LOGIN✨ Will Mira and Max find out what happened to Beccca? And why she was taken? 👉 Keep reading to find out what happens next.
Greta stood frozen before the iron bars as Desmond's last words continued to echo inside her head.She swallowed hard. She knew it was the only solution to this kind if situation she had found herself in but hearing it out loud caused her chest to ache.Her palms were damp and she tried to find the right words."I can't do it" she said.Desmond's eyes narrowed."What did you say?" He demanded. Greta forced herself to meet his gaze."I said, I can't do that" she repeated as her voice trembled.For several seconds, Desmond simply stared at her then his expression darkened."You can't?"Greta shook her head."I can keep her hidden, I can make sure she doesn't speak, or I can move her somewhere no one will find her" she said.Desmond's jaw tightened."That isn't what I told you to do."Greta nodded."I know.""Then why are we still having this conversation?" He asked.Greta swallowed."Because she's innocent" she replied. A bitter laugh escaped Desmond."Innocent? She's a witness" he re
The healer's chambers had become unbearable.Eugene's Alpha aura filled every corner of the room, thick and suffocating. It pressed against the walls, rattled the windows, and made the flames of the nearby lamps tremble.Several healers struggled to breathe normally. One of the younger healers had already backed against the wall, her hands trembling."Alpha King..." the head healer pleaded. "Please."Eugene didn't even look at her."I'm not leaving" he said."Your presence is making it difficult for us to work" she explained. "Then work harder."The healer's eyes widened."That is not what I meant."Eugene's gaze remained fixed on Tyler."Everything was fine before he came in" he said.Tyler's expression hardened then he stood his ground."The moment I entered, you started threatening everyone" he shot at him.Eugene's jaw tightened."I want you out.""And I'm not leaving" he refused."You're testing my patience" Eugene's frowned deepened. Tyler's aura slowly rose in response."I'm
Greta's breathing was uneven as she pulled the unconscious maid deeper into an abandoned storage room at the rear of the mansion. It was a place she had discovered not too long ago. She was very sure no one would come in here so they wouldn't be able to find the meddling bitch that had ruined her attempt to carry out Alpha Desmond's plan.The room smelled of dust, old wood, and damp stone. Broken barrels and unused crates were piled carelessly against the walls, making it the perfect place to hide someone, at least for a little while.Greta knelt beside the maid."I'm sorry," she murmured, though there was little remorse in her voice. "You simply chose the wrong moment to be brave."The young maid remained unconscious.Greta quickly found an old length of rope lying among the supplies. She tightly bound the girl's wrists behind her back before securing her ankles.She paused and tested the knots."They'll hold."Then she tore a strip of cloth from an old sack and carefully tied it ac
The healer's chambers had descended into complete chaos.The metallic scent of blood lingered heavily in the air.Several healers moved frantically around the bed, replacing blood-soaked cloths almost as quickly as they became saturated. Bowls of crimson-stained water lined the floor, while fresh herbs burned over a small brazier, filling the room with a sharp medicinal aroma.At the center of it all lay Becca, unmoving, deathly pale. Every shallow breath she took seemed weaker than the last.Eugene stood beside her bed, his large hand clenched into a fist as he stared at Tyler who hadn't moved. Eugene's jaw clenched. His wolf stirred uneasily beneath his skin."What do you mean by you care about Becca?" He demanded. Tyler didn't answer immediately."I asked you a question."There was something in Eugene's voice that made even the healers hesitate then Tyler finally spoke."I meant exactly what I said. I care about her" he answered. Those simple words made something inside Eugene t
Greta's pulse thundered in her ears. The tiny glass vial still hovered above the steaming cup on the silver breakfast tray.She had come here with a plan. All she needed to do was pour the contents of the vial to Eugene's food and Desmond's plan would be in motion.But the universe seemed to always be against her and it led to her getting caught. She could still feel the hand that seized her wrist with surprising strength, tightening her grip."What... do you think you're doing?" She asked again. Greta froze, every muscle in her body went rigid. Slowly, she turned her head.Standing behind her was one of the younger kitchen maids.The girl's brown eyes were fixed on the vial, her grip unwavering despite the fear beginning to creep across her face.For several long seconds, neither woman spoke.The cheerful sounds of celebration echoed faintly from somewhere else in the castle, but inside the kitchen, everything felt unnaturally quiet.Greta forced a smile."Oh, you startled me" she
The joyous atmosphere inside the healer's chambers vanished in an instant.Only moments ago, the room had been filled with relieved smiles, quiet laughter, and the gentle cries of a healthy newborn.Now, panic had taken its place."More bandages!""Hurry!""We're losing too much blood!"The head healer's voice rang through the chamber as healers rushed from one side of the room to the other.Becca lay motionless on the bed. Her skin, once flushed from the strain of labor, had become frighteningly pale.Blood, far too much blood, continued to soak the linens beneath her.Eugene stared at the crimson stain spreading across the bed and for a brief moment, he couldn't move.His voice was barely audible."No...No..."The head healer pressed both hands firmly against Becca's abdomen while another healer hurriedly prepared fresh herbs."Keep pressure here!""Yes, head Healer!""We need more cloth!""It's not stopping!"Eugene finally found his voice."What is happening?" He askes.The head h
Jack walked with measured steps, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression composed to the point of stiffness. Anyone watching might have thought him calm.He was anything but.Beside him, Ava matched his pace, her footsteps lighter but more hurried, as if she were trying to keep up with so
The cabin had never been so loud, not because of sound, but because of the silence.Mira sat at the small wooden table near the hearth, carefully sorting dried roots into neat bundles, her movements precise and controlled. Across the room, Max stood by the wall where Eugene had hung his weapons, s
Jack stood at the top of the narrow stone stairwell, one hand resting against the wall, the other clenched so tightly his knuckles ached.He had left Brian behind with no backward glance, his heart pounding so hard it felt as though it might tear its way out of his chest. “Move,” he whispered to h
Flickering lanterns hung from iron hooks along the walls in the resistance meeting chamber, casting restless shadows over the faces gathered around the long wooden table.Eugene stood at the head of the table, both palms resting on the rough surface as he leaned forward. His presence alone seemed







