MasukThe corridors of the Blackwood mansion were unusually quiet. Most of the chaos from the previous night had finally settled. Servants moved carefully through the hallways and guards remained stationed at their posts.The atmosphere still carried traces of tension, but compared to yesterday, it was manageable.Eugene walked alone through one of the eastern corridors. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression thoughtful and his mind was absolutely exhausted.The last twenty-four hours felt like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.Kaelyn's child, the DNA results, Becca leaving the mansion, the rogue attack, Becca almost dying, the mysterious wolf named Tyler and now Desmond.Eugene exhaled heavily. Things hadn't been this stressful last time he was Alpha King. He had spent the entire morning chasing leads about the rogue leader, scanning every report, every sighting, every rumor and somehow, he still felt no closer to finding the bastard responsible.The memory of Becca b
The healer's chambers gradually grew quiet again after Kaelyn and Ava left but the tension lingered.Becca stood near the bed with her arms folded tightly across her chest, still staring at the closed door through which Kaelyn had disappeared.Her jaw remained clenched, her breathing uneven. The argument had ended, but the emotions hadn't.Mira remained beside her, patient as always. Tyler stood nearby, his broad frame leaning against the wall while he watched the situation with visible confusion.He had witnessed plenty of strange things since arriving at the Blackwood Pack but whatever was happening between Becca, Eugene, and Kaelyn clearly ran far deeper than he understood.Finally, after several minutes of silence, Mira sighed."Are you done glaring at the door?" She asked but Becca didn't answer.Tyler almost smiled."She's definitely still angry" he said.That finally earned him a reaction as Becca looked at him."I am not" she replied. Tyler raised a brow."Really?""Yes."Mir
The study felt strangely empty after the commander departed.The heavy wooden door closed behind him with a solid thud, leaving only Eugene, Max, and Jack inside the room.Maps remained scattered across the desk, reports lay open with several locations that had already been circled in red ink.Yet Eugene's attention wasn't on any of them. His gaze lingered on the doorway where Desmond had disappeared moments ago and a frown settled on his face.Something felt wrong.Desmond had always been dangerous, always calculating. Even as children, Eugene had learned that every action from his half-brother carried a purpose or a hidden meaning and now Desmond had suddenly volunteered information about the rogues.That alone made Eugene very suspicious and he had become wary.Max broke the silence first."I don't trust him" he said.Eugene wasn't surprised. Max hadn't trusted Desmond for years, even before the numerous battles that had happened between them.Jack folded his arms."Neither do I" h
Becca's angry glare remained fixed entirely on Kaelyn.The baby in her arms shifted slightly, making a small sound that briefly broke the tension but not nearly enough.Becca slowly folded her arms across her chest."Excuse me?"Her voice was dangerously calm.Kaelyn blinked."I didn't mean—" she started but Becca stopped her."Stop giving Eugene a hard time?" Becca repeated.Mira immediately sighed.Oh no.The healer pinched the bridge of her nose while Tyler simply watched in confusion.Kaelyn shifted uncomfortably."I was only saying—""You were telling me how I should react" Becca cut her off sharply.Kaelyn frowned."That's not what I meant" she said."It sounded exactly like that" Becca retorted. The room grew increasingly tense then Mira immediately stepped forward."Becca."But Becca barely heard her. Days of hurt, betrayal, fear, and anger suddenly came rushing back.Kaelyn looked increasingly uncomfortable."I wasn't trying to upset you" she said softly. Becca laughed once
The servants' quarters were unusually busy that morning. Maidservants hurried from room to room carrying baskets of laundry.Others scrubbed floors, polished furniture, or prepared linens for the guest chambers.The entire area buzzed with activity and at the center of it all stood a very unhappy Greta.A broom rested in her hands as she aggressively swept the floor with far more force than necessary.Dust scattered across the wooden boards and a nearby maid jumped back."Greta!""What?" Greta snapped.The younger maid frowned."You almost hit my feet" she said.Greta rolled her eyes."Then move your feet" she replied fiercely. The girl looked offended as Greta immediately resumed sweeping.The younger maid muttered something under her breath before walking away but Greta ignored her.The truth was that her mood had been terrible ever since Mira reclaimed authority over the household staff.Once upon a time, Greta had been head maid, important, respected and feared by some.Now she w
Becca hated feeling weak. She had spent most of the night unconscious, trapped between darkness and pain while everyone around her fought to keep her and her unborn child alive.Now morning had fully settled over the Blackwood mansion, and golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the healer's chambers.The warmth should have been comforting. Instead, it made her restless. She was tired of lying in bed, tired of being treated like glass and most of all, tired of feeling helpless.Slowly, Becca pushed the blankets aside. Immediately, Tyler looked up from where he sat near the window."I don't think that's okay" he said.Becca blinked."Really?""No" he said.The answer came far too quickly.The healer, who was sorting herbs nearby, looked over her shoulder."I agree with him" she said.Becca sighed dramatically."Nobody asked either of you" she replied. Tyler folded his arms."You almost died yesterday" he reminded her."I didn't" Becca countered. "You almost did" he said
The Moon Council demanded to enter the throne room and they had authority even Desmond couldn’t simply ignore, not without consequences.Jack stepped forward. “Alpha,” he said quietly, “we should at least hear them out. It would show strength.”Desmond glanced over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming
Laughter moved through the grand dining hall. At the head of the table sat Desmond, his eyes, cold and unreadable, reflected the fire from the massive hearth at the far end of the hall.To his right sat Seraphina, dressed in an elegant red gown that hugged her growing curves. Her hand rested light
Desmond stood in his chambers, bare-chested, the weight of his new crown resting on the table beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the polished glass of the window.“It feels good,” he murmured. “Better than I ever imagined.”From across the room, Seraphina laug
Eugene could feel his heart hammering in his temples as he steadied his claws, his breaths uneven. Becca was beside him, panting, her chest rising and falling as she watched the chaos unfolding. Max stood not too far from Eugene, his wolf eyes burning with determination, and Mira crouched low beh







