The tension in the room thickened as gasps whispered through the gathered crowd.
Alpha Eugene. The name rolled through her mind as the man moved toward her, his gaze never leaving her broken form on the floor. His sharp eyes softened the moment he reached her. Without a word, he extended his hand. Becca stared at it, still dazed, still unable to process what was happening. “Come,” Eugene murmured, his voice deep yet gentle. Becca hesitated, but something in his presence made her reach out. He grasped her hand firmly, his warmth stark against the coldness of the hall. He pulled her to her feet with effortless strength, steadying her as her legs threatened to give out beneath her. She felt… safe. But the safety was immediately overshadowed by confusion. “What the hell is going on?” Becca demanded, pulling her hand away the moment she found her balance. She was still furious, burning from the humiliation and anger of being dragged here in the first place. Eugene exhaled. “I owe you an explanation.” Her eyes narrowed. “Damn right you do.” Eugene studied her for a moment before nodding. “My name is Alpha Eugene.” He let the words settle in the air before continuing. “I am Desmond’s half-brother.” Becca’s stomach twisted. Half-brother? She turned sharply to look at Desmond, whose expression had darkened considerably. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath. Eugene continued, unfazed by her reaction. “I didn’t introduce myself before because I was severely injured. I didn’t even have the strength to speak properly. But you saved me.” His voice softened. “And for that, I owe you my life.” Becca swallowed hard. Why did those words affect her? The warmth of his hands still lingered on her skin, but she ignored the feeling. With a sharp exhale, she stepped away from him, shaking off whatever emotions had started creeping into her chest. It didn’t matter. Because this was still a disaster. And the real nightmare was only just beginning. A slow, amused chuckle filled the air. Becca stiffened. Desmond. The bastard was laughing. “Well, well, well,” Desmond said, leaning back in his throne, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “So, the great Alpha Eugene has finally risen from his deathbed… only to stop the execution of this.” He gestured toward Becca as if she were nothing more than filth beneath his boots. Eugene’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. Desmond tilted his head. “Tell me, dear brother, why the hell are you out of bed? You should be resting. Instead, you’ve dragged yourself all the way here for a rejected Omega?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Have you lost your mind?” Becca’s fists clenched at his words, but she didn’t speak. Not yet. Eugene, however, remained composed. “I heard what was happening,” he said simply. “And I knew I had to come.” Desmond grinned. “Because you owe her?” Eugene nodded. “Yes.” The amusement on Desmond’s face twisted into something cruel. “Then allow me to enlighten you, brother,” Desmond sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. “Since you’ve been away for so many years, you clearly don’t know what kind of creature you’re protecting.” Becca’s entire body tensed. She knew what was coming. Desmond’s grin widened as he turned to Eugene. “That Omega standing beside you? I rejected her.” Silence. Becca’s heart pounded as Eugene’s expression darkened slightly. “She was once mine,” Desmond continued, his voice slow, and cruel. “But I threw her away. Why? Because she was worthless.” Becca’s nails dug into her palms. Desmond smirked. “And instead, I married a better Luna. A stronger, more obedient, more worthy woman. Someone fit to stand beside me.” Becca inhaled sharply, rage boiling in her veins. Desmond leaned forward. “This pathetic excuse for an Omega refused to accept reality. So desperate for love, she even opened her own clinic, thinking it would make her useful.” Laughter echoed in the hall. Mockery. Becca trembled with rage. Eugene, however, did not laugh. In fact, his expression hadn’t changed. But the way he looked at Becca—steady and unwavering—made her feel something she did not want to feel. Don’t look at me like that, she wanted to scream at him. Because she wasn’t safe. Not here. Not ever. Becca took a step forward. Desmond raised a brow. “Oh? Do you have something to say, Omega?” Becca let out a bitter laugh. “I’m just shocked, Desmond.” He frowned. “Shocked?” She nodded, her voice dripping with venom. “Shocked that you’ve actually been waiting for me to commit a crime just so you could kill me.” She shook her head. “I mean, it’s almost pathetic. That’s how much you hate me?” Desmond’s expression darkened. “What did I ever do to you, Desmond?” she demanded. “What crime did I commit? Tell me. Tell everyone.” Silence. Then Desmond smirked. “Your existence disgusts me.” The words cut deeper than she expected. He leaned back in his throne, pleased with himself. “And my Luna agrees with me.” A new wave of rage crashed over Becca. Her hands shook. She inhaled sharply. “You and your Luna can go straight to hell.” Gasps filled the hall. Desmond’s smirk vanished. His eyes darkened with rage. “You dare speak to me in such a way?” Becca stepped closer. “I dare.” Desmond exhaled slowly, his fury barely contained. “Executioner.” The executioner immediately raised his blade. Becca’s breath caught. Not again. But before the blade could descend— A voice like thunder shook the hall. “Enough.” The ground trembled. Becca turned— And froze. Alpha Eugene’s eyes were glowing. Not the calm, intelligent gaze she had seen before. No. This was fierce. His eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, something primal and terrifying. The executioner hesitated. “Leave this instant,” Eugene commanded, his voice deep, laced with a raw, undeniable authority. “Or face my wrath.” The executioner went cold. Then— He ran. Becca’s breath hitched. Everyone else had fallen silent. Desmond’s face twisted with rage. “What the hell are you doing, Eugene?” Eugene met his brother’s