LOGIN🍀 What secrets will the spy reveal if he survives the damage done? Will Mira uncover Kaelyn’s true intentions before it’s too late? And how long can Becca and Eugene hold onto the fragile thread that binds them together, while darkness rises beneath their very feet? Like, comment and find out in the next chapter 🍀
The room had not recovered from the shock of his arrival.The former Head Councilor, Hadrian, stood with quiet authority, his presence grounding yet commanding, like a force that did not need to announce itself to be felt.Desmond’s jaw tightened as he adjusted his collar, his gaze sharpening as he looked at the older man.“You shouldn’t be here,” Desmond said flatly.The words carried weight, not just irritation.Hadrian did not flinch. Instead, he stepped forward slowly, his expression calm, almost unreadable.“And yet, here I am” he replied evenly, Desmond’s eyes darkened.“This is my estate. You lost the right to step foot here the moment you were removed” he said. A subtle shift passed through the room.Mira’s brows furrowed slightly, Max straightened while Becca’s gaze flicked between them, tension settling in her chest.Eugene remained still but his presence changed quietly.Hadrian clasped his hands behind his back, his posture composed.“I was not removed, I stepped down” h
The chamber of the healer was unlike the rest of the estate.The air smelled faintly of crushed herbs and burning incense, a delicate blend that settled the nerves whether one wanted it to or not.Becca sat at the edge of the table, her hands rested lightly on her lap, though her fingers occasionally tightened against the fabric of her dress, betraying the tension beneath her calm exterior.Mira stood close beside her, arms folded, her gaze moving between Becca and the healer with quiet concern.Max leaned against one of the nearby pillars, his posture casual but his eyes alert, watching everything.Eugene stood closest to Becca, his presence firm, protective, his eyes never straying too far from her as the healer worked.“I told you I’m fine,” Becca said softly, glancing up at him.Eugene didn’t look convinced.“You said that before,” he replied.“And I was right before,” she countered gently.Mira gave a small smile.“She does have a point.”Eugene exhaled through his nose, clearly
After their kiss, Mira walked away with a smile but Jack didn’t move.He stood there, his gaze fixed on the direction she had gone, a soft smile still resting on his lips. His chest rose and fell slowly, steadily, as though he was holding onto that moment, stretching and reliving it.A quiet exhale left him.“Mira.”There was something about her that cut through all the chaos, all the tension, all the uncertainty surrounding them.With her things felt simple and for a brief moment, Jack allowed himself to believe in that.“You really are pathetic.”The voice cut through his thoughts like a blade and Jack’s expression hardened instantly.He didn’t turn immediately because he knew that voice.“What do you want?” he asked, his tone flat.Slowly, he turned.Ava stood a few steps away, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, watching him with something that resembled amusement or maybe disdain or probably both.Ava tilted her head slightly.“That smile is almost embarrassing” she said, he
The corridor outside Seraphina’s chamber felt colder than usual.The tension inside that room hadn’t just been thick, it had been suffocating.She had seen Desmond angry before, many times, but this had been different.Ava exhaled quietly, pushing the unease away. Seraphina was still inside furious and if she didn’t do something to steady her, even slightly, things could spiral further.“I need to get something,” she muttered under her breath.Without wasting another second, she turned and began walking down the hallway, her steps quick. The soft flicker of light danced against the walls as she moved, her dress trailing slightly behind her.The estate was quieter now. Servants moved cautiously in the distance, their heads lowered, their voices hushed.Word had spread and everything felt like it was balancing on a knife’s edge.Ava pushed the thoughts aside as she reached the grand staircase and descended toward the lower level, her destination clear.The kitchen.If there was anywher
The silence did not break. It stretched tight and suffocating, wrapping itself around Seraphina’s throat like an invisible hand.Desmond didn’t move. He simply stood there, towering over her, his presence pressing down like a storm waiting to crush everything beneath it.Seraphina swallowed. For once words failed her and she hated that.“You’re overreacting,” she said finally, her voice steadier than she felt.Desmond didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on her then he spoke.“Am I?” he said, his words heavy with something that made her pulse stutter.Seraphina lifted her chin slightly.“Yes. I kept a piece of information from you. That doesn’t make me a traitor” she continued. Desmond’s lips curved but there was no humor in it.“Be careful,” he said.Seraphina forced a laugh.“Or what? You’ll remind me again that you’re a tyrant?” she challenged.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he stepped closer.Close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, the weight
The doors slammed shut with a force that echoed through the chamber.Seraphina stood near the center of the room, pacing back and forth, her heels striking the floor in sharp, uneven rhythms that matched the storm brewing inside her.Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, fingers curling and uncurling as if she were imagining wrapping them around someone’s throat.Becca’s face flashed in her mind and Seraphina stopped abruptly.“No,” she muttered under her breath. Ava sat nearby, perched on the edge of a velvet chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression just as dark.“I still can’t believe it. The way she spoke to you—”Ava said, her voice laced with irritation. Seraphina let out a sharp breath.“Don’t remind me.”Ava scoffed.“And Mira, that self-righteous little—” she added. “Enough.”Seraphina’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.Ava fell silent while Seraphina resumed pacing.Ava leaned forward slightly.“If Eugene wins that duel…”The senten
Max’s eyes widened, and even Mira gasped at the words that escaped Eugene’s mouth.Becca stared at Eugene, stunned. For a long moment, she didn’t speak.Then, slowly, her lips pressed into a tight, furious line. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the hall.Mira hesitate
The late evening breeze moved through the slightly open window of Alpha Eugene’s bedroom, stirring the curtains to be dancing in the air. The deepening dusk bled a soft amber light into the room, casting long shadows across the floor and the walls. Eugene stood by the carved oak armoire, his stro
Becca moved swiftly between the wounded wolves, her hands steady and precise as she applied her skills.Outwardly, she was composed and efficient. The perfect Luna healer.But Inside there was a storm in her heart.Every word Eugene had spoken earlier still echoed in her chest.She ground her teet
The morning sun broke through the heavy clouds above the Blackwood training field, its golden rays scattering across the dew-covered grass. Wolves both in human and beast form moved with calculated rhythm, training, sparring, perfecting their footwork under the sharp gazes of their betas and squad







