LOGINThe tension in the garden felt suffocating.The evening breeze that once carried the sweet scent of flowers now seemed sharp against the skin, unable to soften the storm brewing between the two women standing face to face.Becca’s fingers remained tightly wrapped around Kaelyn’s arm and neither of them moved. The maid holding the baby looked seconds away from bursting into tears from fear alone.Mira stood beside Becca anxiously, her heart pounding harder the longer the confrontation continued.She hated Kaelyn but seeing Becca like this made something ache inside her chest.“Becca, let go of her” Mira said carefully, stepping closer.“No" she replied without even looking at her.Kaelyn’s expression remained calm despite the obvious discomfort in her arm.The baby cried softly again then Kaelyn finally spoke quietly.“You’re scaring him” she said.Mira instantly touched Becca’s shoulder gently.“Please stop" she pleaded. Becca’s breathing trembled unevenly.“I can’t look at her witho
Becca sat alone on the stone bench beneath the large willow tree near the center of the garden, her hands tightly clasped together in her lap.The evening breeze brushed gently against her hair, but even that felt irritating.Her thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning and the more she tried not to think about Kaelyn, the worse it became.Becca closed her eyes briefly but instantly, Kaelyn’s voice replayed inside her head.“He is the father of my son.”Her stomach twisted painfully.“No” she whispered quietly to herself.She didn’t want to believe it.The sound of footsteps approaching made her tense slightly. She already knew who it was before looking.Mira approached slowly, carrying two cups of warm herbal tea in her hands. Her expression softened immediately when she saw Becca sitting there alone.“You disappeared" she said calmly. Becca stared ahead quietly.“I wanted silence” she replied. Mira sat beside her gently.“I figured.”She handed one of the cups toward Becca who accepted it
Becca sat alone on the stone bench beneath the large willow tree near the center of the garden, her hands tightly clasped together in her lap.The evening breeze brushed gently against her hair, but even that felt irritating.Her thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning and the more she tried not to think about Kaelyn, the worse it became.Becca closed her eyes briefly but instantly, Kaelyn’s voice replayed inside her head.“He is the father of my son.”Her stomach twisted painfully.“No” she whispered quietly to herself.She didn’t want to believe it.The sound of footsteps approaching made her tense slightly. She already knew who it was before looking.Mira approached slowly, carrying two cups of warm herbal tea in her hands. Her expression softened immediately when she saw Becca sitting there alone.“You disappeared" she said calmly. Becca stared ahead quietly.“I wanted silence” she replied. Mira sat beside her gently.“I figured.”She handed one of the cups toward Becca who accepted it
The dungeon beneath the mansion was colder than usual.Moisture dripped steadily from the stone walls, creating soft echoes that stretched endlessly through the underground corridors. The former Alpha King sat heavily on the stone bench inside the largest cell, his body covered in bandages from the healer’s chamber. Bruises darkened his jaw and neck while several cuts remained visible across his arms despite treatment.But the pain in his body meant nothing compared to the wound to his pride.Seraphina paced the small dungeon cell like a caged animal.Her once flawless appearance had crumbled completely over the events of the day. Loose strands of hair framed her tense face, and the elegant gown she wore earlier now looked wrinkled from stress and exhaustion.Ava sat in the corner quietly, hugging her knees while anxiety filled her features.Seraphina suddenly stopped pacing.“This is ridiculous. We should not be down here" she said, her voice echoing sharply through the dungeon.Des
Kaelyn’s expression remained composed as Max escorted her through the enormous hallway of the mansion.The baby rested quietly against her chest, wrapped carefully in dark blue fabric. Occasionally, the child stirred softly, but Kaelyn adjusted him instinctively every single time.She looked exhausted beneath her calm exterior but she refused to show weakness.They continued walking through the long corridor then Max finally spoke.“You understand why nobody trusts you.”Kaelyn looked ahead calmly.“Yes, but I didn’t come here to earn trust” she replied.Max slowed slightly beside her.“Then why did you come?”Kaelyn looked down briefly at the child in her arms. Something softer flickered in her eyes for only a moment.“He deserves to know his father.”The answer unsettled Max more than if she had sounded manipulative but she sounded sincere and Max hated that possibility.They eventually reached one of the guest chambers deep inside the mansion’s eastern wing then Max pushed the door
The hall descended into complete chaos. Shock rippled through every corner of the chamber like a violent storm, crashing through the carefully rebuilt stability of the pack.No one had expected this.Kaelyn stood calmly in the center of the destruction she had caused, holding her child like the world around her wasn’t collapsing.Becca still couldn’t move, her body felt frozen, her chest tight. The words continued replaying inside her head over and over again.Mira was the first to fully snap out of the shock.“What?”Her voice rang sharply through the hall and Kaelyn slowly looked toward her.Mira stepped closer, her eyes blazing with disbelief.“What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”Kaelyn didn’t flinch.“It isn’t nonsense” she replied. Max finally spoke too.“This has to be a lie" he said.Desmond suddenly laughed. His chained hands rested against his knees while amusement flickered across his bruised face.“Well, this day just keeps improving" he said.Becca finally found
The garden shimmered under the silver hue of the moonlight, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. Becca knelt beside Eugene's unconscious form, panic tightening in her chest as she touched his forehead—clammy and warm. His breaths were shallow and erratic which only meant that his lif
Moonlight spilled across the polished floors of Luna Seraphina’s lavish chambers, casting long shadows that danced with each flicker of candlelight. Seraphina sat poised on a velvet chaise, the deep res fabric molding elegantly to her frame. In her hand, a crystal wine glass shimmered with golde
The long, echoing hallways of the Blackwood Pack mansion shimmered faintly with the glow of morning light filtering through the tall arched windows. The once-chaotic rhythm of the estate had slowed, subdued into an eerie calm. Luna Seraphina walked gracefully, her heels clicking against the polis
The grand hall of the Vargus mansion was an architectural marvel—one carved from centuries of tradition and drenched in silent intimidation.A red carpet the color of fresh blood split the room in half, leading directly to an elevated dais, where Alpha King Thessarion sat upon his iron throne.Becc







