The air inside the pack territory felt different.Heavier.Charged.Not with danger this time—But with something far more complicated.Something neither of them could ignore anymore.Sylvie felt it before she even stepped inside.That strange tension again.Subtle—But constant.Like a
The mansion was quiet.Too quiet.Sylvie slowly opened her eyes.For a moment she didn’t know where she was.The ceiling above her was high and elegant, decorated with soft golden lights that glowed faintly
Morning came—But not gently.Not quietly.Not safely.The sky had lightened, but the air still carried the weight of the night before. The attack never truly arrived… and somehow, that made everything worse.No bloodshed.No battle.Only shadows.Only presence.Only the suffocating certainty—That
Two days after her grandmother’s birthday party, the rumors had already spread across the city.Sylvie noticed it the moment she walked into the business charity gala that evening.People were whispering.Some stared at her with curiosity.Others with envy.She sighed quietly.“Great… it started al







