🍀 Will Desmond uncover the secrets the spy hides before Eugene finds out? Will Seraphina's deadly plan succeed, or will the Blackwood Estate rise in resistance? Loyalties will be tested and lines crossed in the next explosive chapter.🍀
The sun hung heavy above the Blackwood estate, veiled slightly behind drifting clouds, casting a golden glow upon the dirt trail leading back from the dense woods. Hooves pounded rhythmically, echoing through the trees as Desmond and Seraphina rode side by side. The forest behind them whispered secrets—of plans made and oaths spoken beneath ancient trees.Desmond rode like a king already, his back straight, his dark cloak fluttering behind him with every gallop. Beside him, Seraphina matched his posture with equal arrogance, her long hair whipping over her shoulders, eyes glittering with cold ambition.They were the perfect couple with dark cold hearts and a steely determination to achieve their goals no matter how many wolves they had to make suffer in the process.After discarding the dead bodies of the rogue wolves Desmond had annihilated effortlessly, their ride back was filled with long conversations of their visions for the future."Just imagine it," Seraphina said, her voice l
The corridor was quiet, except for the distant hum of the infirmary lights and the dull echo of Eugene’s shoes tapping against the tiled floor as the Alpha walked with a cold feeling radiating off him.Each step he took felt heavier than the last, as if guilt had laced weights around his ankles. His jaw was tight, brows furrowed, and his hands clenched at his sides.He replayed the moment over and over in his mind—the warmth of Becca’s hand on his head, the softness of her voice whispering reassurances, the vulnerability in her eyes as she leaned closer.And then, he had brushed her hand away.His heart twisted.Not because Kaelyn had walked in. Not because he felt ashamed. But because... he had panicked.“I shouldn’t have done that,” Eugene muttered under his breath. “Damn it.”He slowed his pace, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn’t meant to hurt Becca. He hadn’t done it because Kaelyn had appeared. It had just been poor timing—a moment of self-loathing and a
The corridor was quiet, except for the distant hum of the infirmary lights and the dull echo of Eugene’s shoes tapping against the tiled floor as the Alpha walked with a cold feeling radiating off him.Each step he took felt heavier than the last, as if guilt had laced weights around his ankles. His jaw was tight, brows furrowed, and his hands clenched at his sides.He replayed the moment over and over in his mind—the warmth of Becca’s hand on his head, the softness of her voice whispering reassurances, the vulnerability in her eyes as she leaned closer.And then, he had brushed her hand away.His heart twisted.Not because Kaelyn had walked in. Not because he felt ashamed. But because... he had panicked.“I shouldn’t have done that,” Eugene muttered under his breath. “Damn it.”He slowed his pace, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn’t meant to hurt Becca. He hadn’t done it because Kaelyn had appeared. It had just been poor timing—a moment of self-loathing and a
The horses’ hooves beat softly against the moss-covered ground as Desmond and Seraphina made their way deeper into the woods. Desmond rode ahead, his dark eyes scanning the twisted trees and undergrowth with precision. Seraphina, close behind him, sat poised atop her horse. “This place gives me chills,” she muttered, tightening her grip on the reins. “Are you sure this is the right place? There’s nothing but dead branches.” Desmond didn’t turn. “Yes,” he said calmly. “This is where they’re hiding.” Seraphina frowned. “You're sure he didn't say anything else?” “He didn’t have much left to say after I was through with him,” Desmond replied flatly. She smiled. “You’re cold.” He smirked. “And you love it.” A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it vanished as they came to a sudden stop. Before them, nestled between two large boulders, was a narrow opening—barely visible, almost like the woods were hiding it on purpose. Desmond came down from the horse.
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—bloodied, unconscious, several teeth missing, and his wrists purple from over-tightened restraints. Now, she hovered over him like a guardian angel, if only angels could be haunted by fury. “Another bag of saline,” she muttered to one of her maids, her voice clipped with tension. “He’s severely dehydrated.” The girl moved quickly, sensing her mood. Becca carefully cleaned the jagged gash across the spy’s cheek, the blood already dried and crusted. Her fingers trembled slightly. She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat. Desmond did this… Her jaw clenched. He did this in the name of justice. She adjusted the light above the spy’s face, her brows drawing together. His skin was
The late morning sunlight spilled into the chamber like golden glow, softening the dark walls and polished wooden floors of the Alpha Desmond’s private quarters. The scent of rosewood lingered in the air, mingling with something far more metallic—blood. Desmond stood shirtless before the basin, sleeves rolled and forearms flexing as he scrubbed his hands. Blood swirled in the water like dye, tainting the clear liquid with the evidence of his brutality. Each stroke was methodical, every movement deliberate. There was no remorse in his actions—only resolve. Behind him, seated gracefully on a cushioned chair, Seraphina sipped her tea in silence, her gaze fixed on his back. The faint steam from her cup curled like wisps of spirit in the air, but her expression was far from tranquil. “You were harsher than usual,” she said softly, her voice smooth. Desmond grunted, splashing more water into the basin as he rinsed the soap off. “He would have died before speaking. I did what I ha