LOGINBecca woke up feeling better than she had in days, but who could blame her. She had been in bed all day for a while and she was sore from doing absolutely nothing.She was tired of seeing the same ceiling and also having to deal with the constant smell of strong herbs.Becca laughed at herself for being trained on being a healer but had become so fed up with the smell of herbs just after being confined to this room for days since her childbirth.The first thing she noticed was the sunlight. It streamed gently through the curtains, painting warm golden patterns across the floor and making the room feel brighter than usual.The second thing she noticed was the sound of her baby. A tiny, sleepy whimper came from the crib beside her bed and Becca immediately smiled.She pushed herself upright, her eyes lighting up as she looked toward her son.“Good morning, little one” she said happily.The baby stirred again and Becca laughed softly.She felt different today, lighter, stronger, more ene
The mansion had finally fallen quiet.After an exhausting day filled with accusations, arguments, and whispers, the corridors outside Eugene's chambers had become almost completely silent. Only the faint sounds of guards changing shifts could occasionally be heard beyond the heavy doors.Inside the room, the fire had burned low and Eugene was asleep on the couch. He had refused to take the bed, just as he had promised.One of his arm rested beneath his head while the other lay loosely across his chest. His breathing was slow and even, and the exhaustion that had followed him throughout the day was evident on his face.Kaelyn, however, was nowhere near asleep. She lay on the bed with her eyes open, staring into the darkness.She had been thinking and thinking.She had come into this room believing she could get closer to Eugene. Instead, he had placed himself on the couch as though there were an invisible wall between them.Kaelyn slowly turned her head toward him. Even asleep, he look
Eugene returned to his chambers feeling more exhausted than he could remember being in a very long time.The events of the day had followed him everywhere.Eugene stopped in the middle of his room and sighed heavily. He had barely eaten.He had intended to remain in the dining hall longer, but somehow he had found himself returning to his chambers instead.He frowned as he remembered the dinner.“Why did I even bother going back there?” He wondered.He shook his head. Max hadn't been there either. That was unusual.Normally, Max would have remained close by whenever Eugene was dining, especially with everything happening in the mansion.Eugene walked toward his wardrobe.“Perhaps he's still angry.”He couldn't blame him. Earlier, Eugene had ordered Jack to take responsibility for the guards stationed around the estate.Max clearly hadn't liked the decision. Eugene had seen the look on his face.He had also seen the way Max had glared at Jack but he trusted that he would eventually und
Jack had never expected Mira to come to his room, not at this hour and certainly not with those words.“I want to spend the night with you.”The sentence kept replaying in his mind as he stood beside the door, staring at her. Mira seemed nervous too.Jack closed the door and the soft click of the lock somehow made the room feel smaller.“You're sure about this?” he asked.Mira nodded.“I am.”Jack studied her face. There was worry in her eyes and that somehow made his chest tighten.“This is the first time you've ever come to my room by this time and you suddenly want to spend the night here?” he said.Mira gave him a small smile.“I told you. I don't want to be alone tonight” she replied.Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead.“You're making me nervous” he admitted.Her eyes widened slightly.“I'm making you nervous?” She asked.“Yes” he answered.“You're the one who has been acting strangely all day” she said.“I've had a difficult day” he replied.Mira's expression softened.“I know.
Max stood outside the private chamber for a moment, his expression grim as two guards carried the dead maid inside.He had personally ordered that no one else be allowed near the body until the autopsy was completed.The maid’s death had been disturbing enough, but what bothered Max most was how little sense the entire situation made.The body had supposedly been attacked by rogues, yet something about it felt wrong.It was too convenient, too perfectly timed nd Max had learned a long time ago that when something felt too convenient inside the royal estate, it usually meant someone was hiding something.“Make sure no one enters this room without my permission,” Max instructed the guards.“Yes, Beta.”“And what about the medical practitioner?” Max asked.“He should arrive shortly” the guard answered.Max nodded.“Good.”He turned away from the chamber, his jaw tightening. He had another matter to handle and its name was Jack.Max had been suspicious of him from the moment the maid disa
Becca sat quietly beside the window, but her mind was nowhere near the beautiful evening outside.She kept thinking about Tyler, his confession, the way he had looked at her when she asked him whether he had feelings for her. And, most importantly, the way she had struggled to answer when he asked if she felt anything for him.She couldn’t get the look of disappointment in his eyes when he had come to the healer’s chambers not too long ago to try and protect him because he was worried but she didn’t let him stay.A part of her didn’t regret that decision, especially considering her title and the fact that she wouldn’t allow her pride be tarnished by words from Eugene partaining to Becca cheating on him.But another part felt horrible for making Tyler feel bad when all he wanted to do was help.Becca closed her eyes."Why can't I stop thinking about this?" She wondered out loud and she hated that she didn't have an answer.She was Eugene's mate, she had just given birth to his child an
The air in Becca’s clinic was thick with antiseptics and dread. The scent of sterile gauze and alcohol burned her nostrils, but nothing stung more than the sight of the broken body lying on the stretcher in the center of the room. The spy had been barely alive when she, Eugene and Jack found him—b
The hallway was unnaturally quiet, a hush that pressed against Kaelyn’s ears like the calm before a deadly storm. She moved slowly, each step hesitant but deliberate, her fingers grazing along the stone wall as if to anchor herself. Eugene’s duel with Desmond was maybe hours away or more. Nobody
The clang of steel echoed through the training grounds, sharp and relentless like a thunderclap that never ceased. The air was heavy with sweat, tension, and the grit of determination. The sun lined the outer rim of the sparring field, casting long flickering shadows across the two figures locked
The morning sun clung lazily to the edge of the stone courtyard, casting golden light over the pale tiles that stretched across the space like a still sea. The wind carried with it the faint scent of dew and steel—metal being sharpened in preparation, stone grinding under footfalls. Eugene stood







