로그인DESDEMONAThe silence after Diane’s burial followed me back to the pack house.I have been visiting there more often, just to stare at her grave. I blamed myself countless times, wanting to go back and stop it all from happening.Beta Theodore words clung to my skin, heavy and cold, seeping into my bones. He has come to me again, but to warn me to stay away.He wanted to protect his pack and I failed to protect someone that had always cared about me.I still remember him saying Diane is not innocent. I know Beta Theodore all words matter and it has a meaning to it. I kept on wondering what he meant by that.Wolves bowed as I passed, their eyes filled with something I couldn’t name, pity, fear, reverence. I didn’t acknowledge any of it. I kept my head down and my steps steady.I don't want this, not their pity or fear, all my life I have always been treated like garbage. A useless child you my parents. Cursed child to my village.Inside, the halls were quieter than usual. Too quiet.I
ALARICI stood by the door and noticed something was wrong.Desdemona did not look at me when I entered the room.She sat by the tall window, the gray morning light spilling across her pale face, her hands folded neatly in her lap as if she had been placed there by someone else. No chains. No guards. No fear trembling through her body.Her gaze stared into the empty space, looking at everything else except for me. As if she is deliberately ignoring my present.That unsettled me more than her screams ever had.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, alert. The bond between us, once sharp and screaming, felt… muted. Not broken, but thinner. Like a thread stretched too far without snapping.“Desdemona,” I said quietly.She turned her head then, slowly, as if my presence required thought before acknowledgment. Her eyes met mine, and for the first time since Diane’s death, there was no accusation in them.No grief either.“Yes, my Alpha?” she replied.The words were polite, controlled a
DESDEMONALord Kieran’s arms were steady around me, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t cling either. I stayed there, frozen, my face pressed against his chest while my body slowly forgot how to feel safe anywhere else. His scent was unfamiliar, not Alpha, not pack, not possession. Just… human. Quiet. Gentle in a way that felt almost wrong.His hand rested at my back, not possessive, not demanding—just there, as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would finally fall apart. I stared past his shoulder at the dark window, at my reflection that no longer looked like me. My eyes were hollow. My face is thinner. The girl staring back looked like someone already halfway gone.I wondered how nice it would be if Diane were still here.The thought crushed me.My chest tightened, and I pressed my head deeper into his shoulder, breathing him in, not because I wanted him, but because I didn’t want to be alone inside my own head.I had almost killed myself.The realization came quietly, without drama.
ALARICI watched Desdemona break, slowly. Piece by piece.I felt her pain like it was branded into my bones, into my wolf’s chest. Every time she stared into nothing, every time she sat too still, every time her eyes lost that spark she once carried, it felt like punishment carved directly for me.I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her she was safe, that no one would ever touch her again.But I realized something bitter.Everything happening to her was because of me.So I stayed where I belonged–in the shadows.I protected her from a distance, appearing only when it was necessary. When danger circled too close. When the pack grew restless. When whispers became sharp enough to cut.Still, I watched quietly from the corner of her suffering.“Alpha, you need to stop this before it gets out of hand.”Beta Theodore’s voice cut into my thoughts as he entered my office without waiting to be announced.I didn’t turn immediately. My gaze stayed on the wind
DESDEMONA“Alaric,” I called, my voice barely above a whisper.He leaned in. “What is it?” he asked.I pulled him closer, resting my head against his chest. I didn’t know what came over me. For no clear reason, I felt comfort in his embrace, dangerous, unwanted comfort.Silence. His hand stroked my back gently. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t tighten his grip either. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he held me too firmly.…..When I opened my eyes, he was gone.I sat up on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. The room felt empty in a way that screamed. Tears fell before I could even think about stopping them. Before I could even think about Diane.She died because of me, and I was still here. Breathing. Living.My chest tightened violently, the air refusing to enter my lungs. I gasped, my breaths shallow and uneven, my chest rising and falling too fast. I pressed my hand against it, trying to ground myself.Breathe.Just breathe.The doo
DESDEMONAI held Diane in my arms, trembling. My voice cracked as I teared up. I almost forgot how to breathe; my chest tightened.All of this happened because of me. I should have stayed. I should not have run away.I held tightly onto her cold body. Alpha Alaric stared at me, his lips pinned together. He didn’t say a word or console me.He stayed with me, but I wanted him gone forever. He had always wanted this. He treated me like trash. I was hated by his court. His wolves hated me. And Beta Theodore planned all this.I glanced at Beta Theodore, but his eyes were as cold as ever, unbothered. His lips moved slightly.Did he just smile at my pain?He is a beast.“Desdemona, we need to go back before they attack again,” Alpha Alaric’s voice cut into the cold air. I saw his care, but I didn’t care about getting killed right now. The only person who had ever liked me for who I am was killed in cold blood just to protect me.No response. I sat there calmly. Tears vanished from my eyes.“







