LOGINKaelyn 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.
Seraphina did not return to Kaelyn's room after leaving the dining hall, she had no intention of doing so. There were far more important things that needed her attention.Her footsteps echoed through the corridors as she made her way toward the dungeon, her expression hard and her mind filled with anger.If Greta confessed everything before her execution, it could destroy all of them, especially Desmond and if he fell, Seraphina knew she would fall with him.She reached the entrance of the dungeon and immediately approached the guards stationed outside. She could see Eugene had replaced the former ones with a new set.She frowned."Open the door” she ordered.One of the guards looked at her."Lady Seraphina, the Alpha King ordered—""I didn't ask what the Alpha King ordered." Her voice was sharp. "I said open the door."The guards exchanged a glance then Seraphina stepped closer."You know who I am” she said.The guard lowered his eyes."Yes, my lady” he replied."Then open the door."
The explosion still echoed in Desmond’s skull long after the smoke had faded into the wind. An Alpha king’s estate was supposed to be impenetrable and untouchable but now, one entire section of the outer wall had been blown apart.Desmond’s nostrils flared as he paced the marble floor of his priva
The sun bore down mercilessly on the sprawling arena. The shadows of the prisoners stretched long across the arena floor, twisting in the light of the unrelenting sun.Desmond raised a single hand, and the murmurs among the crowd died instantly. Silence fell like a heavy curtain, and even the wind
The back door of the house creaked faintly even as Mira’s hand remained fixed on it despite their their captor having caught them.They had thought the coast was clear, that Garran and bis companions were sleeping, but one of the men's voice had stopped them cold.“Don’t even think about it,” the m
Max and Eugene’s hearts pounded in unison, their muscles coiled like springs, as the man on the ground stubbornly tried one last desperate attempt to free himself. “Not today,” Eugene growled, pressing the man flat against the forest floor. Max pinned the man’s legs, feeling his strength push aga







