LOGINThe moment Alpha King Eugene entered the dining hall, Becca's eyes briefly met his but only for a second.She immediately looked away. She wasn't ready to deal with him, not after everything that had happened that morning.Instead, Becca turned her attention toward the nurse maid standing nearby with her son."Is he comfortable?" she asked softly.The nurse maid smiled."Yes, Luna. He's calm” she answered.Becca nodded."Make sure he's properly supported” she instructed."Of course."Becca leaned slightly closer to her baby. The small child shifted in the nurse maid's arms, and Becca's expression softened.For the moment, that was all she wanted to focus on, her son, not Eugene, Kaelyn or the uncomfortable conversation waiting between her and her mate.Eugene noticed as his eyes remained on Becca for several moments.He had expected her to look at him, perhaps even acknowledge him. Instead, she had deliberately turned her attention elsewhere.He couldn't blame her, but it still hurt.
Greta froze and for a moment, she couldn't even breathe. Max stood directly in front of her, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach twist.He had seen her, there was no doubt about it, but Greta wasn't ready to give up.She quickly forced a confused expression onto her face."Beta Max?"Max didn't move."What did you put in the soup?" He asked.Greta blinked."I don't know what you're talking about” she said innocently.Max's jaw tightened."I asked you a question so answer me” he demanded.Greta glanced toward the nearby maids. She needed to stay calm. She couldn't allow herself to panic."I was only helping in the kitchen” she said.Max looked toward the bowl of soup behind her."You were standing over Mira's food” he said.Greta shook her head."I wasn't doing anything.""I saw you” he insisted."You must have misunderstood what you saw” she argued.Max's eyes narrowed."Misunderstood?""Yes." Greta gave a nervous little laugh. "I was simply stirring the soup
Becca sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring down at her hands. She had been sitting there for several minutes without saying a word.Her mind was still replaying the scene from earlier that morning.She wasn't sure whether she had been right not to listen, but at that moment, she hadn't trusted herself to hear anything he had to say without becoming even more upset.She was still angry, she was hurt and she was jealous.She hated admitting that last part, even to herself, but she couldn't deny it.The thought of another woman spending the night in Eugene's room had unsettled her in a way she hadn't expected.Especially Kaelyn.Becca slowly exhaled. She wasn't ready to face Eugene again.Not yet."You're thinking too much” Mira's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.Becca looked up to see Mira standing nearby, watching her carefully."I'm fine” she said.Mira raised an eyebrow."You've said that three times already” she said."Because I am” Becca insisted.Mira walked closer."B
Greta moved quietly through the mansion corridors, keeping her head lowered as she made her way toward the kitchen.She wasn't in a hurry.Hurrying would only make her look suspicious.Instead, she forced herself to maintain the calm, ordinary pace of a maid who had somewhere to be and nothing to hide. But beneath the calm expression on her face, her mind was racing.She had only one goal that morning.Every few steps, Greta glanced over her shoulder. She needed to be certain that nobody was following her.The mansion was unusually busy that morning. Maids moved through the corridors carrying folded clothes, trays, and fresh linens. Guards stood at different points along the hallways, while servants hurried about their morning duties.There were too many eyes, too many opportunities for someone to notice her and Greta couldn't afford a mistake.She reached the corner leading toward the kitchen and slowed down. She looked behind her one last time and the corridor was empty.Good.Greta
The morning sun hung gently over the mansion grounds, casting a warm golden glow across the garden.Tyler had been working for most of the morning.He had spent the last few hours tending to the flowers, trimming some of the overgrown branches, pulling out weeds, and making sure everything looked as beautiful as it possibly could.It was one of the few things that gave him peace, away from the tension inside the mansion.Eventually, Tyler decided to take a short break.He leaned against the wooden handle of the gardening tool in his hand and lifted his gaze toward the flower beds.The flowers swayed gently beneath the soft breeze.Pink petals danced beside white ones, while the taller flowers bent slightly with every passing gust before returning to their original positions.Tyler watched them quietly and for a moment, everything seemed peaceful.He wished his life could feel that simple. Instead, his thoughts inevitably returned to Becca.He remembered the conversation they had share
Max kept his eyes Jack, his penetrating gaze fixed on the one man that had been the bane of his flesh for as long as he could remember.For several seconds, neither one of them said a word and who could blame them. The entire situation was not the most common, especially considering the fact that the woman both of them loved had spent the night in the one of their rooms while the other had been stuck, made to listen to her moans all night.It would’ve been absolute torture.The silence between them was suffocating. Jack stood near the center of his room, his expression hardening as he looked at Max, who had finally stepped out of the wardrobe after hiding there throughout the night.Max didn't bother explaining himself, he didn't apologize, he didn't even attempt to justify why he had been hiding inside Jack's wardrobe in the first place.What was there to say?He had heard enough, far more than he ever wanted to hear.Every sound from the previous night had burned itself into his mem
Becca’s hands were still shaking but not from fear. She only felt rage now and it directed at one person who had dared to cross her.The army commander’s words echoed in her head again and again, each one sinking deeper like a blade meant to humiliate rather than kill.He had the guts to call Eugen
Becca woke slowly, dragged out of sleep by a dull ache that seemed to live in her bones.It was the kind of ache that wasn’t born of injury alone, but of tension held too long. Her body felt heavy, as though the bed itself had swallowed her halfway, reluctant to leave her alone.Becca’s stomach twi
Becca walked quickly, not because she was afraid but because if she slowed down, she would start thinking and if that happened, she would start remembering Seraphina’s face in the garden.That cold, perfectly composed face twisted by fury mixed with her harsh words."You are nothing here."Becca’s
The night held its breath.Torches burned along the stone walls of the hideout, their flames flickering violently as if even fire could sense the fury brewing between the Alphas standing face to face. The cold air was thick with tension, so thick it felt like it could be cut with a blade.Eugene s







