LOGINHe let Chase stew in the weight of his words, silently demanding an explanation, while Marcus knelt not far away, equally tense and subdued."My lord, it’s Chae’s fault! He didn’t follow my plan properly, and that’s why we ended up like this!" Marcus was quick to throw the accusation, hoping to save his own skin by shifting all the blame onto Chase. After all, it didn’t matter who took the fall; the mission had already failed.Besides, Marcus believed their master wouldn’t easily kill Chase. With his Alpha bloodline, Chase was too valuable a pawn to dispose of so quickly. But Marcus? His usefulness had long since run out.Years of failed attempts to secure the princess had reduced him to nothing more than a source of information, only for that information to fail repeatedly. And now, he had to face the bitter truth that the Luna he had never taken seriously was the real princess all along.This mission was supposed to be Marcus’s redemption, a chance to prove his worth to their master
She wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with them being mates, but she found herself letting go of some of the anger, the bitterness she once held toward him.Yet now, as they spoke about the past, the memories came flooding back. The grievances, the injustices, how Carlisle and his pack had treated her coldly and indifferently, how everyone seemed to take her for granted, she could feel that dull ache twisting in her chest again, sharp and persistent, like a knife lodged deep inside.Carlisle could sense her mood slipping, her expression turning sour, but he didn’t want to push her. He knew all too well that his cold indifference had hurt her far more deeply than any physical wound ever could.And that wasn’t the worst of it; he had defended another woman right in front of her, choosing to stand up for a fake princess while throwing cutting words at Victoria, words he could never take back.No amount of regret would rewrite what he had done. But at least now, he had finally spoken h
The marking ceremony was the werewolf equivalent of a marriage, performed publicly so their people could witness, celebrate, and acknowledge the bond. For a male to mark his partner in front of everyone wasn’t just about tradition; it was a declaration. It showed pride, commitment, and the desire for the whole pack to know who he had chosen for the rest of his life. And for someone of Carlisle’s status, an Alpha, marking Victoria publicly meant even more. It was him proclaiming his sovereignty over her, offering his protection, his love, and everything he possessed. With the pack as witnesses, they would be expected to honor and respect her the same way they treated him. So if a she-wolf was marked outside of the ceremony, it carried the same sting as a hidden marriage in the human world. Unless there were exceptional circumstances preventing the ritual from taking place, it felt as if she were being tucked away in secrecy, as though the male was ashamed of her, afraid for others t
When the nurses discovered this, Carlisle was led immediately to the operating room. Maxwell had already given about 1,300 cc of blood to Sylas, and with Sylas’s body deteriorating and the continuous bleeding, if Carlisle hadn’t arrived in time, both could have fallen into life-threatening danger.As the doctors continued the surgery, a nurse introduced Carlisle as a new blood donor. With renewed hope, the medical team intensified their efforts to save Sylas. Maxwell was given time to rest, but he was already looking pale from blood loss, while Carlisle donated over 1,200 cc of his own blood. Thanks to his timely help, Sylas was stabilized and his wounds were stitched up in time.After the surgery, Maxwell and Sylas were sent to separate recovery rooms. Carlisle, exhausted and pale from the ordeal, stumbled out and headed straight to Victoria’s room to watch over her until she woke up.The surgery took a long time. Reconnecting the severed veins was no easy task for the doctors, espec
"Baby... what am I supposed to do?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to you..."A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye as he buried his face in his palm. In that moment, all his power, all his pride, everything, crumbled, leaving only a man terrified of losing the woman he loved all over again.Just the thought of it was enough to send him spiraling. Carlisle had never feared anything in his life; nothing could shake him. But the moment he imagined their hidden enemies finally succeeding in killing Victoria, something inside him shattered.He didn’t fear his own death, not even a little. But hers? The idea alone made his entire being tremble. His insides felt hollow, shaking uncontrollably as dread lodged itself deep in his chest.Earlier, when he was racing through the forest to get her medical help, fear couldn’t touch him. All he could do was run, run as fast as his body allowed. That urgency had been his only focus, his dr
Carlisle’s eyes narrowed as he realized the source of the tension: his aura. It was seeping into the room, amplifying the nurses’ anxiety and risking mistakes that could affect Victoria. He forced it down, pressing control over the storm inside him, and spoke lowly to Roque."Roque... calm down. If we lose control now, we’ll make things worse for Victoria. The nurses need to do their job, and we need them to focus. If you want to stay close to our mate, stay, but calm yourself."At his words, Roque stiffened for a moment, then let out a soft whimper before curling into itself, burying its face in its legs."I’m just angry because of what happened to our mate. That bastard, I should’ve killed him back then..." Roque whimpered.Carlisle softened his voice. "I know, buddy. I know. But getting angry won’t help right now. It’s not too late to deal with him later, quietly, without a trace. For now, we calm down and watch over our mate, okay?"He drew a slow breath, forcing the oppressive au
Victoria's POV Raquel didn't need to complete her statement. The unspoken words hung in the air, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. Speculation spread like wildfire through the hall. What Raquel truly wanted was for everyone to believe that, as Carlisle’s curren
Tori’s POV It was as though they were making no effort to hide their actions, openly flaunting their connection in front of everyone, intentionally deepening my hurt. The mockery in their voices was unmistakable, and it stung sharply in the silence that followed. Carlisle's subordinates seemed
Tori’s POV Hearing it straight from his mouth, I felt my world crash down, but I couldn't even let out a whimper as pain consumed my body. After being away from each other for a long time, our mate bond was weaker, but even then, I could still feel the pain in my heart as a lone tear fell from my
Tori’s POV "Luna! Luna Victoria! We've just received a report from the frontlines. The war is over!!!" Gamma Sylas's heavy footsteps rang through the hallway as he hurried toward my office, where I was buried in the grain production report from our farm. His excited voice echoed from down the hal







