Mag-log in⚔️ Will Eugene defy Desmond and Seraphina to save his Luna, even if it risks the entire pack? 👉 Stay tuned for the next explosive chapter!
Becca’s chest rose and fell with restrained fury as she stared at the guards standing firmly in her path, their expressions blank, their loyalty unmistakably aligned with Seraphina.Mira stood beside Becca, her posture rigid, her gaze sharp as she assessed the situation again, calculating, searching for any way through but there was none, not with the guards standing like an unbreakable wall.Becca exhaled slowly then her patience snapped.“I said move.”Her voice rang through the hallway, loud, commanding, no longer polite.The guards didn’t budge, not even slightly and Becca’s hands clenched at her sides.“I am not asking again,” she added, her tone sharper now, her authority unmistakable.Still, nothing happened.Behind them, Seraphina laughed. The sound alone was enough to send a ripple of anger through Becca’s chest.“Oh, Becca, you really haven’t realized it yet, have you?” Seraphina said, her voice laced with amusement.Becca’s gaze snapped to her.Seraphina took a slow step fo
Eugene and Desmond still stood facing each other, their auras pressing against one another like two storms colliding.“Enough.”Max’s voice cut through the charged silence as he stepped forward quickly, positioning himself between them.“Both of you,” he added, his tone firm.Jack moved at the same time, stepping to Desmond’s side, not in support, his hand raised slightly as if ready to hold him back if necessary.“This isn’t the time,” Jack said.Desmond didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on Eugene.“You’re in my way,” he said coldly.Max didn’t budge.“Then deal with it,” he replied bluntly.A ripple of tension ran through the room again. The guards shifted slightly, unsure whether to intervene or remain still.The maids stood frozen, watching everything unfold with wide, fearful eyes.Jack spoke again, this time more sharply.“Have you both lost your minds?” he demanded.That got their attention.Desmond’s eyes flicked toward him briefly and Eugene’s expression darkened s
The silence in the throne room was suffocating. Every eye was fixed on the maid who had dared to raise her hand.She stood near the middle of the line, trembling, her fingers still half-lifted as if she might take the confession back if given the chance but it was too late.Desmond’s gaze locked onto her instantly.The other servants shifted uneasily, some glancing at her with a mixture of pity and relief that it wasn’t them.Eugene stood still, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were watching her carefully.Max’s jaw tightened slightly. Jack remained silent, though his posture had subtly shifted, ready for whatever would follow.The maid swallowed hard as her voice shook.“I… I have something to confess, my lord.”Desmond tilted his head slightly, studying her.“Speak.”The maid flinched instantly, her gaze snapping back to him.“I—I saw them,” she said quickly.A ripple moved through the room and Desmond’s lips curved slightly.“Go on.”Her hands trembled at her sides.“Last ni
The scream had carried farther than it should have.It had echoed through the stone corridors of the estate, bouncing off the high walls and polished floors, threading its way into every corner like a warning that refused to be ignored.Becca froze mid-step, her breath caught sharply in her throat.“What was that?” she whispered.Mira, who had been walking just a step behind her, stiffened as well. Her expression darkened instantly, her instincts sharpening.“That came from the throne wing,” Mira said.Becca’s heart began to pound.“No…no, that’s not—”she murmured, already shaking her head. “It’s Desmond.” Mira cut in, her voice firm.Becca didn’t wait for another word.She gathered the hem of her dress slightly and started walking faster until her pace turned into something closer to a hurried run.Mira followed immediately.“Becca, wait. We don’t know exactly what’s happening yet” she called, catching up to her quickly. “I don’t need to. That sounded like someone in pain” Becca sh
The throne room felt heavier than usual.Desmobd sat on his throne, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned slightly against the armrest of his throne, his fingers tapping slowly, against the carved wood.Before him, a line of trembling maids snd servants stood, their heads bowed, fear radiating off them in waves so strong it was almost visible.To their sides stood armored guards, unmoving and silent, their presence a reminder that no one here was free to leave.Desmond was not in a forgiving mood.“This is… disappointing,” he said at last, his voice calm but laced with irritation.Desmond leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping across the line of servants like a blade.“I find it very hard to believe that three men could infiltrate my estate, walk through my halls and not a single one of you saw anything” he continued slowly.A maid near the end of the line began to shake visibly, her hands trembling as she tried to hold herself together.Desmond noticed.“Look at you, alread
The training ground echoed with the sound of impact.Dust rose from the ground in faint clouds, disturbed by the relentless movement of two figures locked in combat.Eugene moved first. His body twisted smoothly as he dodged Max’s incoming strike, pivoting on his heel before countering with a swift swing aimed at Max’s side.Max blocked it just in time, the impact sending a jolt up his arm.“Too slow,” Eugene said, his voice calm but edged with focus.Max grunted, pushing back and stepping away to regain his stance.“I blocked it,” Max shot back.Eugene raised a brow slightly.“Barely.”Max exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from his brow as he circled him again.The morning sun hung just above the horizon, casting long shadows across the training field. A few soldiers lingered at a distance, watching silently, but none dared to interrupt.Max lunged again, his movements sharper this time, more aggressive but Eugene met him head-on.Max pushed forward, trying to overpower him but Eugene he
The kitchen door groaned, a soft protest in the quiet. Moonlight spilled across the threshold in a narrow silver blade, slicing the darkness where the intruder had paused.Eugene held his breath, his hand tightening around the dagger’s hilt. Becca and Mira pressed behind him, like shadows clinging.
The cottage lay quiet under the moon. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees like gentle whispers, sometimes soft enough to be a lullaby, sometimes sharp enough to hint at secrets hidden in the dark. Eugene’s arm curled around Becca’s waist. She drew in a deep sigh, shifting slightly as she d
Rowan’s smirk only made Skye very uneasy because she could tell that he was planning something in that demented scattered brain of his.“I’m talking to him” Rowan replied Skye as he adjusted a bit to Max, trying to seem intimidating. “And I’m telling you to back off,” Skye snapped.Rowan’s mood sh
The bar felt different by the time Max reached his third drink, somehow emptier, softer, and quieter. The early evening crowd had gone away, leaving only the faint scent of old rum and worn out wood. Max sat hunched at the bar counter, his fingers resting lazily around his cup. The foam moved ever







