LOGINThe chains around Eugene’s wrists rattled violently as he surged forward again, his entire body straining against the restraints.Guards rushed closer instinctively, the air itself seemed to crack under the force of his aura.Becca finally broke free, stumbling back as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her entire body shaking.Her eyes burned with rage.“You bastard!” she shouted.Desmond only smirked, satisfied, because he had done exactly what he wanted but before he could speak, Becca’s hand landed very hardly on his face and his head snapped to the other side. For a moment, the entire hall seemed to stop breathing.The echo of Becca’s slap against Desmond’s face still lingered in the air, impossible to ignore.Becca’s chest rose and fell heavily, her palm still tingling from the force of the impact. Her eyes burned with defiance while Desmond stood utterly still.His head was slightly turned from the force of the slap, his jaw clenched, a faint red mark blooming acro
The silence that followed Eugene’s outburst was suffocating. It pressed in from all sides, thick and heavy, as though the very air had grown wary of what might happen next.No one moved, no one spoke, even the music had stopped completely.All eyes were on Eugene, the Alpha in chains, who still somehow felt more powerful than the one standing free.Desmond felt the shift. He saw it in the subtle steps backward from the crowd, in the flickers of uncertainty in the visiting Alphas’ eyes, in the way even his own guards stood a little more rigid, a little more alert and most of all, he hated it.His gaze sharpened as it locked onto Eugene.A slow smile spread across his lips, but this time, it was colder.“Impressive, even now, you try to command a room that no longer belongs to you” he said again, but the amusement in his voice had dulled into something sharper. Eugene didn’t respond, he didn’t need to. That silence alone felt like defiance.Desmond exhaled softly through his nose, then
The moment Becca stepped into the grand hall, her heart shattered.Conversations had stopped and laughter had turnexd into murmurs. Every gaze was drawn toward the center of the room where Eugene was in chains.Heavy iron restraints wrapped around his wrists and ankles, glowing faintly with enchantments meant to suppress his strength but none of that dimmed the aura radiating from him.Mira was beside him, her wrists bound as well, her hair messy, her breathing uneven, but her chin was lifted high in stubborn pride despite everything.Becca’s chest tightened painfully.“Eugene…” she whispered, her voice trembling.Brian’s hand closed firmly around her arm, stopping her from taking another step forward.“Don’t, you’ll only make things worse” he muttered under his breath. Becca pulled her arm slightly, glaring at him. “Let go of me.”“No.”Her nails dug into her palm as she forced herself to look away from him and back at Eugene and that was when he saw her.Everything in him stilled.
The Alphas from neighboring packs stood in small groups, murmuring amongst themselves, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the elevated platform where the Alpha King usually presided. Servants moved swiftly between them, pouring wine, offering food, bowing their heads.Yet despite the grandeur, something was off.“Where is Alpha King Desmond?” one of the visiting Alphas asked, his voice low but edged with impatience.Another Alpha beside him chuckled lightly. “Perhaps attending to something more important than entertaining us.”“Or perhaps, reminding his prisoners who rules this land" a third added, swirling the wine in his glass.A ripple of laughter followed but the unease lingered because the longer Desmond was absent, the heavier the atmosphere became.At the far side of the hall, Seraphina stood tall, her chin slightly lifted, her expression composed, almost regal.Beside her, Ava remained quiet, her gaze scanning the room, sharp and observant while Jack stood just a few ste
For a moment, Becca couldn’t hear anything. The words echoed in her head, over and over again, drowning out every other sound in the hallway.Her chest tightened painfully, her breath catching halfway as if her lungs refused to work properly.“No…”The whisper barely left her lips.Max turned slightly toward her, his expression dark with concern.“Becca—”But she wasn’t listening anymore because her mind was already racing.A surge of emotion crashed through her all at once. Her eyes snapped toward the direction the servant had pointed, her entire body already shifting forward.“I have to go.”Brian moved just as fast and suddenly, he was standing directly in her path, blocking her completely.“No" he sajd firmly. Becca stopped abruptly, her eyes blazing.“Move.”Brian didn’t budge.“You’re not going anywhere” he said.Her hands clenched into fists as her anger flared.“Move, Brian.”“No.”Her eyes burned.“I said move!”Max stepped forward slightly, his voice low and dangerous.“You
The hallway had never felt so suffocating.The moment Alpha King Desmond stepped fully into the torchlight, it was as if the air itself shifted, charged with an invisible force that pressed down on everyone present.No one moved or spoke. Even the guards, who moments ago had been confidently holding their captives, now stood straighter, more alert, as if the mere presence of their Alpha king demanded perfection.“Eugene,” he said slowly.Eugene didn’t flinch or look away. His dark eyes burned with quiet fury as he met Desmond’s gaze head-on.“Desmond" he responded.The way he said the name carried no respect, only hatred and Desmond’s smile widened slightly.“You walked right into my home" he said.Eugene’s looked at him head on.“I didn’t come for you" he said, his voice cold.Desmond tilted his headas he let out a small laugh. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Seraphina.“My brilliant Luna” his tone softened, almost pleased.Seraphina straightened slightly, her expression shi
Becca stormed back and forth across the polished floor of her chamber, her face filled with unfiltered anger.“I swear to the Goddess, Mira,” Becca spat, her voice trembling, “if I see that snake Desmond again today, I won’t be held responsible for what I’ll do.”Seated on the edge of a chair near
The hallways of the mansion were unusually quiet, except for the faint sound of Mira’s soft footsteps. She carried a basket of laundry, the familiar weight pressing against her side as she walked toward the washroom. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of the poor maid who was about to be
The cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to Mira’s skin, bringing back bitter memories of her time here the first time.The heavy iron door clanged shut behind the guards, leaving her in suffocating darkness except for a flickering torch on the far wall. The stone walls were rough and unwelcoming,
The heavy, oppressive air inside Alpha Desmond’s chambers was thick with unspoken fury and unrelenting bitterness. The flickering glow of the fireplace cast long shadows against the walls, giving the space an almost sinister atmosphere. The heady scent of wine, cedarwood, and musk clung to the ro







