ログイン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
Mira hurried through the corridors of the mansion, barely paying attention to the maids and guards she passed along the way.The moment she had remembered Becca was supposed to be moving back into Alpha King Eugene’s room, guilt had settled heavily in her chest.She had promised herself she would be there.She should have been there to help Becca with her belongings, to make sure she didn't overexert herself after everything she had been through.But she had been distracted by Jack and by everything surrounding him.Mira quickened her steps as she approached Eugene's room. When she finally reached the familiar doors, she saw that they were already open.She stopped for a moment.Alpha King Eugene stood near the center of the room, fully dressed in his usual royal attire. His hair was neatly arranged, his expression serious, and several documents were tucked beneath one arm.He looked like he was preparing to leave for his study but something about the room immediately felt wrong.Mira
Kaelyn walked through the hallway with a satisfied smile on her face. She could still remember the look on Becca's face when she had opened the door that morning.The shock, the confusion, the jealousy that Becca had tried so desperately to hide. Kaelyn had seen all of it and even better, Eugene had seen it too.For the first time in a long while, Kaelyn felt as though things were finally moving in the direction she wanted.Becca might pretend that she didn't care, but Kaelyn had seen her eyes. She had seen the way Becca looked at her and Kaelyn knew jealousy could be turned into something much more powerful.She was still thinking about it when she approached the door to her room then she heard voices.Kaelyn slowed down. She stopped just outside the door."We need to move faster” Seraphina's voice was low, but Kaelyn could still hear her clearly."Move faster with what?" Ava asked."Everything. We can't keep waiting."Kaelyn's smile slowly disappeared. She leaned slightly closer to
Becca stood in the middle of the room, trying very hard to concentrate on anything except Kaelyn."Put that over there."She pointed toward the large cabinet near the window."Yes, Luna.""And the baby's things should go beside the crib. Please be careful with those."The maids moved around the room, carrying the belongings that had been brought from the healer's chambers.Her eyes briefly drifted toward the couch then toward the bed but she quickly looked away. She didn't want to think about it. She absolutely did not want to imagine what might have happened during the night.Eugene had told her nothing. In fact, he had behaved as though everything was perfectly normal.That almost made it worse.Becca glanced at him. Eugene was standing nearby, watching the maids organize everything. He looked completely calm.Becca's eyes moved toward Kaelyn who was standing near the bed and she was practically glowing. There was something about her expression that irritated Becca immediately.She
The air in Becca’s clinic was thick with antiseptics and dread. The scent of sterile gauze and alcohol burned her nostrils, but nothing stung more than the sight of the broken body lying on the stretcher in the center of the room. The spy had been barely alive when she, Eugene and Jack found him—b
The hallway was unnaturally quiet, a hush that pressed against Kaelyn’s ears like the calm before a deadly storm. She moved slowly, each step hesitant but deliberate, her fingers grazing along the stone wall as if to anchor herself. Eugene’s duel with Desmond was maybe hours away or more. Nobody
The clang of steel echoed through the training grounds, sharp and relentless like a thunderclap that never ceased. The air was heavy with sweat, tension, and the grit of determination. The sun lined the outer rim of the sparring field, casting long flickering shadows across the two figures locked
The morning sun clung lazily to the edge of the stone courtyard, casting golden light over the pale tiles that stretched across the space like a still sea. The wind carried with it the faint scent of dew and steel—metal being sharpened in preparation, stone grinding under footfalls. Eugene stood







