LOGINRayna still stood frozen in the corridor, slowly adjusting the gown that had gotten dusty from her fall earlier. Reagan bent down, his hands carefully brushing the dust off the fabric, his gaze sharp yet gentle.“You … are okay?” Reagan’s voice was low, soothing, yet firm.Rayna shook her head slowly. “I-I’m fine. Just a little dirty,” she replied with a faint smile, trying to calm herself.“Sorry, I have to go,” she added, thinking about her husband.Srak!Reagan held Rayna’s arm. “You’re leaving without talking to me?”“What is there to talk about?” Rayna asked, slightly puzzled.“Anything … as long as we can sort things out a little.”Reagan watched her for a moment, making sure there were no injuries. “If you’re hurt, just tell me. I want to … help you treat your wounds.”“Ah, that’s unnecessary.”Rayna looked at him, a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment at Reagan’s behavior. “But … thank you … for helping me twice already,” she said sincerely.“No problem, I’m glad to do it
Reagan stood frozen in the middle of the corridor.He did not turn around. He showed no visible reaction. Yet the aura surrounding him shifted—pressing, heavy, making several passing servants instinctively bow lower, their steps slowing as if afraid to disturb the storm being held back.“So they’re still together?” he thought coldly.Laura’s words kept spinning in his head, refusing to fade.“Since last night.”“Still in the master bedroom.”“Not out until now.”Reagan’s jaw tightened. His breathing remained steady, but the pulse at his temple throbbed harder than usual.“Damn it,” he muttered softly, barely audible.Wild images invaded his mind mercilessly. Too close. Too intimate. Rayna in Darius’s arms. Rayna beneath that man’s gaze—a gaze she should never have received again.“Shit,” Reagan hissed, his fingers clenching tighter.“They spent the whole night… having sex.”The anger was hot. Burning. Yet Reagan forced it to stay locked behind his nearly expressionless face.From the
“Alpha … aren’t you hungry, or do you want something?” Rayna asked softly while she was still in her husband’s embrace, seeing his eyes remain closed.“Everything you want is already on the table, if you feel hungry.”Rayna lifted her head, unable to believe her husband’s sweet words.“So … Alpha has prepared everything? I thought Alpha—”“How could I ever let my Luna be hungry or thirsty?” Darius opened his eyes. “I deliberately ordered the servants to prepare our breakfast. So we don’t have to bother going to the dining table,” Darius explained.Rayna smiled, clearly happy to receive such attention from Darius.“Thank you, my love,” Rayna said as she gave Darius a brief kiss on the cheek.However, that short kiss had a tremendous effect on Darius. He stared at his wife for a long moment, as if he were seeing Rayna for the very first time.“She’s smiling sincerely at me, without fear on her face like usual,” Darius thought.After that, Darius framed Rayna’s face gently. “You’re welco
Morning light slowly slipped through the gap in the curtains of the master bedroom at Blackthorn Mansion. The golden rays fell softly onto the large bed, touching the face of a woman who was still asleep, her breathing calm and steady.Rayna blinked slowly. Her consciousness returned bit by bit—along with a familiar scent, warm and soothing. The scent of her Alpha.She did not move right away. She only opened her eyes gradually, staring at the ceiling of the room that felt different this morning. Not cold. Not oppressive like it usually was."It feels so warm," she thought happily.Rayna slowly turned her head to the side. She saw the handsome face of her husband, and for a moment, her slender fingers reached out to touch Darius’s face.Darius was there. The man began to feel his wife’s touch, but he did not open his eyes immediately."My Alpha is so handsome," Rayna thought, who truly loved her husband and never stopped admiring Darius.Her husband lay beside her, one arm loosely wra
The Blackthorn Mansion was heavily guarded that night.Yet, no security measure mattered to an Alpha of Reagan’s caliber. He moved swiftly, silently, using shadows and heights. Once inside the area, Rayna’s scent grew stronger—guiding him without hesitation.“She must be around here,” he murmured in his mind, narrowing his eyes as he caught the trail. “I hope no one hurts her tonight,” Reagan whispered to himself. “Not even Darius!” His eyes darkened as he imagined Darius harming Rayna.Soon, Reagan slid down the outer wall, avoiding cameras and guards. Using his Alpha instincts, he predicted patrol routes, moving faster than shadows, quieter than the night itself.“In that room … I can feel Luna Rayna’s scent,” Reagan said, his gaze fixed on a room whose light was still on.As he entered the main corridor, the scent became stronger. Luna Rayna was near. Right inside the room.Reagan pressed his palm against the window curtain. He peered through the dark fabric, and there he saw the s
The silence lingered for a long time inside Alpha Darius’s luxurious bedroom.Rayna remained looking down, her fingers clenched at her sides. The words she had just spoken were like a blade—not only piercing Darius, but cutting into herself as well.Darius stood frozen.For the first time that night, he was truly at a loss for words when facing his wife.“I’m sorry … I,” his voice came out hoarse when he finally spoke. His hand lifted, then fell again, as if he doubted his own right to touch the woman before him. “I never said you weren’t my Luna.”Rayna smiled faintly. A smile without light—nothing remained but pain.“But your actions have explained it well enough, Alpha,” Rayna said, meeting her husband’s gaze.Darius shook his head slowly. He stepped forward, now standing closer to Rayna.“You’re wrong, Rayna,” he said quietly.“I was just careless. Please don’t take my behavior earlier to heart,” he pleaded.Rayna looked up sharply. Her eyes glimmered—not with hope, but with fresh







