로그인Evening was slowly settling over the mansion. The sunlight had begun to fade, leaving the sky painted in softer shades as shadows stretched across the grounds.But inside the mansion, nobody was thinking about the beauty of the evening. Everyone knew what was coming.Greta's execution.Jack had been thinking about it for hours. He couldn't allow it to happen, not after everything.He knew Greta had made a terrible mistake, he knew she had disobeyed him, he knew she had nearly destroyed everything they had been trying to keep hidden, but allowing her to be executed wasn't an option.If Greta died, the secret might disappear with her, but Jack also knew that doesn’t mean he should let her die.And, despite everything she had done, he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon her.He had already begun planning her escape.Thanks to Eugene, Jack had access to parts of the mansion and surrounding grounds that most people didn't.That afternoon, he had carefully arranged guards along several
Kaelyn spent the better part of the afternoon looking for Tyler. She had already checked the garden, the training grounds and several of the corridors where she knew he sometimes passed after completing his duties.She was beginning to get impatient.She needed to speak with him. The plan depended on him and after everything that had happened in the dining hall, she knew she needed to keep him motivated.Eventually, she found him near the far end of the gardens. He was standing beside one of the stone pathways, looking out over the grounds.Kaelyn smiled to herself then approached him slowly."Tyler."He turned then his expression changed slightly when he saw her."Kaelyn” he greeted.She stopped beside him."I've been looking for you. I wanted to talk” she said.Tyler glanced around."About what?"Kaelyn lowered her voice."Becca."His attention immediately sharpened."What about her?" He asked.Kaelyn smiled faintly."Things aren't going well between her and Alpha Eugene. I saw them
For several moments after Mira finished speaking, Becca couldn't say anything, she simply stared at her. Her mind was struggling to process everything she had just heard.Greta had killed the maid, Jack had helped cover it up and somehow, Mira had become involved because she wanted to protect Jack.It was far more complicated than Becca had imagined."Wait” Becca finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're telling me Greta was the one who killed the maid?"Mira nodded. Tears were already running down her cheeks."Yes” she answered honestly."And Jack knew all this time?" She asked.Another nod."Yes."Becca slowly sat down on the edge of the bed then she stared at the floor.She had known there was something strange going on, she had known Mira was hiding something, but she had never imagined this.She couldn’t help but be impressed with Jack’s performance all this time insisting he had no idea wahat was happening.She knew it was wrong to be applauding his dishonesty, bu
Jack waited until he was certain his duties were complete before leaving the western corridor. He had spent the better part of the afternoon making sure every important route around the mansion was properly guarded.He had stationed guards at strategic points and made sure they understood exactly what they were supposed to do if they noticed anything suspicious.To anyone watching, Jack looked completely focused on his responsibilities, he looked like a man determined to protect the mansion.And in a way, he was. But there was something else on his mind.Greta.The moment he was certain the guards were properly positioned, Jack quietly left the area.He didn't tell anyone where he was going, he didn't even tell Mira. He knew better than to do that.The last thing he needed was for someone to discover that he had gone to the dungeon to speak with Greta. Especially after what had happened that morning.Jack moved through the corridors carefully, taking different routes instead of using
Breakfast eventually came to an end.The uncomfortable silence that had filled the dining hall for most of the meal slowly began to break as everyone started pushing their chairs back.Jack was the first to stand. He wiped his mouth with a napkin before rising completely."I should go. I want to inspect the open routes around the mansion” he said as he straightened his clothes.Max immediately looked up."Which routes?""The places where rogues might have entered from. If the murdered maid was really attacked by rogues, we need to make sure there isn't another way into the mansion that we're overlooking” Jack explained.Max's expression changed then he folded his arms."I think we should look at this differently” he said.Eugene's attention immediately shifted toward him."What are you suggesting?"Max glanced around the table."We've been assuming the maid was killed by rogues because that's what the evidence seemed to suggest."Jack scoffed."And what changed?"Max looked directly a
The newly prepared breakfast arrived several minutes later.The maids entered the dining hall carrying trays of freshly prepared food, placing them carefully across the large table. The smell of warm bread, eggs, fruits, porridge, and several other dishes filled the room.Under normal circumstances, the sight of so much food would have been comforting. Today, it only seemed to make the silence heavier.Everyone began eating and nobody spoke.The only sounds were the occasional clinking of cutlery against plates and the soft movements of the maids as they made sure everyone had what they needed.Max remained unusually quiet, his attention, however, wasn't entirely on his food. Every few moments, his eyes moved toward Mira then Jack and back to Mira.He couldn't shake the feeling that something was happening between them, something they weren't telling him.Greta's words kept replaying in his mind.Max had already noticed the strange way Jack and Mira had reacted when he brought it up.
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 torches along the wall flickered, casting restless shadows across the bruised and battered figure tied to a chair in the center of the room. Jack sat there, wrists bound behind the wooden frame, two guards holding his shoulders down as if he might spring up at any moment. His shirt clung to h
The courtyard seemed to shrink under the weight of fury, whispers, and defiance. Alpha Eugene stood rigid, his eyes blazing with untamed wrath, his chest rising and falling like a beast restrained only by chains of will. Opposite him, Desmond leaned slightly forward, his lips curved in mockery, t
Alpha Brian sat on the floor, his back pressed against the wall of his cell, shackles biting into his wrists. Brian closed his eyes, fury swirling inside him like a storm that refused to calm. He could see her face again, Becca’s, that cursed, wretched woman. The memory of last night gnawed at hi







