Se connecterKaelyn paced across her room for what felt like the hundredth time. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor then she turned, walked toward the window and turned again.It was an endless circle with no ending, it seemed.Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her expression remained twisted with anger.She couldn't stop thinking about last night, Eugene's face, his voice, the way he had pushed her away after she kissed him. And, most of all, his words."Don't ever do that again."Kaelyn's jaw tightened."How dare he?"Ava, who was sitting near the fireplace with Kaelyn's baby in her arms, glanced up."Kaelyn...""Don't" she warned her.Ava sighed."I'm not even saying anything" she said."I know what you're going to say" she replied. "Then perhaps you should stop pacing" Ava suggested. Kaelyn stopped then she glared at her."Do you think this is funny? Because I don't."Ava gently rocked the baby."I'm simply saying that walking around like you're preparing
Greta moved through the mansion with a tray balanced carefully in both hands. Her expression was calm, or at least, she desperately hoped it looked calm.Inside, however, her thoughts were anything but peaceful. Every few steps, her mind returned to the storage room.She tried to push the memory away.Don't think about it. She couldn't afford to, not where anyone could see the slightest change in her expression.Greta adjusted her grip on the tray and continued down the corridor.A few servants passed her and she smiled politely."Good morning.""Morning, Greta."She kept walking but her heart was pounding. She had convinced herself that everything was over, the maid was gone, the evidence had been removed.Nobody knew. At least, nobody was supposed to know. Then she heard voices coming from the courtyard.Greta slowed.Two guards were standing near the fountain, speaking quietly."...still haven't found her."Greta's steps immediately stopped and her fingers tightened around the tray
The morning sunlight had barely reached the windows of Alpha King Eugene's study when he sat behind his enormous wooden desk, staring at absolutely nothing.A book lay open before him but he hadn't read a single word. A cup of tea sat untouched beside his elbow and it had gone cold.Eugene didn't care, his mind was somewhere else, back in the dungeon, back with Desmond as his mind kept on replaying the words he hadn't been able to get out of his head since he heard them. "I have proof that Jack is responsible for the death of a maid."Eugene's jaw tightened. He hated the memory of those words.Desmond had always been a manipulator, a man who could turn a harmless conversation into a trap.Eugene knew his half-brother too well. If Desmond wanted him to believe something, there was usually another reason behind it.And yet, something about the accusation refused to leave his mind.Eugene leaned back in his chair."Jack."He said the name quietly.It didn't make sense. Jack was not the
Morning arrived quietly at the mansion.Soft golden sunlight slipped through the curtains of the healer's chambers, painting thin lines of light across the floor.For several seconds after opening her eyes, Becca simply stared at the ceiling. She didn't know where she was, her body felt strangely heavy, her head felt light and her muscles ached as though she had spent the entire night fighting a battle.Then she remembered the labor, the pain and the cries of her baby.Becca slowly swallowed."Where's my baby?" She asked, her voice was weak.The healer, who had been arranging bottles of herbs on a nearby table, immediately turned around."You're awake."Becca blinked."Where is my baby?" She asked again. The healer smiled."Your son is perfectly fine."Relief washed over Becca's face then she closed her eyes for a moment."Thank the Moon Goddess" she said.The healer walked toward her bed."How are you feeling?" She asked."Lightheaded" Becca answered. "That's expected. You lost a d
The dungeon was colder than usual.The stone walls seemed to absorb whatever warmth entered the place, leaving the corridors dark, damp, and suffocating.The guards stationed outside the main chamber immediately straightened when they saw Alpha King Eugene approaching.Eugene didn't acknowledge them, his expression was hard and his steps echoed through the corridor.He was very irritated. He had been in the middle of dealing with Tyler when Desmond had asked for him and Eugene hated that, especially by a prisoner.When he reached the cell, he stopped. Desmond was sitting calmly on the stone bench inside.bHe looked almost comfortable.Eugene's eyes narrowed."What do you want?"Desmond looked up then a slow smile appeared on his face."Is it bad I asked to see you?" He asked. Eugene stepped closer to the bars."You will never do that again" he warned. Desmond raised an eyebrow."Good afternoon to you too" he said."I'm serious. You don't summon me like some servant" Eugene cautioned
Mira could feel the tension in the room becoming unbearable.Alpha King Eugene stood near the door, his expression cold and unreadable, while Tyler remained opposite him with the same stubborn determination that had been irritating Eugene from the moment he arrived.She couldn't blame Eugene entirely.Tyler had just stood in front of him and confessed that he was in love with his Luna. There was nothing normal about that situation and Tyler didn't even seem particularly ashamed of it.Mira stepped between them."Okay. That's enough" she said then looked at Tyler first. "Tyler, I think you should leave. You need to calm down."Tyler sighed."Mira, I'm not afraid of him."Eugene's eyes narrowed."You should be."Eugene took a step forward and Mira immediately moved between them. He stopped but his eyes remained fixed on Tyler."He's deliberately provoking me."Tyler gave a small smile."I'm not trying to provoke you" he replied. Mira sighed."Tyler, please."He looked at her then shook
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
Max's muscles screamed in protest, his shoulders burning, his palms already roughened and splitting beneath the leather wraps of his axe ash he used it to cut wood.Max welcomed the sting in his body because it drowned out the thoughts circling endlessly in his head, the memories that refused to lo
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







