LOGINGreta's pulse thundered in her ears. The tiny glass vial still hovered above the steaming cup on the silver breakfast tray.She had come here with a plan. All she needed to do was pour the contents of the vial to Eugene's food and Desmond's plan would be in motion.But the universe seemed to always be against her and it led to her getting caught. She could still feel the hand that seized her wrist with surprising strength, tightening her grip."What... do you think you're doing?" She asked again. Greta froze, every muscle in her body went rigid. Slowly, she turned her head.Standing behind her was one of the younger kitchen maids.The girl's brown eyes were fixed on the vial, her grip unwavering despite the fear beginning to creep across her face.For several long seconds, neither woman spoke.The cheerful sounds of celebration echoed faintly from somewhere else in the castle, but inside the kitchen, everything felt unnaturally quiet.Greta forced a smile."Oh, you startled me" she
The joyous atmosphere inside the healer's chambers vanished in an instant.Only moments ago, the room had been filled with relieved smiles, quiet laughter, and the gentle cries of a healthy newborn.Now, panic had taken its place."More bandages!""Hurry!""We're losing too much blood!"The head healer's voice rang through the chamber as healers rushed from one side of the room to the other.Becca lay motionless on the bed. Her skin, once flushed from the strain of labor, had become frighteningly pale.Blood, far too much blood, continued to soak the linens beneath her.Eugene stared at the crimson stain spreading across the bed and for a brief moment, he couldn't move.His voice was barely audible."No...No..."The head healer pressed both hands firmly against Becca's abdomen while another healer hurriedly prepared fresh herbs."Keep pressure here!""Yes, head Healer!""We need more cloth!""It's not stopping!"Eugene finally found his voice."What is happening?" He askes.The head h
Greta walked through the mansion corridors with measured, unhurried steps. Anyone who happened to pass her would have thought she was simply another servant going about her morning duties.No one would have guessed that hidden beneath the folds of her sleeve was a tiny glass vial. Her fingers brushed against it and the cool glass felt heavier than it should have.Desmond's plan echoed in her mind as she remembered what she had overheard from the guard's message to Jack, who had been too much of a coward to do what he was instructed to do.A small smile tugged at her lips."Leave it to everyone else to hesitate. But I won't. I have nothing left to lose" she said.She turned the final corner and arrived outside the mansion kitchens.The moment she stepped inside, a wave of warmth washed over her. Large pots simmered over roaring fires, fresh bread cooled on wooden racks and the rich aroma of roasted meat, herbs, and baked pastries filled the room.Servants hurried in every direction car
Pain was all Becca could feel.Every muscle in her body trembled with exhaustion as she lay against the pillows, her breathing shallow and uneven. Sweat clung to her forehead, damp strands of hair framing her pale face.She felt as though every ounce of strength had been pulled from her body."I...I can't..."She could barely keep her eyes open but the elderly healer gently squeezed her hand."You've done wonderfully, My Lady. You were incredibly brave."Becca wasn't even sure she heard her properly. Everything around her sounded distant, blurred, like she was listening from underwater.Then a tiny cry filled the room. The sound instantly cut through the haze clouding her mind and Becca's heavy eyelids fluttered open.Her lips curved into the faintest smile."My baby..."Another little cry echoed through the healer's chambers and tears welled in Becca's eyes.One of the younger healers carefully wrapped the newborn in a soft cream-colored blanket before turning toward Eugene."My Alph
The corridor outside the healer's chambers had never felt so suffocating.The heavy wooden doors remained firmly shut. Every few moments, muffled voices drifted through from the other side, followed by hurried footsteps as healers moved about inside.Mira couldn't stand still. She paced from one end of the corridor to the other, wringing her hands together.Her heart felt as though it would burst from her chest."Come on, Becca, please be alright" she prayed. She stopped in front of the closed doors."I should be in there" she muttered under her breath.Instead, she was trapped outside, forced to imagine every painful scream Becca must be enduring.Her stomach twisted."I hate this..."Without thinking any further, she reached for the door handle but before she could touch it, a firm but respectful voice stopped her."Mira stop."Mira turned to see Max standing directly in her path. His arms were folded across his broad chest, but there was sympathy in his expression."I'm afraid you
The news spread through Blackwood Mansion with astonishing speed..Every servant seemed to be whispering the same thing."My Lady Becca has gone into labor and the healers have already begun.""The Alpha King hasn't left her side."Jack had only just heard the news himself."What? She went into labor already?" He asked, his eyes widened.One of the young servants nodded excitedly."Just a little while ago, Sir Jack. They rushed her to the healer's chambers not too long ago" he replied. Without another word, Jack turned on his heel."I need to get there."His boots echoed sharply against the polished stone floor as he hurried through the corridors. His heart raced.He had barely rounded the next corner when a voice stopped him."Sir Jack."Jack frowned and looked over his shoulder to see one of the castle guards standing several feet behind him.The man looked unusually uneasy."What is it?"The guard glanced nervously up and down the corridor before lowering his voice."I have a messa
At the far end of the hall, seated upon his stolen throne, was Desmond and he was furious.The sound of his voice rolled through the chamber like thunder.“FOOLS! INCOMPETENT DOGS!”The line of guards before him flinched as they knelt. Their faces were pale, their eyes fixed on the polished floor.
The faint smell of iron and despair clung to the air, and the torches on the walls hissed softly, their light flickering against cold stones. Becca stood before the iron bars, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. The moment she saw him, all the fear, all the doubt, all the sleepless nights waiting
Desmond stood in his chambers, bare-chested, the weight of his new crown resting on the table beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the polished glass of the window.“It feels good,” he murmured. “Better than I ever imagined.”From across the room, Seraphina laug
Eugene could feel his heart hammering in his temples as he steadied his claws, his breaths uneven. Becca was beside him, panting, her chest rising and falling as she watched the chaos unfolding. Max stood not too far from Eugene, his wolf eyes burning with determination, and Mira crouched low beh







