Mag-log inSeraphina had never imagined that a day would come when she would find herself cornered by Becca.She pressed her lips together, her eyes moving between Becca and the guards. She needed to think of a way out, but every possible excuse she considered seemed unlikely to work.Becca knew too much already. She had overheard the conversation about Desmond's plan, she had heard Seraphina threaten Kaelyn over something terrible she had done, and she had clearly connected those threats to Mira's fall.If Seraphina continued refusing to speak, Becca might decide to take her directly to Eugene.That was a risk she couldn't afford."You're making a mistake, Becca," Seraphina said, trying one last time to discourage her."Then help me understand what that mistake is” Becca said.Seraphina's expression tightened.For several seconds, the women stared at each other until Seraphina finally released a frustrated breath."Fine. You want to know what Kaelyn did? I'll tell you” she said.Becca immediate
Mira couldn't explain why she didn't want to leave the library.She had originally entered the room looking for something to read, and she had expected to spend a few minutes browsing through the shelves before returning to her bedroom. Instead, she had found herself standing in front of a man she couldn't remember, holding his hand and feeling an inexplicable connection she couldn't understand.Perhaps it was because he looked at her differently from everyone else.Becca was always careful around her, constantly trying to help her recover her memories. The maids treated her as though she might break if they weren't careful enough. Even the healers seemed to study her every movement, hoping to discover some indication that her memory was returning.Jack, however, looked at her as though he had lost something precious, and somehow, that expression made her want to know him."I'm sorry," Mira said, withdrawing her hand slightly. "I hope you don't think I'm being rude by asking so many
Becca stared at the two women standing before her, waiting for one of them to speak.Kaelyn looked furious at being caught in such an awkward situation, while Seraphina seemed to be calculating the best way to escape the conversation. Their silence only strengthened Becca's suspicion that she had stumbled upon something important."Well?" Becca demanded. "I'm still waiting for an answer."Kaelyn scoffed. "I don't know what you think you heard, but this conversation has nothing to do with you.""Nothing to do with me?" Becca repeated incredulously. "I heard Seraphina threaten you about something terrible you had done. What exactly was she talking about?""That's none of your business” Kaelyn said.Becca's expression hardened."Perhaps you should remember who you're speaking to” she replied,Kaelyn's eyes flashed with resentment, but she quickly lowered her gaze, unwilling to challenge Becca openly."I'm sorry, but I have nothing to say about this” she said."Then let me make this eas
Eugene had never been so insulted in his entire life.Tyler had the audacity to walk into his territory, stand before him, and demand that he hand over Becca as though she were some object he had misplaced.The moment those words left Vincent’s mouth, Eugene’s entire body went rigid with fury. His aura surged through the room, pressing against everyone present with enough force to make the guards stationed near the doors shift uneasily."Repeat what you just said," he demanded.Tyler swallowed, but before he could answer, Vincent stepped forward."We're here on behalf of our Alpha, and we expect you to treat our request with the respect it deserves” he said.Eugene slowly turned my attention toward him."Your request?" His voice was dangerously quiet. "You're standing in my palace, on my land, demanding that I give up my mate, and you expect respect?"Vincent's expression remained composed, but Eugene noticed the slight tension around his mouth.Vincent had heard the rumors about the
Mira was beginning to hate her room. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, but she was tired of sitting in one place.Ever since she had regained consciousness, everyone had treated her as though she were made of glass. The healers insisted she needed time to recover, Becca kept checking on her, and the maids seemed determined to ensure she never stepped outside without supervision.Mira understood their concerns. She had suffered a serious head injury, and she was grateful that they cared about her well-being.Still, she wasn't sick anymore, her head no longer hurt, her body had regained its strength, and she could walk around without feeling dizzy. The only thing that remained wrong with her was her memory, and being confined to her room wasn't helping her recover it.She sat on the edge of her bed, watching a maid arrange fresh flowers in a vase."How much longer am I supposed to stay in here?" Mira asked.The maid turned around."Until the Luna Queen and the healers are satisfied
Becca couldn't sit still. She had been pacing around her bedroom for several minutes, occasionally stopping beside the crib to check on her sleeping son before resuming her restless movements. Normally, watching him sleep brought her a sense of calm. Today, however, even his peaceful presence couldn't quiet her thoughts.Tyler was back. The knowledge kept circling through her mind, refusing to let her concentrate on anything else. She had spent weeks trying to convince herself that his departure was necessary, that she needed to focus on her family and put the complicated feelings she had for him behind her.Now he was inside the mansion again, standing in the grand hall with Eugene and she had no idea what was happening.Becca stopped beside the window and stared outside, although she barely registered the view.Why had Tyler returned? What could possibly be important enough to bring him back after everything that had happened?Most importantly, what would Eugene do when he saw him
The first thing Becca became aware of was pain.Not sharp like something dull and pulsing, sitting heavy behind her eyes, spreading down her spine. Her head throbbed viciously, each heartbeat a reminder that she had been struck and dragged like cargo.Loud raised voices reached her through the fog
Ash clung to Alpha Eugene’s shoes as if the ruins themselves were trying to keep him rooted there.He stood at the center of the devastation, unmoving, his broad shoulders tense beneath his torn cloak.Behind him, Max stood a few paces away, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His jaw was cl
Eugene stood over the table, his hands braced flat against the wood, his shoulders rigid beneath his coat. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, committing every detail on the map to memory even though he already knew them by heart. He had walked these plans in his mind so many times they haunted h
Eugene pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he and Max stared at the woman standing in front of them, her position frozen mid-motion.He had no idea who she was but judging from the look she gave max and the one he returned back, there was something he was not being told and that alone wasn't







