LOGIN🔥 Desmond’s rage now turns toward Eugene, while Becca and Mira are left to wonder what storm they may have unleashed. With loyalties crumbling and blood feuds rising, whose side will be left standing? 👉 Stay tuned for the next explosive chapter.
The mansion had become unusually quiet.Max had spent most of the morning moving from one part of the mansion to another, asking questions about the missing maid.He had started with the kitchen. It seemed like the most logical place to begin since the missing girl worked there.He stood near the long wooden table while several maids gathered around him, their expressions nervous.Max held a small notebook in one hand."Let's go over this again" he said calmly. The maids exchanged glances."When was the last time any of you saw her?" He asked, his eyes moving around the faces staring back at him.One of the younger maids raised her hand slightly."I remember seeing her yesterday before she completely disappeared" she said.Max looked at her."Where was this?""In the kitchen. She was helping the chef" she answered.Max nodded."Who else was there?" He asked, his fingers already closing his notebook.This was the same information he had gotten from the chef earlier so it was practical
Greta descended the narrow stone staircase into the dungeon with trembling hands. Every step seemed louder than it should have been.Her heart pounded against her ribs as she approached the cell where Desmond was being held.She had initially intended to find Jack but the moment she heard that Max was going around much strictly, she knew she couldn't simply wait.She needed answers and there was only one person who could give them to her.The guards immediately recognized her."Stop."Greta froze."I need to speak with Alpha Desmond" she said politely. One guard frowned."Do you have permission?"Greta swallowed."Tell him Greta is here and I have information concerning the mission" she replied.That was enough.One guard approached the cell and spoke quietly. A few moments later, Desmond's voice echoed from inside."Let her in" he ordered. The door opened and Greta hurried inside. Desmond was sitting against the stone wall, looking far too relaxed for someone imprisoned in a dungeo
Kaelyn paced across her room for what felt like the hundredth time. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor then she turned, walked toward the window and turned again.It was an endless circle with no ending, it seemed.Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her expression remained twisted with anger.She couldn't stop thinking about last night, Eugene's face, his voice, the way he had pushed her away after she kissed him. And, most of all, his words."Don't ever do that again."Kaelyn's jaw tightened."How dare he?"Ava, who was sitting near the fireplace with Kaelyn's baby in her arms, glanced up."Kaelyn...""Don't" she warned her.Ava sighed."I'm not even saying anything" she said."I know what you're going to say" she replied. "Then perhaps you should stop pacing" Ava suggested. Kaelyn stopped then she glared at her."Do you think this is funny? Because I don't."Ava gently rocked the baby."I'm simply saying that walking around like you're preparing
Greta moved through the mansion with a tray balanced carefully in both hands. Her expression was calm, or at least, she desperately hoped it looked calm.Inside, however, her thoughts were anything but peaceful. Every few steps, her mind returned to the storage room.She tried to push the memory away.Don't think about it. She couldn't afford to, not where anyone could see the slightest change in her expression.Greta adjusted her grip on the tray and continued down the corridor.A few servants passed her and she smiled politely."Good morning.""Morning, Greta."She kept walking but her heart was pounding. She had convinced herself that everything was over, the maid was gone, the evidence had been removed.Nobody knew. At least, nobody was supposed to know. Then she heard voices coming from the courtyard.Greta slowed.Two guards were standing near the fountain, speaking quietly."...still haven't found her."Greta's steps immediately stopped and her fingers tightened around the tray
The morning sunlight had barely reached the windows of Alpha King Eugene's study when he sat behind his enormous wooden desk, staring at absolutely nothing.A book lay open before him but he hadn't read a single word. A cup of tea sat untouched beside his elbow and it had gone cold.Eugene didn't care, his mind was somewhere else, back in the dungeon, back with Desmond as his mind kept on replaying the words he hadn't been able to get out of his head since he heard them. "I have proof that Jack is responsible for the death of a maid."Eugene's jaw tightened. He hated the memory of those words.Desmond had always been a manipulator, a man who could turn a harmless conversation into a trap.Eugene knew his half-brother too well. If Desmond wanted him to believe something, there was usually another reason behind it.And yet, something about the accusation refused to leave his mind.Eugene leaned back in his chair."Jack."He said the name quietly.It didn't make sense. Jack was not the
Morning arrived quietly at the mansion.Soft golden sunlight slipped through the curtains of the healer's chambers, painting thin lines of light across the floor.For several seconds after opening her eyes, Becca simply stared at the ceiling. She didn't know where she was, her body felt strangely heavy, her head felt light and her muscles ached as though she had spent the entire night fighting a battle.Then she remembered the labor, the pain and the cries of her baby.Becca slowly swallowed."Where's my baby?" She asked, her voice was weak.The healer, who had been arranging bottles of herbs on a nearby table, immediately turned around."You're awake."Becca blinked."Where is my baby?" She asked again. The healer smiled."Your son is perfectly fine."Relief washed over Becca's face then she closed her eyes for a moment."Thank the Moon Goddess" she said.The healer walked toward her bed."How are you feeling?" She asked."Lightheaded" Becca answered. "That's expected. You lost a d
The glow of the fire in Eugene’s study flickered against the walls, throwing long shadows over the furniture. Max sat back in the deep leather chair opposite Eugene’s desk, a half-filled glass of red wine between his fingers. His expression was distant, his normally sharp eyes unfocused as if sea
Becca shut the door behind her and turned to face them.Mira stood near the bed, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast. Max lingered by the doorway, posture rigid but gaze defiant. Jack leaned casually against the table, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.Becca crossed her ar
The halls were quiet, save for the faint hum of insects and the rhythmic tap of Becca’s boots against the marble floor. She carried a small tray in her hands which was a cup steaming faintly, filled with the herbal concoction she had worked on all day.Her steps were steady, but her mind was far f
The scent of crushed herbs filled the air, sharp and bitter, as Becca stirred the thick green mixture in a small bowl. The infirmary was quiet except for the constant sound of the pestle against stone and the faint rustle of linen curtains swaying in the cool afternoon breeze. Sunlight entered in







