เข้าสู่ระบบThe noise coming from the corridors was impossible to ignore. Kaelyn had been sitting comfortably in her room with Seraphina and Ava when the first sounds reached them.There were hurried footsteps outside, guards moving quickly through the mansion.Something was clearly happening.Kaelyn lifted her head from where she sat, her attention immediately drawn toward the door.“What is going on?” she asked.Ava, who had been standing near the window, turned toward the hallway.“I don't know.”Seraphina's expression remained calm, but there was a slight crease between her brows.“For goodness' sake,” she muttered. “It is probably because of Greta.”Kaelyn looked at her.“Greta?”“Her execution,” Seraphina reminded her. “It was supposed to happen tonight. Perhaps the guards are simply preparing everything.”Kaelyn slowly nodded. That made sense. After everything that had happened at breakfast, the entire mansion had been waiting for Greta's punishment.Still, the amount of noise seemed exces
Eugene moved quickly through the corridor. The loud sounds coming from the dungeon had immediately caught his attention, and several guards had already begun rushing toward the lower level.He followed them without hesitation. Whatever had happened, he needed to know.The mansion had been unusually tense all day.First, there had been the discovery of Greta's attempt to poison Mira. Then Eugene had sentenced her to death, believing that her actions were connected to something much bigger than simple hatred.He had expected the execution to bring some measure of closure. Instead, the commotion coming from the dungeon suggested that something had gone terribly wrong.Eugene descended the stone staircase two steps at a time. The farther he went, the louder the voices became.The moment Eugene reached the dungeon entrance, he noticed several guards gathered outside one of the cells.Their expressions were tense but they immediately bowed."Alpha King."Eugene's eyes moved between them."W
Evening was slowly settling over the mansion. The sunlight had begun to fade, leaving the sky painted in softer shades as shadows stretched across the grounds.But inside the mansion, nobody was thinking about the beauty of the evening. Everyone knew what was coming.Greta's execution.Jack had been thinking about it for hours. He couldn't allow it to happen, not after everything.He knew Greta had made a terrible mistake, he knew she had disobeyed him, he knew she had nearly destroyed everything they had been trying to keep hidden, but allowing her to be executed wasn't an option.If Greta died, the secret might disappear with her, but Jack also knew that doesn’t mean he should let her die.And, despite everything she had done, he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon her.He had already begun planning her escape.Thanks to Eugene, Jack had access to parts of the mansion and surrounding grounds that most people didn't.That afternoon, he had carefully arranged guards along several
Kaelyn spent the better part of the afternoon looking for Tyler. She had already checked the garden, the training grounds and several of the corridors where she knew he sometimes passed after completing his duties.She was beginning to get impatient.She needed to speak with him. The plan depended on him and after everything that had happened in the dining hall, she knew she needed to keep him motivated.Eventually, she found him near the far end of the gardens. He was standing beside one of the stone pathways, looking out over the grounds.Kaelyn smiled to herself then approached him slowly."Tyler."He turned then his expression changed slightly when he saw her."Kaelyn” he greeted.She stopped beside him."I've been looking for you. I wanted to talk” she said.Tyler glanced around."About what?"Kaelyn lowered her voice."Becca."His attention immediately sharpened."What about her?" He asked.Kaelyn smiled faintly."Things aren't going well between her and Alpha Eugene. I saw them
For several moments after Mira finished speaking, Becca couldn't say anything, she simply stared at her. Her mind was struggling to process everything she had just heard.Greta had killed the maid, Jack had helped cover it up and somehow, Mira had become involved because she wanted to protect Jack.It was far more complicated than Becca had imagined."Wait” Becca finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're telling me Greta was the one who killed the maid?"Mira nodded. Tears were already running down her cheeks."Yes” she answered honestly."And Jack knew all this time?" She asked.Another nod."Yes."Becca slowly sat down on the edge of the bed then she stared at the floor.She had known there was something strange going on, she had known Mira was hiding something, but she had never imagined this.She couldn’t help but be impressed with Jack’s performance all this time insisting he had no idea wahat was happening.She knew it was wrong to be applauding his dishonesty, bu
Jack waited until he was certain his duties were complete before leaving the western corridor. He had spent the better part of the afternoon making sure every important route around the mansion was properly guarded.He had stationed guards at strategic points and made sure they understood exactly what they were supposed to do if they noticed anything suspicious.To anyone watching, Jack looked completely focused on his responsibilities, he looked like a man determined to protect the mansion.And in a way, he was. But there was something else on his mind.Greta.The moment he was certain the guards were properly positioned, Jack quietly left the area.He didn't tell anyone where he was going, he didn't even tell Mira. He knew better than to do that.The last thing he needed was for someone to discover that he had gone to the dungeon to speak with Greta. Especially after what had happened that morning.Jack moved through the corridors carefully, taking different routes instead of using
The throne room of Blackwood Mansion felt colder than any dungeon.Becca could feel it in her bones as she stood in the center of the vast hall, her back straight despite the ache running through her body after the slap from Desmond.Mira stood beside her now, her shoulders tense, jaw clenched, her
Eugene pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he and Max stared at the woman standing in front of them, her position frozen mid-motion.He had no idea who she was but judging from the look she gave max and the one he returned back, there was something he was not being told and that alone wasn't
The air smelled of dry herbs, a comforting scent that usually made Becca feel grounded, but tonight, the air felt tight, almost suffocating. Three strangers sat at the wooden table, Robin, Sax, and Dorian, each carrying the kind of presence that made the small room feel even smaller.Becca steadie
Mira fought like a cornered animal.Her shoes scraped violently against the dirt as she twisted and kicked, the rough ground biting into her palms where she tried to brace herself. The cloak wrapped tightly around her body threatened to slip with every desperate movement, the fabric pulling at her







