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 sun blazed warmly over the courtyard of Blackwood mansion. Mira stood among the laundry maids, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, hands working as she helped peg down the corners of Becca’s bed linens. Though she was not required to join such work, she found the rhythm of it calming, her heart unburdened for the first time in days. She lifted one of the sheets with another maid, shaking it out before they pinned it securely to the rope. The scent of sun-dried cotton mingled with the chatter of the maids. They spoke in hushed tones, mostly about Becca, about her beauty, her kindness, and her recent kidnap. Some whispered about the tension between Becca and Alpha Eugene, others speculated on whether their bond would survive the storm of whispers that spread through the pack. Mira kept silent at first, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had no wish to fuel gossip, but inside her chest, a thought pulsed, persistent and sharp. If only Becca would soften toward Eugene, if o
Ava’s posture was rigid, her arms folded across her chest, eyes gleaming. Seraphina, calm but no less sharp, stood with her hands on her stomach, her expression unreadable yet her aura carrying the weight of unspoken words. “You know this isn’t right, Alpha Eugene,” Ava’s voice broke the silence first. “Brian shouldn’t be here.” Max’s head snapped toward her. “Not right? He kidnapped Becca. He and his dogs dragged her away like prey. Don’t stand here and act like he’s some misunderstood wolf nursing a broken heart.” “I didn’t say he was innocent,” Ava countered, her eyes flashing with frustration. “But Alpha Eugene, you destroyed his pack. You wiped them out as though their lives were insignificant and now you expect him to sit quietly without lashing out?” Eugene’s jaw clenched, his silence heavy. He met Ava’s gaze briefly before shifting it to Seraphina, whose calm eyes were no less accusing. Seraphina spoke, her voice low and deliberate. “She’s right. The pack are watching
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 him. His men had dragged her to him, helpless in the woods, and he had hesitated. He could have ended it all in that single moment. He ground his teeth. "Why didn’t I kill her?" Hatred coursed through Brian’s veins, hot and blinding. He wanted to rip Eugene apart piece by piece. He wanted to see Becca suffer, to watch her break under the same torment he endured. He wanted their pack, their whole wretched pack, to burn until nothing remained but ash. The creak of metal jolted him from his thoughts. The dungeon door groaned open. Heavy footsteps echoed across the stone floor, reverberating through the silence. The rogues stirred, some hissing insults, others falling into nervous quiet.
The morning air carried the smell of steel as Eugene walked across the stone courtyard with Max at his side. He had tried to forget about last night with Becca but it was a battle he kept loosing. He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight, shoulders rolling with tension. His shoes clicked against the ground, the rhythm sharp, almost angry. Max kept pace beside him, his expression calm but observant. He knew Eugene’s moods as though they were his own. “Brian and the other rogues still aren’t talking,” Max said, his tone serious, though his eyes flickered sideways to measure Eugene’s silence. “We’ve tried every method short of force. They just sit there. None of them give a damn about their lives, apparently.” Eugene grunted but didn’t answer. Max continued. “It’s strange, though. They’re too calm for men who know they’ll be executed if they don’t cooperate. Makes me think they’re waiting for something or someone.” Eugene’s brows knit, but his mind drifted back to the image of Bec
The morning sun crept through the tall windows of Becca’s chamber, golden beams slipping past the velvet drapes to rest upon the floor. The mansion walls were silent save for the distant sound of hooves in the courtyard and the faint clink of armor as guards changed shifts. Becca sat on the cushioned bench by the window, her knees tucked to her chest, chin resting upon them. Her hair, tangled from a restless night, fell around her face like a dark veil. Her eyes were fixed outside, but her thoughts were miles away, turning endlessly, dragging her back into the moment that had shattered her composure. The words still rang in her ears like the echo of a slap. The memory replayed in brutal detail: the way his face tightened, how the storm gathered in his eyes, his jaw grinding as though he had to swallow down words too heavy to say. And then, just like that, he had left her chamber. The door had closed behind him, not with a slam, but with that quiet, heavy finality that cut dee
The forest was finally behind them. The night air, thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and the lingering growls of defeated rogues, gave way to the heavy silence of the mansion’s courtyard. Guards hurried ahead with torches, their boots striking stone as they dragged Alpha Brian and his surviving rogues in chains. Becca walked at the center of the group, Mira’s arm wrapped protectively around her. Brian’s guttural voice tore through the night as the guards shoved him forward. “You’ll regret this, Eugene! You think this is victory?!” His words were venom, spitting rage. “I’ll see both of you pay for what your unstable wolf did to my people!” The sound of his hatred clawed into Becca’s mind. Her steps faltered, and instinctively she tightened her grip on Mira’s sleeve, her knuckles white. Mira glanced down, instantly noticing. “Don’t listen to him. He’s trying to unnerve you. You’re safe now.” Becca swallowed hard, nodding, though her body still leaned into Mira as though he