LOGINOsborneAfter ending the call with Hamilton, I let the phone slip from my fingers and land on the desk with a dull thud. The room felt heavier, the tension still humming in the air from the conversation. Across from me, Alex was staring, his eyes fixed on me like he was looking at a stranger. Fear flickered there, sharp and obvious.“Your eyes are going to come off if you keep staring like that,” I said dryly, breaking the silence with a joke.He swallowed and tried to smile, but his voice came out unsteady. “Well… if I said I wasn’t scared of you, then I’d be a liar. When did you become like this?”I leaned back in my chair, studying him. It’s better he knows me now, I thought. Better he understands the kind of man he’s working for.But even as I sat there, anger pulsed through me. That lunatic had gone too far. I had paid him to cripple Bella, nothing more. Maybe he thought that because I gave him money, we were suddenly allies, maybe even friends. But rape? That was never part of t
HamiltonI paced the length of the hospital corridor like a caged beast, my hands shaking as I dragged them through my hair. The image of my child on that floor, bloodied and broken, wouldn’t leave me. Her legs—twisted and mangled beyond recognition. No parent should ever have to see their child like that.I kept telling myself she was alive. That she would pull through. That even if she never walked again, she would still be here with me. I could not lose her—not my Bella. Not my jewel.She had been rushed into the emergency ward hours ago. Each passing minute felt like an eternity gnawing at my chest. I stood there, every sound amplified—the squeak of shoes on the linoleum, the soft beeping of machines, the distant murmur of nurses. My heart hammered so loudly it drowned everything else out.Finally, the door opened. The doctor emerged looking pale, his scrubs stained with sweat. He bowed slightly, but I had no patience for pleasantries.“How is my child?” I barked, my voice a mixtu
OsborneI was arranging the stack of papers on my desk when Alex walked in. He looked uneasy, his eyes darting briefly before meeting mine.“The Alpha is back,” he said, voice low. “He’s requested your presence.”I arched my brow and nodded. “And what about what I asked of you?”Alex gave a faint smile. “He’s on it.”Good. I rose from my seat, straightening my jacket before leaving the office.Father was pacing the length of the room when I entered. The weight of tension hung heavy in the air.“How did it go with him?” I asked, my voice calm but edged.He spun to face me. “There will be war, Osborne. He bit where he shouldn’t have.”I smirked faintly. That was what I wanted to hear. Words without actions are nothing but smoke without fire.“Tell me whenever you’re ready,” I said smoothly, a smile playing on my lips.He nodded once. It was final.We were going to play a little with the Waterford Pack, to remind them who we are.Later, I pushed open the door to my room and found Aina in
Bella 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







