تسجيل الدخولMargaux Grey stone turrets rose high above manicured gravel paths, and men in dark uniforms stood at the intersections of the driveway, their eyes tracking the car as we passed. The scale of the grounds made the sedan feel small and out of place, like a beetle crawling across a massive stone terrace."It is a palace," Celia said, her voice quiet as she steered around a wide, circular fountain. "But you won't be in the main halls. Your work is strictly for the outer estate."The tightness that had been building in my throat began to ease. I looked away from the high, arched windows of the central building. If I was kept to the margins, there would be no formal dinners, no guests to look me in the eye, and no risk of a familiar face from Ashmere spotting me through a crowd. The fewer people who saw me, the longer I could keep the name Mara.Celia brought the car to a stop in front of a low-slung, stone-faced building set back against a row of high hedges.I opened the passenger door an
Margaux I stepped inside the hut, pulling the wooden door shut behind me. Another day of searching the forest floor had yielded little more than a handful of wild greens. This place was isolated, a crumbling shelter deep in an unfamiliar territory where nobody knew my face. I had been surviving here on whatever the bush offered, keeping to myself, but I kept my old phone line active. It was my only link to anything.On the table, the small screen showed a single missed call..it was celia She was the one who had pointed me to this forest, offering up the old hut she used to live in before she went back to Ashmere. It was because of her that I had a place to hide when the alternative was far worse.I hit the call back button and held the receiver to my ear.She picked up on the very first ring. "Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, Margaux.""I am so sorry," I said, leaning my back against the wall. "I went into the bush to see if I could find a rabbit or something els
Margot The back seat of the Mercedes was quiet, but my mind was loud.Through the tinted glass, the trees along the road blurred into a dark green wall. We were getting closer to the Lycan King’s palace, and every mile made my throat feel tighter.What would happen once we went through those gates? What if Dorian asked me about Ashmere? What if he expected me to know things only my twin sister, Margaux , would know?I only had small pieces of the truth. I did not know enough about how Margaux had lived during the last three years.I took out the phone Dorian had given me. My fingers pressed the screen as I typed a message to Lucien. I did not need to look up his number; I had memorized it years ago.I am okay. For now, I will be away on business. Do not worry. When I return, I will have investors and sponsors to help silverwood pack grow. But I need a favor. Tell me everything you can about Ashmere. The people, the daily life, the local politics. Anything I should know.Lucien replie
Margot A sharp itch hit the back of my nose, and I sneezed before I could stop myself. Dorian didn't hesitate, pulling a folded linen handkerchief from his pocket and sliding it across the wood toward me. “Thank you,” I said, keeping my head down as I pressed the cloth to my face. The linen was smooth, completely blank without any monograms. I used the small delay to steady my breathing, forcing the tension out of my jaw before I looked back up at him. “Wait… what were you asking again? If I am the one?” Dorian’s fingers locked over the edge of his phone, his thumb freezing above the dark screen. Then his shoulders dropped, and he shook his head quickly. “No, no, no. I’m not talking about that. I’m so, so sorry. I was trying to send a message to someone and I accidentally said it to you.” My lungs finally expanded, a long, quiet breath slipping past my teeth. For a split second, the whole game had felt like it was crashing down around my ears. I squeezed the handkerchief in my l
Luciens’ povThe truck engine cut out, leaving the front yard in complete shadow. I stepped onto the gravel, staring up at the unlit windows of the house. Not a single light filtered through the glass."Where is she?" I adjusted my jacket, keeping my eyes fixed on the porch. "Do you think Margot is even home?"Richard closed his door with a dull thud. "It’s past midnight, Lucian. Where else would she be?"I didn't move toward the porch right away. The stillness of the place ground at my nerves. "Every light is out, Richard. That isn't like her."He waved a hand dismissively, stepping past me. "You're reading too much into it. She’s probably asleep."I followed him up the steps, the wood creaking under our boots. Richard reached out and knocked on the wooden door, but the impact sent it swinging inward. The lock hadn't caught. We exchanged a look, the silence between us instantly sharpening, before we moved inside.The living room was stripped of life. We moved through the dark space,
Margot The car pulled up to a massive glass structure set back from the main avenue. I sat straight in my seat, staring up at the tiered stone terraces and the sleek line of vehicles parked along the curved driveway. I had never crossed the bridge into the northern district before today. This was the kind of architecture that only existed on the glossy pages of magazines the older pack girls brought back from the city. Dorian cut the engine. “We are here.” I kept my face toward the glass, tracking a group of people dressed in tailored suits walking through a set of high glass doors. Dorian shifted in his seat to look at me. “What? Why are you staring like that?” “Where is the restaurant?” I asked, keeping my tone tentative. He gave me a puzzled look. “This is the restaurant.” I turned my head slowly to meet his gaze. “What?” “I own this place,” he said, reaching for his door handle. “Come on, let’s go.” My grip tightened on the strap of the garment bag in my lap. The Lycan K
MargotDorian leaned back against the leather seat, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the steering wheel. “Sit back down. You don't have to do that.” He studied my face, his eyes searching for something behind my expression. “You shouldn't just accept an invitation because of a title. If you wan
Her name was Margaux. She was twenty-four years old. She had arrived in this town with no family, no pack affiliation, and nobody beside her. She was entirely alone in the human world.I walked back to my car and gripped the steering wheel, staring out at the small town. My wolf was quiet now, its
Two days later.The documents from the southern district packs were stacked on the left side of my desk. I was checking the financial reports when a sharp knock sounded against the wood."Sir, I'm back," Garrett's voice came through the panel.I stood up immediately. My chair scraped loudly against
DorianWeeks later, the situation had only deteriorated. The lack of control was affecting my focus, leaving a persistent fog over my daily duties that I couldn't seem to shake. In search of some kind of anchor, I drove out to the private estaThe library doors closed behind me with a heavy click.







