LOGINBecca struggled against Desmond’s hold, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven bursts as his arm locked tightly around her waist. His grip was strong, unyielding, possessive, and suffocating. His fingers dug into her side just enough to remind her that he wasn’t holding her gently, he was restraining her.“Let me go! Desmond, I swear to you—” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage as she twisted in his arms. “You’ll do nothing, because if you do, I will enjoy watching him suffer for it" Desmond cut in smoothly, though there was a dangerous edge beneath his arrogance. His lips curved into a smug smile as his gaze flickered toward Eugene. Becca froze for half a second but it was enough. Eugene saw it and it enraged him.“Get your hands off her.” Eugene’s voice came out low, rough, and filled with something far more dangerous than anger.It was promise.Desmond chuckled, tightening his hold on Becca deliberately, almost as if to provoke him further. “Or what?” he asked lazily. “
The hall trembled, not from the weight of footsteps, but from the sheer intensity of two Alphas standing on the brink of war.Becca swallowed hard, her fingers curling slightly as she stood beside Mira.“Becca, we need to move back” Mira whispered, her voice low but urgent, her eyes fixed on the unfolding storm before them. Becca didn’t respond immediately, her gaze was locked on Eugene, on the way his shoulders squared, his stance grounded, his presence expanding, filling every inch of the room.He looked terrifying, not just angry and it made something deep inside her chest ache.“Becca,” Mira said again, tugging her slightly this time and that pulled her out of it.Becca nodded faintly, stepping back with Mira, giving Eugene the battlefield he clearly intended to claim.“I trust him,” Becca murmured under her breath.Mira glanced at her.“I know,” she replied quietly. Across the hall, Seraphina’s fingers dug into her own arms as she watched the distance widen between Becca and Eu
The tension in the hall was thick enough to cut with a knife. Becca, Eugene, and Mira stood back to back, their bodies forming a defensive circle as the guards slowly closed in on them, their weapons drawn, their eyes full of malice.Eugene’s breath came in slow, deliberate bursts, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his anger and his determination. His chains were now broken, his strength had shattered them with ease, but the pressure around them had not eased. Desmond’s guards were prepared to make sure Eugene paid the price for the public humiliation he had just inflicted upon their Alpha King.“Step back!” one of the guards shouted, his voice harsh and commanding. His eyes burned with a hatred for Eugene that seemed to intensify with each passing second.But Eugene didn’t move, he couldn’t. Not with Becca and Mira standing so close behind him. "Don’t do it, you’ll regret it if you lay another finger on us” Eugene growled, his eyes dark with fury. His voice, laced
The chains around Eugene’s wrists rattled violently as he surged forward again, his entire body straining against the restraints.Guards rushed closer instinctively, the air itself seemed to crack under the force of his aura.Becca finally broke free, stumbling back as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her entire body shaking.Her eyes burned with rage.“You bastard!” she shouted.Desmond only smirked, satisfied, because he had done exactly what he wanted but before he could speak, Becca’s hand landed very hardly on his face and his head snapped to the other side. For a moment, the entire hall seemed to stop breathing.The echo of Becca’s slap against Desmond’s face still lingered in the air, impossible to ignore.Becca’s chest rose and fell heavily, her palm still tingling from the force of the impact. Her eyes burned with defiance while Desmond stood utterly still.His head was slightly turned from the force of the slap, his jaw clenched, a faint red mark blooming acro
The silence that followed Eugene’s outburst was suffocating. It pressed in from all sides, thick and heavy, as though the very air had grown wary of what might happen next.No one moved, no one spoke, even the music had stopped completely.All eyes were on Eugene, the Alpha in chains, who still somehow felt more powerful than the one standing free.Desmond felt the shift. He saw it in the subtle steps backward from the crowd, in the flickers of uncertainty in the visiting Alphas’ eyes, in the way even his own guards stood a little more rigid, a little more alert and most of all, he hated it.His gaze sharpened as it locked onto Eugene.A slow smile spread across his lips, but this time, it was colder.“Impressive, even now, you try to command a room that no longer belongs to you” he said again, but the amusement in his voice had dulled into something sharper. Eugene didn’t respond, he didn’t need to. That silence alone felt like defiance.Desmond exhaled softly through his nose, then
The moment Becca stepped into the grand hall, her heart shattered.Conversations had stopped and laughter had turnexd into murmurs. Every gaze was drawn toward the center of the room where Eugene was in chains.Heavy iron restraints wrapped around his wrists and ankles, glowing faintly with enchantments meant to suppress his strength but none of that dimmed the aura radiating from him.Mira was beside him, her wrists bound as well, her hair messy, her breathing uneven, but her chin was lifted high in stubborn pride despite everything.Becca’s chest tightened painfully.“Eugene…” she whispered, her voice trembling.Brian’s hand closed firmly around her arm, stopping her from taking another step forward.“Don’t, you’ll only make things worse” he muttered under his breath. Becca pulled her arm slightly, glaring at him. “Let go of me.”“No.”Her nails dug into her palm as she forced herself to look away from him and back at Eugene and that was when he saw her.Everything in him stilled.
The late afternoon sun began its slow descent beyond the treetops, painting the sky in shades of rose and amber. In the upper wing of the grand mansion, Becca stood shrouded in shadow behind a tall window draped with heavy crimson curtains. She had intended to take a moment for herself, to gather
The carriage rocked gently over the uneven cobblestone path, the rhythmic clatter of hooves striking the earth creating a soft, steady beat beneath the silence that hung heavily in the air. The four passengers inside said little, the weight of the past few days thick between them like a fog that r
The morning sun filtered through the high glass windows of the mansion, casting golden shards of light across the marble floors. Birds chirped beyond the garden walls, the air still thick with dew and the musky scent of old roses. It should have been an ordinary day. Peaceful and predictable.But
Becca stepped into the courtyard outside the infirmary, the morning sun just peeking above the treetops, spilling pale gold across the clearing. She stood there for a moment, the cool air nipping at her cheeks, letting it seep into her lungs like a balm. But even the freshness of morning couldn’t







