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Mira had been furious since the moment Tyler had left the room. She had already made up her mind she was going to confront Kaelyn and it was like a fuel had been added to her already present dislike of Kaelyn.She had always known there was something fishy about Kaelyn from the very beginning and she thought when she left the mansion, there would be nothing to worry about.However, Kaelyn had returned and she brought trouble with her.There was no way she was going to sit back and allow Kaelyn to manipulate Tyler into destroying Becca's relationship with Eugene.Mira knew how dangerous Kaelyn could be and now she knew exactly what she wanted.She wanted Becca out of the way, she wanted Tyler to get close to Becca, make Becca fall for him, and eventually separate her from Eugene. Then Kaelyn would be there to take Eugene for herself.Mira's hands tightened into fists. She needed to stop this before it went any further, but she couldn't do it alone.Kaelyn was unpredictable, and Mira di
For several seconds, Eugene didn't say anything, he simply stared at Becca.The anger that had been burning in his eyes moments ago seemed to disappear, replaced by pure, devastating shock.Her words had hit him harder than she expected.Becca swallowed. She immediately felt a painful guilt settle in her chest.She hadn't wanted to hurt him, she had never wanted to see that expression on his face, but she couldn't take the words back.They were the truth and perhaps that was what hurt the most.She had spent so long trying to convince herself that everything between them was still the same. She had tried to ignore the confusion in her heart, the way her feelings had changed, and the questions she couldn't answer whenever Tyler crossed her mind.But she couldn't lie anymore. Not to Eugene and to herself."I'm sorry," she whispered but Eugene didn't respond.Becca looked at him for another moment before lowering her eyes.Maybe it would be better if she left. They couldn't keep sleeping
Tyler slammed the door behind him as he entered his room. His chest was still rising and falling heavily, his anger refusing to settle.He could still hear Eugene's order in his head ordering for his only friend to be executed then taken to the dungeon.His fists tightened.His friend was going to be executed but Tyler refused to let that happen.He had spent enough time in this pack to know how things worked. Once Eugene made a decision, there was very little anyone could do to change his mind and Tyler wasn't going to sit around and wait for his friend to die.This was the second person he had connected with in this pack and although he was close to Becca, it wasn’t the same thing.He loved Becca but he cherished his friendship with this guard.He immediately walked toward the small closet where he had left his backpack. He pulled it open and began throwing his belongings inside.He put clothes, a few personal items and everything he had brought with him.He didn't care if he had to
Eugene entered his room with anger burning through him. He slammed the door behind him harder than he intended.The sound echoed through the room but he didn't care. His mind was still trapped in the Grand Hall and it wasn’t surprising, especially after everything that had happened.It was as if his reign was going to be filled with continuous chaos caused by Desmond.Greta was dead, a guard had confessed to crimes that seemed too convenient, Tyler had challenged him, everyone had questioned his decisions and somehow, through all of it, Becca had still been standing there defending everyone except him.The entire situation was something he wished was nothing more than an annoying dream he could wake up from.Unfortunately, this was the reality he was forced to live in.He walked farther into the room and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.He was exhausted, no, actually completely exhausted. He hadn’t bargained to be going through this today.The door opened again and Becca stepp
The Grand Hall slowly began to empty. The tension that had filled the room moments earlier did not disappear with everyone leaving. It seemed to linger in the air, following them into the corridors.Mira remained beside Jack for a moment, watching as the guards led Desmond away.Desmond's hands were restrained as he walked toward the dungeon. He didn't struggle, he didn't complain, he simply wore that same unreadable expression on his face.Mira watched him carefully. There was something about his calmness that made her uncomfortable.After everything that had happened, she expected Desmond to look frightened. Instead, he looked almost confident.Jack noticed the same thing."He doesn't look worried," Mira whispered.Jack shook his head."Why would he be when he found someone to take all the blame.”They watched until Desmond disappeared down the corridor leading toward the dungeon. But the guard who had confessed was not taken in the same direction.Another group of guards led him th
Desmond watched silently in the middle of the Grand Hall. He had not expected things to turn out this way.When he had blackmailed the guard into taking responsibility for Greta's death and the other crimes, he had never imagined that Tyler would be the man's friend.That part had been unexpected but Desmond didn't care. In fact, as he watched Tyler's anger grow, a small sense of satisfaction settled inside him.Everything was still moving in the direction he wanted. The guard had confessed, Eugene had been forced into a difficult position and now Tyler was openly challenging him.Desmond knew Eugene well enough to understand what would happen next. He would never allow someone to openly defy him in front of the pack, especially not when the crime involved murder and poisoning.He would execute the guard eventually and when he did, the pack would see Eugene as the Alpha King who punished anyone who threatened him.That would only weaken Eugene's position.Desmond almost smiled. But be
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







