LOGIN✨ Kaelyn refuses to leave… but what chaos will her defiance unleash? Will Eugene’s rejection finally break her, or will she spiral into something far more dangerous? 👉 Find out in the next chapter.
Mira’s breath came out uneven as she stared at the woman before her.“Skye, what… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling between disbelief and anger. The name lingered heavily in the air.Skye didn’t respond immediately. She stood there, calm, too calm for someone who had just been cornered.Her expression was unreadable, her posture relaxed, almost as though she had been expecting this moment all along.Jack stepped forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her.“You heard her, answer the question” he said, his tone firmer now. Still, Skye said nothing and Mira’s hands clenched at her sides.Mira stepped closer, her anger beginning to surface fully now.“No… no, you don’t get to stand there and act like this is normal! You were supposed to be with the resistance, with Max and Alpha Eugene—” she snapped.Her voice broke slightly.“And now we find you here?” Sneaking around the mansion like some kind of—” she continued, her tone trembling with disbelief.“S
Desmond’s back slammed harder against the wall as he struggled, the stone behind him groaning faintly under the sheer force of Eugene’s grip. He was pinned and Eugene was standing over him like a storm finally unleashed.Desmond’s fingers clawed at Eugene’s wrist, his strength straining, muscles tightening as he tried to pry the iron grip away from his throat but it didn’t move.His breathing grew uneven, sharp, his chest rising and falling rapidly as frustration began to replace his earlier arrogance.“You… think…this makes you king again?” Desmond rasped, his voice strained.Eugene didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were locked onto Desmond’s, dark and unrelenting, the fury within them burning so intensely.“This isn’t about the throne anymore” Eugene said finally, his voice low and controlled.His grip tightened slightly and Desmond’s breath hitched.“This is about everything you’ve done to my pack, to the resistance and to innocent people who never asked for your war” Eugene con
The further Mira moved away from the grand hall, the heavier the silence became, a sharp contrast to the chaos below.The echoes of raised voices, the clash of power, the distant murmurs of a crowd caught between fear and fascination and all of it lingered faintly in the air, bleeding through the walls like a haunting reminder of what was happening just floors beneath them.Mira’s steps were quick, but controlled. Her senses were sharp, focused and every nerve in her body was alert.“I can still hear the noise. It’s getting worse” she whispered, her voice low as her gaze flickered toward the direction of the grand hall. Jack walked beside her, his posture steady, his presence grounding.“That means something big is happening, and knowing Alpha Eugene, he’s not holding back” he replied quietly.Mira swallowed, her chest tightened at the thought of Becca, Eugene and everything happening at once.Her hands clenched slightly at her sides.“I should be there, I should be helping them” she
The grand hall had descended into chaos, but at its center, the world seemed to narrow into Eugene and Desmond and between them was Becca.Desmond’s arm was still locked around her, his grip firm and possessive as though she were nothing more than a prize he had already claimed. His fingers pressed into her side, holding her just tightly enough to remind her that she wasn’t free.The flickering lights from the chandeliers above cast shifting shadows across their faces, but there was nothing uncertain about the tension that crackled in the air.“Let her go.”Eugene’s voice was low, but beneath that control was something feral. Something that threatened to break free at any second.Desmond smirked, tilting his head slightly as if amused by the demand.“You’re in no position to give orders,” he replied lazily, tightening his hold on Becca just enough to draw a sharp breath from her lips.Eugene’s eyes darkened instantly.“Desmond, this is your last chance” he warned, his tone dropping e
Becca struggled against Desmond’s hold, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven bursts as his arm locked tightly around her waist. His grip was strong, unyielding, possessive, and suffocating. His fingers dug into her side just enough to remind her that he wasn’t holding her gently, he was restraining her.“Let me go! Desmond, I swear to you—” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage as she twisted in his arms. “You’ll do nothing, because if you do, I will enjoy watching him suffer for it" Desmond cut in smoothly, though there was a dangerous edge beneath his arrogance. His lips curved into a smug smile as his gaze flickered toward Eugene. Becca froze for half a second but it was enough. Eugene saw it and it enraged him.“Get your hands off her.” Eugene’s voice came out low, rough, and filled with something far more dangerous than anger.It was promise.Desmond chuckled, tightening his hold on Becca deliberately, almost as if to provoke him further. “Or what?” he asked lazily. “
The hall trembled, not from the weight of footsteps, but from the sheer intensity of two Alphas standing on the brink of war.Becca swallowed hard, her fingers curling slightly as she stood beside Mira.“Becca, we need to move back” Mira whispered, her voice low but urgent, her eyes fixed on the unfolding storm before them. Becca didn’t respond immediately, her gaze was locked on Eugene, on the way his shoulders squared, his stance grounded, his presence expanding, filling every inch of the room.He looked terrifying, not just angry and it made something deep inside her chest ache.“Becca,” Mira said again, tugging her slightly this time and that pulled her out of it.Becca nodded faintly, stepping back with Mira, giving Eugene the battlefield he clearly intended to claim.“I trust him,” Becca murmured under her breath.Mira glanced at her.“I know,” she replied quietly. Across the hall, Seraphina’s fingers dug into her own arms as she watched the distance widen between Becca and Eu
The taste of Becca still lingered on Eugene's lips—sweet, strange, like a memory half-remembered from a dream, slipping through the cracks of his consciousness. It had been a kiss of desperation and salvation, a lifeline thrown into the storm of his unraveling mind. But now, as the world slowed t
The forest was cloaked in an unnatural silence, broken only by the harsh, ragged breathing of Alpha Eugene. Blood trickled from the wound on his shoulder where the rogue’s fangs had sunk in. The poison had spread fast, burning through his veins like acid. Each pulse of his heart sent waves of diz
Becca walked briskly down the corridor, her shoes clicking against the stone floor, each step echoing with the weight of her fury. Her wrist still throbbed where Eugene had gripped her, the skin reddened as if marked by ownership. But it wasn’t just the pain that burned.It was the humiliation.T
Becca crept quietly up the stairs to Mira's room, her mind racing as she thought over what had just happened in the garden. Eugene was downstairs in a chamber left for her to use however, weakened and poisoned, and she had to act quickly if she was to save him. He could still die if she didn't pr







