ANMELDENGreta's breathing was uneven as she pulled the unconscious maid deeper into an abandoned storage room at the rear of the mansion. It was a place she had discovered not too long ago. She was very sure no one would come in here so they wouldn't be able to find the meddling bitch that had ruined her attempt to carry out Alpha Desmond's plan.The room smelled of dust, old wood, and damp stone. Broken barrels and unused crates were piled carelessly against the walls, making it the perfect place to hide someone, at least for a little while.Greta knelt beside the maid."I'm sorry," she murmured, though there was little remorse in her voice. "You simply chose the wrong moment to be brave."The young maid remained unconscious.Greta quickly found an old length of rope lying among the supplies. She tightly bound the girl's wrists behind her back before securing her ankles.She paused and tested the knots."They'll hold."Then she tore a strip of cloth from an old sack and carefully tied it ac
The healer's chambers had descended into complete chaos.The metallic scent of blood lingered heavily in the air.Several healers moved frantically around the bed, replacing blood-soaked cloths almost as quickly as they became saturated. Bowls of crimson-stained water lined the floor, while fresh herbs burned over a small brazier, filling the room with a sharp medicinal aroma.At the center of it all lay Becca, unmoving, deathly pale. Every shallow breath she took seemed weaker than the last.Eugene stood beside her bed, his large hand clenched into a fist as he stared at Tyler who hadn't moved. Eugene's jaw clenched. His wolf stirred uneasily beneath his skin."What do you mean by you care about Becca?" He demanded. Tyler didn't answer immediately."I asked you a question."There was something in Eugene's voice that made even the healers hesitate then Tyler finally spoke."I meant exactly what I said. I care about her" he answered. Those simple words made something inside Eugene t
Greta's pulse thundered in her ears. The tiny glass vial still hovered above the steaming cup on the silver breakfast tray.She had come here with a plan. All she needed to do was pour the contents of the vial to Eugene's food and Desmond's plan would be in motion.But the universe seemed to always be against her and it led to her getting caught. She could still feel the hand that seized her wrist with surprising strength, tightening her grip."What... do you think you're doing?" She asked again. Greta froze, every muscle in her body went rigid. Slowly, she turned her head.Standing behind her was one of the younger kitchen maids.The girl's brown eyes were fixed on the vial, her grip unwavering despite the fear beginning to creep across her face.For several long seconds, neither woman spoke.The cheerful sounds of celebration echoed faintly from somewhere else in the castle, but inside the kitchen, everything felt unnaturally quiet.Greta forced a smile."Oh, you startled me" she
The joyous atmosphere inside the healer's chambers vanished in an instant.Only moments ago, the room had been filled with relieved smiles, quiet laughter, and the gentle cries of a healthy newborn.Now, panic had taken its place."More bandages!""Hurry!""We're losing too much blood!"The head healer's voice rang through the chamber as healers rushed from one side of the room to the other.Becca lay motionless on the bed. Her skin, once flushed from the strain of labor, had become frighteningly pale.Blood, far too much blood, continued to soak the linens beneath her.Eugene stared at the crimson stain spreading across the bed and for a brief moment, he couldn't move.His voice was barely audible."No...No..."The head healer pressed both hands firmly against Becca's abdomen while another healer hurriedly prepared fresh herbs."Keep pressure here!""Yes, head Healer!""We need more cloth!""It's not stopping!"Eugene finally found his voice."What is happening?" He askes.The head h
Greta walked through the mansion corridors with measured, unhurried steps. Anyone who happened to pass her would have thought she was simply another servant going about her morning duties.No one would have guessed that hidden beneath the folds of her sleeve was a tiny glass vial. Her fingers brushed against it and the cool glass felt heavier than it should have.Desmond's plan echoed in her mind as she remembered what she had overheard from the guard's message to Jack, who had been too much of a coward to do what he was instructed to do.A small smile tugged at her lips."Leave it to everyone else to hesitate. But I won't. I have nothing left to lose" she said.She turned the final corner and arrived outside the mansion kitchens.The moment she stepped inside, a wave of warmth washed over her. Large pots simmered over roaring fires, fresh bread cooled on wooden racks and the rich aroma of roasted meat, herbs, and baked pastries filled the room.Servants hurried in every direction car
Pain was all Becca could feel.Every muscle in her body trembled with exhaustion as she lay against the pillows, her breathing shallow and uneven. Sweat clung to her forehead, damp strands of hair framing her pale face.She felt as though every ounce of strength had been pulled from her body."I...I can't..."She could barely keep her eyes open but the elderly healer gently squeezed her hand."You've done wonderfully, My Lady. You were incredibly brave."Becca wasn't even sure she heard her properly. Everything around her sounded distant, blurred, like she was listening from underwater.Then a tiny cry filled the room. The sound instantly cut through the haze clouding her mind and Becca's heavy eyelids fluttered open.Her lips curved into the faintest smile."My baby..."Another little cry echoed through the healer's chambers and tears welled in Becca's eyes.One of the younger healers carefully wrapped the newborn in a soft cream-colored blanket before turning toward Eugene."My Alph
The moon hung heavy and pale in the sky, casting a silver hue across the stone garden path. Becca sat on the cold marble bench, arms wrapped tightly around herself, even though she wasn’t shivering.It was quiet. Too quiet.Lila’s face wouldn’t stop flashing through her mind. She was just Sixteen
The soft rustle of leaves overhead danced with the whisper of the night wind, brushing against Kaelyn's skin like a fleeting memory. The glow from the garden lanterns lit the stone path leading up to the bench, casting silver shadows across the roses and trimmed hedges. Crickets sang somewhere de
The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, heavy and sharp, as Mira stepped into the infirmary. Max was already there, standing stiffly near the foot of the bed where Eugene lay propped up by too many pillows. Morning light streamed through the narrow windows, making the clean white sheets glow un
Alpha Eugene stood by the edge of the cobblestone courtyard, his boots clicking faintly with each restless step. The morning air was cool, scented faintly with the musk of pine trees from the eastern woods beyond the pack's borders. A soft breeze tugged at his cloak, flapping it against his legs







