LOGINThat one word cut through the hall like a blade. Everywhere became eerily quiet. Ian stepped forward, away from the fireplace, away from his father and his mother and Beta Michael. His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it, something that made everyone in the room go still."No one is getting punished," he said.Lindsey's smile flickered. "Ian—""No one," he repeated, his eyes sweeping the room, then locked on her, daring her to contradict him. "There is no proof that any of these servants broke into the housekeeper's room. There's no proof that anything was even stolen. A skunk got in. It caused a mess. That's the end of it."Mrs. Rose opened her mouth, perhaps to argue, perhaps to defend her investigation, but Ian’s gaze silenced her before she could speak."The only thing that's clear from this," he continued, his voice hardening, "is that the staff isn't being fed well enough. If servants feel the need to steal food, that's not a failure of their character. It's a fai
Irina pov Anikta and I walked hurriedly to the main hall, our steps quick but measured, trying not to draw attention. The corridors seemed longer than usual. News traveled fast in the castle, and Mrs. Rose outrage had clearly spread like wildfire.When we entered the hall, I saw that Mrs. Rose was already there, her face set in its usual stern lines. But there was something different about her today. She was extremely nervous. Her eyes kept darting toward the front of the room, where a small gathering of important people had assembled.Great. Just great.My heart sank as I took in the scene. The former Alpha stood near the fireplace, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Ophelia, the former Luna, sat in one of the high-backed chairs, her hands folded primly in her lap. Beta Michael lurked near the side of the room, his presence as unsettling as always.And then there was Lindsey.She stood at the center of it all, her blonde hair perfectly arranged, her riding clothes exchan
The castle was buzzing with life when we emerged, which is normal. Servants hurried past with armfuls of fresh linens, their faces a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Mrs. Rose’s room had been cordoned off with a simple rope across the doorway, and I caught glimpses of two guards standing inside, examining the space with serious expressions.My stomach dropped. Literally dropped for real. Guards. They brought in guards. This wasn't just a minor inconvenience anymore. This was an investigation.Anikta grip on my hand tightened, and she pulled me in the opposite direction, toward the kitchens. "Keep your head down," she murmured. "Don't look at them. Don't look at anything. Just walk."I did as she said. My eyes stayed fixed on the floor, on Anikta’s worn boots, on the cracks in the stone. We passed the cordoned-off room, passed the gossiping servants, passed the guards who were too busy examining the scene to notice two maids walking calmly by.When we finally reached the kitchen, A
Irina POVI dozed off not long after that, my full stomach warm and content, the questions about Ian and Mrs. Rose and the stolen food fading into the haze of sleep. I didn't know how long I had been asleep when the pounding from the door started.It was loud and insistent, the kind of knocking that meant whoever was on the other side wasn't going away. My door rattled in its frame, and for a groggy moment, I thought someone was trying to pull it off its hinges."I'm coming.” I grumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I stumbled out of bed, my legs unsteady, my hair slightly damp from the river, and I fumbled with the lock. The door swung open, and I came face to face with Anikta.Her face was pinched. Not her usual bright, mischievous expression, but something tight and worried. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her foot was tapping impatiently against the stone floor."Ani, are you so worked up?" I asked, blinking the sleep from my eyes. It wasn't like Anikta to get stressed ab
Irina's pov He stood there, tall and broad, his red eyes fixed on me with an expression I couldn't read. Curiosity, maybe. Confusion. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, like he has been running his hands through it, and he was dressed simply today, a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. He looked less intimidating like this.Then his nose twitched. His perfect, handsome nose scrunched up, and he took a step back.I had been carrying that animal around for the better part of an hour, and it’s smell was still clinging to me like a second skin. And let’s not talk about the smell coming from the basket I held in my other hand. The smell was unmistakable, undeniable, and utterly humiliating.I clutched my two baskets, one holding the skunk, the other holding my stolen food and quickly hid them behind my back, as if that would somehow make the situation less incriminating."Alpha—" I started, my voice coming out as a squeak. I tried to explain, to say somet
Irina POVMy heart kept pounding in my chest as I looked around Mrs. Rose’s room.I pulled open the doors and searched through the shelves, careful not to disturb anything too much. Old uniforms, spare linens, a box of letters tied with faded ribbon—nothing useful. I turned to her desk next, opening the small drawers one by one. Buttons, thread. A worn copy of the pack laws.Then I saw the it. Hanging on a hook by her bed, partially hidden behind a knitted shawl, was a ring of keys. Dozens of them, of all shapes and sizes, jingling softly as I lifted them from the hook.How the hell does she tell them apart?I stared at the collection, my frustration mounting. Some were old and brass, others newer and silver. Some were ornately carved, others plain and functional. I needed the store key, but which one was it?I thought back to all the times I had seen the store door unlocked. The key had been... brass. Yes, definitely brass. And it had a distinctive shape, with a rounded bow and a lo







