MasukBecca 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 fell silent after Eugene entered. It was obvious they had not expected to see him here. "Release him" Eugene ordered. Max remained frozen for a moment while Jack stood beside the chair, his wrists still restrained behind his back.The tension between the three men was almost suffocating and Eugene's eyes remained fixed on Max."I won't repeat myself."Max immediately nodded in obedience but before the guards could move, Eugene stepped farther into the room, his expression was cold."Why did you arrest Jack without my authorization?" He asked.Max swallowed."I believed the circumstances justified it" he answered. Eugene's jaw tightened."That wasn't my question" he said and Max hesitated. "What made you believe you had the authority to arrest one of my people without reporting to me first?""I thought—""I didn't ask what you thought" he cut him off.Max lowered his gaze."Forgive me."Eugene looked toward Jack then back at Max."Did you discover new evidence?"Max nodd
The dungeon was colder than Jack remembered. The further the guards took him, the heavier the air seemed to become. His footsteps echoed against the stone floor as they passed through a narrow corridor.Jack kept his hands restrained behind his back, his jaw clenched as he tried to remain calm. 1He had already made up his mind, he wasn't going to lose his temper, je wasn't going to allow anyone to provoke him into saying something he shouldn't and most importantly, he wasn't going to confess to something he hadn't done.One of the guards stopped before a heavy iron door."Get inside" he ordered. Jack's eyes narrowed then he stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him.Jack immediately realized something. This wasn't Desmond's section of the dungeon. He slowly sat down and he took a deep breath."Stay calm" he told himself. The door opened again and Max entered with two guards standing behind him.Max carried his notebook in his hands and he placed them on the table."Jack,
Eugene sat behind his desk, staring at the documents scattered before him. He hadn't accomplished much that morning because his mind refused to cooperate.Every time he tried to focus on one thing, another question about Desmond, Jack and the missing maid entered his thoughts.Eugene leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples."This is becoming ridiculous."He looked toward the window. The morning sun had already risen over the mansion, bathing the courtyard in golden light.Somewhere beyond those walls, Becca was recovering and then his thoughts immediately softened.He needed to see her. He needed to see for himself that she was truly alright.After what had happened during the birth, he couldn't bring himself to stay away for too long.Eugene stood."I'll go see her."He straightened his shirt and walked toward the door but before he could reach it, there was a knock.Eugene frowned."Come in."The door opened and Mira stepped inside..The moment he saw her expression, Eugene k
The halls were quiet, save for the faint hum of insects and the rhythmic tap of Becca’s boots against the marble floor. She carried a small tray in her hands which was a cup steaming faintly, filled with the herbal concoction she had worked on all day.Her steps were steady, but her mind was far f
The scent of crushed herbs filled the air, sharp and bitter, as Becca stirred the thick green mixture in a small bowl. The infirmary was quiet except for the constant sound of the pestle against stone and the faint rustle of linen curtains swaying in the cool afternoon breeze. Sunlight entered in
The silence that followed Desmond’s final step was deep, so deep it seemed to swallow the world whole and the servants retreated to whisper in the shadows. Brian sat in the pool of torchlight, half-naked beneath the blood-stained bandages that bound his ribs. The flickering light threw sharp shad
The torches along the wall flickered, casting restless shadows across the bruised and battered figure tied to a chair in the center of the room. Jack sat there, wrists bound behind the wooden frame, two guards holding his shoulders down as if he might spring up at any moment. His shirt clung to h







