LOGINBella I sat on the bed turning over my father’s words — so he wanted Osborne taken out all along? I just cannot fathom it. But just then a maid interrupted my thoughts. “My mistress, the person you asked for is here,” she announced.“Bring her in,” I told her.The maid led a young girl inside. If anyone was going to die, it would be Aina — not Osborne. I looked the girl over. “I'll need you to go to Silver Crest pack. Did you hear your sister was hospitalized?” I asked. She bowed. “Yes, ma’am. I was told she had an accident.”I kept my face calm. “Good. Visit her and call me when you get there. There’s something I want her to do for me.” The girl lifted her head and nodded.“Don’t worry,” I added smoothly. “All your expenses will be paid. You must leave right away.”But less than five hours later the plan hit a snag. Word reached me that no one from Waterford was allowed into Silver Crest Pack. My eyes widened — my pawn couldn’t carry out my orders.“Does anyone have her contact?” I
Alpha HamiltonEverything has finally fallen apart. Today, an official letter arrived on my desk, signed by Owen himself—informing me that he would be coming here to discuss why I tried to kill his son. Not a call. Not a private word between so-called allies. A letter. Formal and cold.The message was clear: he has cut me off entirely.And yet, what infuriates me most is the arrogance. Who the hell does he think he is? That I will crawl on my knees before him? Beg for mercy? I will never do that. I’ve endured too much already, swallowed my pride for too long. Owen thinks himself above me, but he forgets I know him too well. He wants to see me squirm, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.Yes, the ties between our packs are severed. Yes, the Waterford Pack has taken a hit, and the setback gnaws at us. But we are far from finished. Even in this broken state, we stand stronger than before I clawed my way into power. I may not have achieved every ambition, but I achieved enough. Enough to
BellaThe pack is in complete disarray, and I can’t understand why. Everything has been unraveling lately, even my carefully laid plans. The man I hired—the one who was supposed to help me get rid of that fat fool—backed out of the job. Should I send one of my most trusted men instead?But no… that won’t work. How could they possibly infiltrate Silver Crest Pack with their security so tight? I paced across my room, irritation clawing at me, until an idea suddenly struck.That maid. The one still in Silver Crest Pack. Yes.“Is anyone there?” I called sharply. Within seconds, a maid rushed in. “Mistress, you called,” she said breathlessly.I smiled, moving closer to her. “Do you remember that fat maid we left behind?” I asked quickly. Her eyes went wide, and she nodded.“Yes, ma’am, I do. But when we left, she was still unconscious…” she trailed off, her voice laced with pity.“I didn’t ask you about her stupid condition,” I snapped, my eyes narrowing. “I asked if you remembered her.”S
OwenAt first I couldn’t believe it. But when he actually spoke the words, when Hamilton asked if my son was dead, the shock went beyond disbelief and dug into something raw. Why would Hamilton wish harm on my boy? He hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Nothing.It made no sense. The same man who’d grown up beside me, the one who’d once saved me from bandits, the man I called friend, how could he now plot my son’s death? The memory of past favors only made the betrayal sharper. And yet the words were there; the intent was clear.I cut off all dealings with him straightaway. Thank God I recorded the call, proof I could use when the time came to settle this properly. How dare he. Only yesterday his daughters had caused a scene at my son’s wedding; today Hamilton wanted Osborne dead, my heir.I picked up the phone and called Benson, my beta. He answered immediately. “Sir, as you said, it’s done,” he reported.“Good,” I said, hard. “No one in this world pulls a stunt like that on my son
HamiltonWalton should have called me by now. By this time, I should be hearing his voice telling me everything went as planned, that the job I gave him was finished. The magazines and news outlets should already be buzzing with the story of Osborne’s death. The entire North should be whispering about the end of Silver Crest’s heir.But nothing.Not a sound.Not a single whisper.That damn boy. That cursed bastard keeps surviving, keeps ruining what I’ve been crafting for years. How many times will he slip from my grasp? If only Osborne would just disappear, everything would finally align.Everything had been arranged—every step, every shadow, every coin, every lie. I’ve been weaving this plan for years, carefully, meticulously. My dream was to make Waterford Pack the most powerful in the North. The biggest. The strongest. The one everyone bows to. I wanted to strip the glory from Silver Crest Pack, a glory they’ve carried far too long, and transfer it to my people. To me.This wasn’t
The moment I rushed into the room, the sight that met me was enough to freeze me in place. Aina stood there, clutching the bed sheet tightly against her body, faint streaks of blood staining her skin. My mother, who had followed closely behind, gasped loudly—and that was when my eyes dropped to Walton. He was sprawled on the floor, chest heaving faintly, barely clinging to life.I moved quickly to Aina, scanning her body with frantic eyes, desperate to see if she had been harmed in any way.“I’m not hurt… he is,” she said softly, searching my gaze. But I couldn’t allow myself to believe it just yet. If there was even the slightest scratch on her, I would never forgive myself.“What happened?” I demanded.“I just came out of the shower and was about to dress when he burst in,” she explained, her voice trembling. The words tore through me—she had been vulnerable, exposed. Rage burned hot in my veins at the thought that he might have seen her like that.“Then what did you do?” I pressed,