furious gaze. Then, in a voice that sent shivers through the entire hall, he said— “Nobody is to touch her.” Desmond’s eyes narrowed. “And why is that?” Eugene took a step forward. And then— He dropped the bombshell. “Because she is my mate.” Silence. The entire hall froze. Becca’s world tilted. Desmond’s eyes widened. And Becca felt like the ground had just crumbled beneath her feet.The morning sun broke through the heavy clouds above the Blackwood training field, its golden rays scattering across the dew-covered grass. Wolves both in human and beast form moved with calculated rhythm, training, sparring, perfecting their footwork under the sharp gazes of their betas and squad captains. Yet even amid the flurry of activity, all eyes occasionally drifted to one figure at the center of it all.Alpha Eugene Blackwood.He stood tall, his powerful frame covered in sweat but far from fatigued. His dark hair was tied behind him in a simple black band, his torso bare save for the thick leather arm guards and the old claw mark that slashed diagonally across his chest—a reminder of the wars of old. His piercing eyes scanned the training ground with the quiet authority of a man who had long mastered dominance.Today, he had already defeated three ranked wolves in training. Not injured them—defeated them. With terrifying precision, he had dodged, countered, and subdued e
The silence in Eugene’s hallway had been broken by the sound of Ava’s hand slicing through the air.But it never landed.Mira had caught Ava’s wrist mid-air, her fingers tightening like steel around it. The look on her face wasn’t one of shock or fear—it was something far colder. Steady. Controlled.Ava’s breath hitched, more from surprise than pain, as her hand hovered between them, frozen in Mira’s grip.Mira’s eyes bored into Ava’s with a piercing calmness. “Don’t do that,” she said, her voice dangerously quiet.Ava pulled her hand, but Mira held on a second longer, forcing Ava to hear her.“You’re not going to slap me. Not now, not ever. I’m done letting you think you can touch me or talk down to me like I don’t matter.”The hallway dimmed slightly as clouds passed over the skylight above them, casting long shadows along the floor. Ava’s mouth opened—no words came. The air between them crackled.Mira slowly released Ava’s hand and stepped back, her shoulders squaring, chin li
The hallway outside Alpha Eugene’s study stretched endlessly, cloaked in golden afternoon light spilling through towering windows. But Mira didn’t notice the beauty. She wasn’t admiring the rose gardens blooming in neat rows below, or the distant sound of laughter from the training field. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach, as if holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from shattering. She stood by the third window from the left, her back straight against the cool wall, her breathing shallow.She had been waiting for thirty-seven minutes.Becca had gone into Alpha Eugene’s study to request those three maids br transferred to her.The word echoed again in her mind, a cavern of ache where his presence had once lived.Mira didn’t like waiting, especially when she was all alone. Especially when the silence left room for memories—ones she had buried deep inside her chest. And one had just exploded.Jack’s voice.The memories of what had happened in the gard
Becca’s shoes tapped softly against the polished wooden floor, echoing down the corridor like a countdown she didn’t want to reach the end of. She didn't want to go.Every part of her screamed against it. But she had to. For them.A guard stationed at the study door dipped his head respectfully. “Luna Becca.”She forced a tight smile. “Is he inside?”“Yes, Luna. He’s been in there for hours.”Of course he had. She took a breath and knocked.No answer.She knocked again.Still silence.Finally, her hand closed around the handle, and she pushed open the heavy oak door without waiting for an invitation.The scent of warm cedarwood and spiced parchment greeted her first—Eugene’s scent. It was rich, masculine, enticing and familiar.He sat behind a broad desk of books and scrolls piled around him.A single glass of whiskey sat untouched near his hand. His head was bent as he read something, his eyes scanning the page with furrowed brows. He looked… tired. But still powerful. Still u
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.The audacity.She could still hear the way his voice had snapped, commanding her like she was nothing more than a servant under his authority. Her jaw clenched at the memory."Who does he think he is?" she thought bitterly. "Grabbing me like that? Ordering me around like I’m some slave to his will?"Her hands tightened into fists at her sides as she turned the final corridor toward the infirmary. And as much as she hated herself for even thinking it—a deeper question gnawed at her gut like a parasite.What were Eugene and Seraphina talking about?He had walked out of the Seraphina's quarters like a man possessed, shadowed, and haunted. There had been something in his eyes. Something hollow
Eugene stepped out of Seraphina’s quarters, and the moment the heavy door clicked shut behind him, it felt like a shroud had been lifted from his shoulders. The air was colder out here, freer, but the pressure in his chest remained.His steps were slow, almost unsteady, as he moved down the stone corridor. There was something about Seraphina’s presence—seductive and venomous—that clung to the skin long after she was gone.His mind reeled from everything she had said. He paused at the base of a towering marble column, exhaling hard. The hallway ahead curved slightly, but something in the air shifted, sharpening his senses.Voices.He looked up—and froze.Standing just a few paces away, near the broad arch that led into the inner courtyard, were Max and Becca.Max’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket, his expression unreadable as always. But Becca’s arms were folded across her chest, and her mouth was tight with frustration. Her brows were furrowed, lips pursed l