LOGINFeelings That Refused to DisappearMira stormed through the hallway. Her footsteps echoed against the polished floor as she moved faster than she probably should have.Her mind was a mess, completely filled with thoughts of Greta, Jack, the dead maid, Max and concern for Becca and Eugene’s relationship.There were simply too many things happening at once but of all of them, one thing irritated her the most.Greta.Mira still couldn't believe what had happened in that storage room. She could still remember the sight of the dead maid and the fact that Greta had been the cause of all of it.She wished Greta had just handled ger business without dragging poor Jack into it.Mira clenched her fists. She had wanted to find Max earlier, but now she wanted to find him even more.She needed answers, she needed to know what he was doing about the missing maid and, more importantly, she needed to know why Greta seemed to be hiding something."Where is that man?" Mira muttered.She turned another
Jack could feel the chill of the eerie dungeon settling against his skin as he walked through the narrow stone passage beside Seraphina. The torches mounted along the walls flickered with every passing breeze, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor.Neither of them spoke. They actually had nothing to talk about aside the fact that Desmond had done something completely insane to Jack by throwing him under the bus.And that was despicable, considering the fact that they were now working together.Jack's jaw remained tightly clenched. He had spent the entire walk thinking about what he wanted to say to Desmond.He was angry.No.Angry wasn't even enough to describe it. That word would be too calm to explain the pure rage of burning fire in Jack’s gut.Desmond had deliberately given Eugene information that had put Jack under suspicion. He had allowed Max to interrogate him and had nearly gotten him arrested for something he hadn't done.And Jack wanted answers.Seraphina finall
Greta had learned one important thing since the previous night.She needed to act normal.No matter what was happening inside her head, she couldn't allow anyone to see it. So she walked through the mansion as though nothing had happened.Her face remained composed as she carried a basket of folded linens through the hallway. She greeted the servants she passed and even managed a polite smile when one of the maids spoke to her.Inside, however, her heart was pounding.The maid is dead.Every time the thought entered her mind, she pushed it away.She couldn't afford to think about it, she couldn't afford to look frightened and most importantly, she couldn't afford to give Max a reason to suspect her."Greta."She stopped and her heart jumped. Slowly, she turned. Max stood at the end of the hallway with three guards behind him.Greta forced herself to smile."Beta Max.""Come with me” he said plainly.She glanced at the guards."Why?""I need to ask you some questions” he replied.Greta
Becca remained completely still as Eugene's words seemed to hang in the air between them."Tyler is in love with you."She stared at him, unable to immediately process what he had just said. She slowly looked toward the cradle beside her."I didn't know" she said.Eugene's expression hardened."You didn't?" He asked."No, I didn't" she answered. "You never suspected anything?"Becca hesitated."Perhaps...I noticed he was different with me" she said.Eugene's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened and Becca noticed."You asked me to be honest" she said."I am listening" he replied. "Tyler always seemed concerned about me and I thought that was simply because he's a good person" she explained. Eugene scoffed."Apparently, it was more than that" he said.Becca sighed."I suppose I should have guessed."Eugene's eyes sharpened."You should have" he replied firmly. Becca looked at him."But I'm not angry" she said.That immediately caught Eugene's attention."You're not? Why?" He asked.She
Jack had barely made it halfway down the hallway before his anger began to boil over. His footsteps struck the polished stone floor with enough force to announce his frustration to anyone nearby.He had been released but instead of feeling relieved, he felt furious. His hands curled into fists."Desmond."There was no doubt in his mind..Whatever information had reached Alpha King Eugene about the missing maid had come from Desmond and Jack knew his former master well enough to understand that Desmond never did anything without a reason.He threw me under the bus.Jack's jaw tightened. After everything he'd done, this was how Desmond repaid him? By making him look like a murderer?"I should have known better," Jack muttered.He continued walking, but after a few steps, some footsteps caught his attention.Jack glanced over his shoulder to see a guard was walking behind him, not close enough to look obvious, but close enough.Jack's eyes narrowed."Max, you bastard"Of course. Max didn'
Becca rested against the pillows, one hand resting protectively over the blanket covering her legs. Her body was still weak, and every movement reminded her that she had only recently survived childbirth and a frightening loss of blood.But she was smiling. Her son was sleeping peacefully in his little cradle beside her.After Mira had come back, she sat nearby, sorting through a few things the maids had brought for Becca.Becca glanced toward the doorway."Where did you go?" She asked.Mira looked up and hesitated."I went to speak with Alpha King Eugene" she answered. Becca's eyebrows rose."Why?""Because of Jack" she replied. Becca immediately became concerned."What happened to Jack?" She asked. Mira sighed."He was arrested. They accused him of having something to do with the missing maid" she explained. Becca stared at her."Jack? That's ridiculous" she said. "What did Eugene say?""He said he hadn't authorized the arrest so he was definitely angry" she answered. Becca fro
The dungeon beneath Blackwood estate was a place without sunlight.The air was damp and heavy, thick with the scent of mold, rust, and despair. Eugene raised his head slightly, his hair catching what little light there was.His eyes, though dimmed by exhaustion, still carried that unmistakable gli
The torches along the hallway brought light as Jack moved quietly, his shoes striking the floor. The air here always felt heavy now. Since Desmond’s coup, everything had changed. Blackwood was no longer a place of strength and honor, it was a pack of fear. Jack turned a corner and stopped. A sh
Max had been awake since dawn, his head pounding faintly from the night’s wine. Sleep had evaded him, replaced instead by Mira’s face and that look of disappointment that cut deeper than anything.Now, dressed up, he walked through the hallway with purpose.He wasn’t doing this because he cared abo
The morning light cut through the heavy drapes of the Alpha’s chambers, piercing straight into Eugene’s skull like sharpened blades. He stirred, groaning softly, his hand pressing against his temple as a deep headache pulsed behind his eyes. The world around him was a blur and he wasn’t sure wha







