LOGINThe silence inside the healer’s chamber felt unbearable.Becca stood frozen near the doorway, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as though she was physically trying to stop herself from falling apart.She hated that the moment she had walked into this room and seen Eugene awake, sitting there alive and breathing and looking at her again, everything she had rehearsed saying disappeared.Before entering the healer’s chamber, she had been furious. She had imagined storming in, demanding answers but then she had seen him alive and suddenly all the anger had tangled painfully with relief."This is your child, Alpha Eugene" Kaelyn finally said.Eugene looked completely overwhelmed. His gaze kept moving between Becca and Kaelyn like he still couldn’t fully process what was happening.The baby stirred softly in Kaelyn’s arms again. The sound somehow made the tension inside the room worse.Eugene rubbed his face slowly.“This doesn’t make sense" he said.Kaelyn’s expression remained calm.
The healer’s chamber smelled strongly of herbs, crushed leaves, and medicinal oils.Candles flickered softly around the room, casting warm light against shelves lined with bottles and ancient healing tools. Outside the tall windows, the cool colours of the sky stretched endlessly across the pack, but inside the chamber, tension quietly lingered beneath the surface.Eugene sat upright against the large bed, shirtless except for the fresh bandages wrapped around his torso.Though most of his injuries had healed significantly, traces of the brutal duel still marked his body.Dark bruises shadowed parts of his ribs, long claw marks stretched across his shoulder and the deep wound Desmond had inflicted on his chest remained faintly visible beneath healing skin.But compared to how close he had been to death, It was miraculous. It would take a lot more than these kind of injuries to put Eugene down permanently. The elderly healer moved around him carefully, pressing glowing herbs against h
The 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
Mira had not slept. Her body had lain on the thin mattress in the servants’ quarters, her eyes closed, her breathing slow enough to fool anyone watching but her mind had stayed awake thinking about that scent that had seemed familiar.She could still feel it in her nose and no matter how hard she t
Seraphina had never been known for patience but today, the anger inside her was something else entirely.It coiled in her chest like a living thing, tightening with every step she took through the halls of Blackwood Mansion.The mansion felt different when she was angry.Maids pressed themselves ag
The weight of being watched never left Eugene’s shoulders.Even as he and Max moved through pack town with measured steps, their baskets filling with supplies which comprised of dried meat, medicinal herbs wrapped in cloth, bandages, and rope, the sensation crawled along his spine like a second ski
The door had shut with a sharp, echoing thud and silence rushed in immediately enveloping the space.Becca stood rigid in the center of the bedchambers, her shoulders squared, her chin lifted in defiance that she refused to let crack. She could feel the weight of the room pressing on her with its







