💔 Will Becca understand Eugene’s refusal, or will this drive a wedge between them just as their enemies gather strength? And what dangers will rise from the dungeons now that Brian has been captured? 👉 Keep reading to find out what happens next.
The sun blazed warmly over the courtyard of Blackwood mansion. Mira stood among the laundry maids, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, hands working as she helped peg down the corners of Becca’s bed linens. Though she was not required to join such work, she found the rhythm of it calming, her heart unburdened for the first time in days. She lifted one of the sheets with another maid, shaking it out before they pinned it securely to the rope. The scent of sun-dried cotton mingled with the chatter of the maids. They spoke in hushed tones, mostly about Becca, about her beauty, her kindness, and her recent kidnap. Some whispered about the tension between Becca and Alpha Eugene, others speculated on whether their bond would survive the storm of whispers that spread through the pack. Mira kept silent at first, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had no wish to fuel gossip, but inside her chest, a thought pulsed, persistent and sharp. If only Becca would soften toward Eugene, if o
Ava’s posture was rigid, her arms folded across her chest, eyes gleaming. Seraphina, calm but no less sharp, stood with her hands on her stomach, her expression unreadable yet her aura carrying the weight of unspoken words. “You know this isn’t right, Alpha Eugene,” Ava’s voice broke the silence first. “Brian shouldn’t be here.” Max’s head snapped toward her. “Not right? He kidnapped Becca. He and his dogs dragged her away like prey. Don’t stand here and act like he’s some misunderstood wolf nursing a broken heart.” “I didn’t say he was innocent,” Ava countered, her eyes flashing with frustration. “But Alpha Eugene, you destroyed his pack. You wiped them out as though their lives were insignificant and now you expect him to sit quietly without lashing out?” Eugene’s jaw clenched, his silence heavy. He met Ava’s gaze briefly before shifting it to Seraphina, whose calm eyes were no less accusing. Seraphina spoke, her voice low and deliberate. “She’s right. The pack are watching
Alpha Brian sat on the floor, his back pressed against the wall of his cell, shackles biting into his wrists. Brian closed his eyes, fury swirling inside him like a storm that refused to calm. He could see her face again, Becca’s, that cursed, wretched woman. The memory of last night gnawed at him. His men had dragged her to him, helpless in the woods, and he had hesitated. He could have ended it all in that single moment. He ground his teeth. "Why didn’t I kill her?" Hatred coursed through Brian’s veins, hot and blinding. He wanted to rip Eugene apart piece by piece. He wanted to see Becca suffer, to watch her break under the same torment he endured. He wanted their pack, their whole wretched pack, to burn until nothing remained but ash. The creak of metal jolted him from his thoughts. The dungeon door groaned open. Heavy footsteps echoed across the stone floor, reverberating through the silence. The rogues stirred, some hissing insults, others falling into nervous quiet.
The morning air carried the smell of steel as Eugene walked across the stone courtyard with Max at his side. He had tried to forget about last night with Becca but it was a battle he kept loosing. He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight, shoulders rolling with tension. His shoes clicked against the ground, the rhythm sharp, almost angry. Max kept pace beside him, his expression calm but observant. He knew Eugene’s moods as though they were his own. “Brian and the other rogues still aren’t talking,” Max said, his tone serious, though his eyes flickered sideways to measure Eugene’s silence. “We’ve tried every method short of force. They just sit there. None of them give a damn about their lives, apparently.” Eugene grunted but didn’t answer. Max continued. “It’s strange, though. They’re too calm for men who know they’ll be executed if they don’t cooperate. Makes me think they’re waiting for something or someone.” Eugene’s brows knit, but his mind drifted back to the image of Bec
The morning sun crept through the tall windows of Becca’s chamber, golden beams slipping past the velvet drapes to rest upon the floor. The mansion walls were silent save for the distant sound of hooves in the courtyard and the faint clink of armor as guards changed shifts. Becca sat on the cushioned bench by the window, her knees tucked to her chest, chin resting upon them. Her hair, tangled from a restless night, fell around her face like a dark veil. Her eyes were fixed outside, but her thoughts were miles away, turning endlessly, dragging her back into the moment that had shattered her composure. The words still rang in her ears like the echo of a slap. The memory replayed in brutal detail: the way his face tightened, how the storm gathered in his eyes, his jaw grinding as though he had to swallow down words too heavy to say. And then, just like that, he had left her chamber. The door had closed behind him, not with a slam, but with that quiet, heavy finality that cut dee
The forest was finally behind them. The night air, thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and the lingering growls of defeated rogues, gave way to the heavy silence of the mansion’s courtyard. Guards hurried ahead with torches, their boots striking stone as they dragged Alpha Brian and his surviving rogues in chains. Becca walked at the center of the group, Mira’s arm wrapped protectively around her. Brian’s guttural voice tore through the night as the guards shoved him forward. “You’ll regret this, Eugene! You think this is victory?!” His words were venom, spitting rage. “I’ll see both of you pay for what your unstable wolf did to my people!” The sound of his hatred clawed into Becca’s mind. Her steps faltered, and instinctively she tightened her grip on Mira’s sleeve, her knuckles white. Mira glanced down, instantly noticing. “Don’t listen to him. He’s trying to unnerve you. You’re safe now.” Becca swallowed hard, nodding, though her body still leaned into Mira as though he