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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.Evening was slowly settling over the mansion. The sunlight had begun to fade, leaving the sky painted in softer shades as shadows stretched across the grounds.But inside the mansion, nobody was thinking about the beauty of the evening. Everyone knew what was coming.Greta's execution.Jack had been thinking about it for hours. He couldn't allow it to happen, not after everything.He knew Greta had made a terrible mistake, he knew she had disobeyed him, he knew she had nearly destroyed everything they had been trying to keep hidden, but allowing her to be executed wasn't an option.If Greta died, the secret might disappear with her, but Jack also knew that doesn’t mean he should let her die.And, despite everything she had done, he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon her.He had already begun planning her escape.Thanks to Eugene, Jack had access to parts of the mansion and surrounding grounds that most people didn't.That afternoon, he had carefully arranged guards along several
Kaelyn 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.
The soft rustle of silk filled the air as Mira fastened the last golden ornament on Becca’s gown. The scent of jasmine oil lingered in the room, light and comforting, but it did little to settle the storm inside Becca’s chest.“Hold still,” Mira murmured, smoothing the folds of the gown and steppi
The clinking of silverware faded into the low hum of servants clearing plates. The meal had ended, but no one seemed eager to leave.Eugene poured himself another glass of wine, his movements controlled but thoughtful. Max was silent, elbows resting on the table, staring into the flames. Mira, how
The guards pushed them roughly through the gates, chains rattling, their shoes sounding against the ground.Mira’s voice broke the silence. “How could they just stand there? They all saw what he did!”“Fear,” Becca muttered bitterly. “That’s what Desmond feeds on.”Max growled low in his throat.
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







