เข้าสู่ระบบ🔥 What will happen when Becca finally stands before Alpha Eugene? Will she bend under the weight of his command or defy him again in the face of his authority? 👉 Keep reading to uncover the storm that brews between them!
Tyler stared at Becca for several seconds. He had asked the question, but now that it hung between them, he could see exactly how uncomfortable it had made her.Becca's lips parted slightly, but no answer came. She looked away then back at him and away again.Tyler understood she was struggling and somehow, that realization made his heart beat faster."You don't have to answer me," he said quietly.Becca looked at him."I thought you wanted an answer” she said, surprised at his words."I do” he admitted as his voice softened. "But I don't want you to feel pressured into giving me one."Becca swallowed. This concerned taken a turn which she didn’t even expect."I honestly don't know what to say” she said honestly.Tyler nodded slowly."That's already an answer” he said."It isn't” she replied."It tells me you're confused."Becca sighed."I shouldn't be confused” she muttered as she fingers dug into her chest."Why?"She looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious."Bec
Kaelyn walked deeper into the forest, her footsteps becoming heavier with every step.She barely noticed the branches brushing against her arms or the dry leaves cracking beneath her feet. Her mind was too occupied with the conversation she had just had with Alpha Eugene.The heir.Those words kept echoing in her mind.Eugene had been clear. Becca's child was his heir.Kaelyn clenched her fists as she continued walking. She hated the thought. She hated everything about it.For months, she had believed that her son would naturally have a place beside Eugene. Perhaps not immediately, perhaps not in the way she had once imagined, but she had always believed that being Eugene's firstborn would mean something.Now, everything had changed.Becca had given birth to a son and Eugene had already decided what that meant.His heir.Kaelyn's lips tightened. She wasn't ready to accept that but she also knew she couldn't confront Eugene about it again without thinking carefully.She needed a plan a
Becca watched Tyler carefully and for a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The healer had quietly stepped out of the room, leaving them alone. The soft sounds of the mansion barely reached the healer's chambers, and for the first time since Becca had given birth, there was a strange calm around her.Tyler, however, looked anything but calm.He had been standing beside the bed with the basket of fruits still resting on a nearby table. His expression changed the moment Becca asked the question."Tyler..."He swallowed."Yes?""Is it true?" She asked again.Tyler looked away and Becca watched him carefully. For a moment, he looked as though he had forgotten how to breathe then he gave a small laugh."I think you should eat something. You haven't eaten properly” he said.Becca blinked."Tyler.""Those fruits are fresh. I brought them because I thought—""Tyler” she interrupted him.He stopped and Becca stared at him."Don't change the subject” she said.Tyler rubbed the back of his neck.
Mira's words seemed to hang in the hallway long after she had spoken them."Are you on Desmond's side again?”The moment the question left her mouth, she wished she could take it back.Jack didn't answer immediately, he simply stared at her as the hallway suddenly felt colder.Seraphina stood beside him with her arms folded, watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. Mira could see something change in Jack's face.It wasn't anger. At least, not the kind she had expected. It was hurt.A deep, unmistakable hurt.Mira's heart sank."Jack..." she started but he looked away.For a brief moment, Desmond's voice echoed in his mind and Jack clenched his jaw.“You actually thought they would trust you? You stood by us once. You think they'll ever forget that? Everyone will always wonder which side you're truly on.”He remembered the cold amusement in Desmond's eyes. He had told himself those words meant nothing, he had refused to believe them but now Mira was standing in front of hi
Becca slowly opened her eyes. For a few seconds, she simply stared at the ceiling above her.The room was quiet. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, painting pale golden lines across the walls. The scent of herbs lingered in the air, but unlike the previous morning, it no longer made her feel like she was trapped inside a healer's chamber.She took a slow breath then another. Something felt different. She felt much better.Becca moved her fingers beneath the blanket and flexed them. There was still some weakness in her muscles, but the horrible heaviness that had consumed her body yesterday was almost gone.She carefully pushed herself upright then a small smile appeared on her lips."I can actually sit up without feeling like I'm dying” she said.The healer, who had been arranging several bottles on a nearby table, immediately turned around."Please don't say things like that."Becca chuckled."I'm sorry."The healer walked toward her and placed the back of her hand ag
Jack walked beside Seraphina through the quiet hallway, his expression still tense from everything that had happened.Neither of them spoke for several moments. The events of the past few days had left the mansion feeling different.There was suspicion everywhere. Whispers followed people through the corridors, guards were watching everyone more closely, and even ordinary conversations seemed to carry hidden meanings.Jack finally broke the silence."I still can't believe Desmond did that” he said.Seraphina glanced at him."Why are you surprised?" She asked."I expected him to be angry with me but he practically handed me over to Eugene."Seraphina shrugged."You betrayed him."Jack stopped walking."That doesn't mean he gets to accuse me of murder” he said.Seraphina turned toward him."But it means you should have expected consequences” she replied.Jack stared at her."You really think I deserved that?" He asked."I think you knew what you were doing when you turned against him” s
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







