LOGIN🔥 What will happen when night falls? Will Becca truly go through with it, or will her heart betray her words? And when desire and strategy collide, which will be stronger—the deal she made, or the love she refuses to admit? 👉 Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Eugene woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind, the kind that settles gently around the bones, but the wrong kind. The kind that made his instincts snap awake before his mind fully caught up.His hand moved first as he reached for the other side of the bed and then he felt it was cold.“Becca?” he murmured, pushing himself upright.The sheets were slightly rumpled, the faint scent of her still lingering, but she wasn’t there. For a brief, terrifying second, his heart lurched. Every horrible possibility rushed in at once when thought about danger, intruders, her wandering off alone until he heard different sounds that suggested otherwise. He registered a soft clatter, metal against wood and a quiet hum coming form downstairs. Eugene exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. “Of course,” he muttered.She’s cooking.Despite himself, a tired smile tugged at his lips. Only Becca would wake before dawn, after everything they had endured, after a night that had left his body aching an
Ava moved quickly through the eastern hallway, her soft slippers barely making a sound against the polished floor. Dawn had not yet broken, but the sky beyond the tall windows had begun to change.She had not slept, not properly, not with Jack on her mind.Her fingers curled anxiously around the folds of her dress as she replayed their last conversation over and over again. She remembered his calm face, his stubborn refusal to admit fear and the way he had looked at her like he was already prepared to be sacrificed if it meant protecting the servants.He was too noble and it was dangerous.She turned a corner sharply and nearly collided with him.“Jack!” she hissed, grabbing his arm instinctively.He startled, then frowned when he recognized her. “Ava? What are you doing roaming the halls this early?”She released him but didn’t step back. “I could ask you the same thing.”Jack glanced down the corridor, then back at her. His expression was tired but composed, as if he had been car
The woods were unnaturally still when Eugene finally reached the new safe house.The moon hung low and pale between tree branches, its light spilling softly across the narrow path Sax had described to him. It was a path so carefully hidden that even trained eyes would miss it unless they already knew where to look. Eugene slowed his steps instinctively, every sense alert despite the exhaustion weighing down his bones.The cabin emerged gradually from the trees. It was built low and wide, its stone base fused seamlessly with the earth, as though it had grown there rather than been constructed. A faint glow spilled from one of the windows, soft and warm against the cold blue of the forest.Guards moved at the perimeter and Eugene spotted them immediately.They were stationed near the treeline, their figures hidden by shadows, weapons held loosely but ready. They were Dorian’s men, good ones who were disciplined enough to blend into the woods rather than stand out as some would usual
Seraphina stared at the ceiling and felt nothing but resentment.The room she had been moved into was larger than her previous chambers, almost grand in its excess. It was meant to be comforting, but to Seraphina, right now it felt like a cage.She exhaled sharply and pushed herself into a seated position, silk sheets pooling around her legs. One hand moved instinctively to her stomach, her fingers placed gently over the slight swell beneath her gown.The only thing anchoring her lately. Around the room, healers murmured quietly, their voices deliberately low, pretending not to watch her every movement while watching her all the same. Their eyes followed her like shadows, tracking every shift of posture, every breath that seemed too sharp.Two maids lingered near the door, whispering to one another, their hands folded nervously in front of them as if Seraphina was something fragile instead of a woman who had endured far worse than pregnancy.“I am not ill,” Seraphina snapped sudden
Max returned to the resistance hideout long after the torches along the forest paths had been lit.Skye’s voice echoed relentlessly in his head and he clenched his jaw as he walked.Skye wasn’t the type to exaggerate. She survived in pack town by knowing exactly when danger was real and when it was only noise. That certainty in her eyes had unsettled him far more than any threat Desmond’s name carried.He slowed his steps, boots scraping faintly against the stone floor as the resistance hideout opened up into a wider chamber. Low voices carried through the space, strategizing, murmurs of anticipation, restrained excitement. Wolves moved with purpose, some sharpening blades, others poring over maps on rough tables.This was real, this was happening and Skye believed it would end in disaster.Max ran a hand through his hair beneath his hood."She’s just worried, That’s all," he told himself. "She doesn’t want me caught in the middle of this."But doubt lingered in his head.“Max.”His
Jack stood near the eastern corridor, issuing quiet but firm instructions to a small unit of guards.“I want rotations changed every two hours,” he said, his voice steady. “No more six-hour stretches. Fatigue breeds mistakes.”One of the guards nodded. “Yes, sir.”Jack turned away and as he was about to leave, he heard a sharp clatter followed by a loud gasp then the unmistakable sound of something fragile breaking.Jack turned just in time to see a maid crumple to her knees, a wooden tray slipping from her trembling hands. A glass bowl had shattered, wine spreading across the polished floor. The girl herself seemed ready to collapse with it.She looked young, too young. Her face was pale, lips slightly blue, eyes unfocused as if she had been pushing herself far beyond what her body could manage.The guards nearby stiffened, unsure whether to intervene or step back but Jack didn’t hesitate.He crossed the distance in long strides and crouched in front of her before anyone could bark







