Mag-log inMauriceThings seem to be getting better as the days go by. The pack is more stable now, calmer than before, and at least I no longer have to deal with the constant complaints and nagging from both the people and my subordinates.Investors have started swinging in from left and right again. Here in Waterford Pack, we have everything it takes to rise, if only things were managed properly. Those investors knew that too, but they cut ties with us after Silver Crest Pack did. And anyone who knows this region knows Silver Crest controls the North, a pack known as “The Power of the North”.I was reviewing some documents when suddenly my nose caught a whiff of something in the air—faint at first, but sharp enough to make me stop mid-step. My brows furrowed. That scent… it was unlike anything I had ever smelled before. Sweet, warm, and dangerously intoxicating.I arose, my feet moving, instinctively letting my senses guide me as I followed the scent down the hall. My heartbeat picked up witho
AlexNothing feels the same anymore. Everything around me feels heavy, wrong—like I’m slowly sinking and no one even notices. I’m completely drained, from home to work, trapped in a cycle that leaves no room to breathe. Every day, I wear that same fake smile, pretending I’m fine while something inside me is tearing apart.Miranda won’t stop her endless nagging. She lives for the attention, for the fancy dresses and jewels, for the way people look at her when she flaunts herself as the Beta’s wife. She loves the show, the status—but I’m tired. I’m tired of watching her spend money lasvishly all just to prove a point, tired of pretending our marriage is perfect when it’s nothing but smoke and mirrors.And then there’s the one thing that eats at me most—no child. Not one. My father never lets me forget it either. Every visit, every phone call turns into the same bitter reminder. “You’ve been married this long, Alex, and still no heir walks your home.”His words ring in my head long after
DylanI knew she’d fall for my little trick. I knew she’d try to run the moment she saw the slightest gap in my watch. That’s who she is, stubborn, defiant, foolishly brave. I expected her to make a move, but what I didn’t expect was that one second out of my sight, she’d get herself into trouble this bad.I’ll give her that, she’s smart, maybe even strong—but she better be strong enough to survive this.Now, as she lies limp in my arms, barely breathing, I can feel her pulse faint beneath my fingertips. My breath comes shallow, uneven. I hate this, hate how this bond twists me, makes me care when I shouldn’t. This bond that ties me to her—this monster.Blood streaked down her pale face, mixing with dirt. I wiped it gently, even though my hands were trembling. My jaw clenched tight as I pulled her closer against my chest, trying to ignore how cold her body felt.“Sir, the car is here,” one of the men announced, his voice breaking through the ringing in my ears.I didn’t respond. I jus
I started looking around for someone else to ask when suddenly three men surrounded me, forcing me to move back a little until one of them grabbed hold of my wheelchair.“Well, well,” one of them said with a smirk, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone this late?”Their clothes were rough, their faces worse, and I could tell right away they weren’t the kind of men I wanted trouble with.“Oh, wait,” another one said, pointing directly at me, his eyes narrowing. “I think I’ve seen that face before.”My stomach dropped. No—please, not now. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could open my mouth to scream, a rough hand clamped over it, muffling my voice.I glanced around desperately, hoping someone—anyone—would notice, but people just walked past as if nothing was happening.“No one’s going to help you, sweetheart,” the one behind me whispered in a tone that made my blood run cold.Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. I thought I was ready to face anyt
“Here, this dress suits the madam perfectly,” the saleswoman said, handing the gown over to the maid. “Right this way, please — you can make the payment here. Or is there anything else you’d like to see?”The maid turned to me for confirmation, and I gave a small shake of my head. She nodded politely and guided my wheelchair toward the cashier.I still wasn’t sure what the saleswoman had planned, but I knew one thing — I had to trust her and play along. It seemed she truly intended to help me, and this might be my only chance.“Um, could I borrow your guards for a moment? There’s something heavy I’d like them to move,” the saleswoman asked politely.Oh, so this was her plan.The maid turned to me for approval, and I quickly stammered, “It wouldn’t hurt to lend her a helping hand.”She nodded without suspicion. “I’ll go get them,” she said before walking off.The moment she disappeared, the saleswoman hurried closer to me, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Be ready, ma’am. This is your
I stared around the store, my eyes lingering on all the new things that had come into existence while I was shut away. Everything looked brighter, livelier—almost foreign. Yes, Dylan had brought designers to the mansion to make me feel like I still had access to the world, but it was never the same. There’s a certain life that comes with being among people, seeing the real world, not just what someone allows you to see.No matter what, I had to find a way back home. I needed to know what had happened while I was locked away in that golden prison. Dylan always controlled what I saw, what I heard, what I wore. He crafted a perfect illusion around me, one I was finally seeing through.My father never called. Not once. And Maurice, that useless coward—he didn’t even try to reach me. We were never close, but still… he could have done something. He’s always been weak, too afraid to stand against Father and me.I wondered what Father would say when he saw me again—what kind of face he would







