تسجيل الدخولMorning arrived slowly over the Blackwood estate.The rain from the previous night had finally stopped, leaving the world outside washed in pale silver light. Inside Becca’s chambers, silence rested heavily across the room. She stirred faintly beneath the thick blankets before slowly opening her eyes.For a brief moment, everything felt peaceful then reality returned. Her heart immediately tightened as her sleepy gaze shifted beside her.The space beside her was cold. Even though she already knew Eugene was still unconscious in the healer’s chambers, waking up without him beside her still made her chest ache painfully.She slowly sat up, pressing a hand against her stomach instinctively.“I hate this,” she whispered quietly to herself.A knock sounded softly against the chamber doors and Becca straightened slightly.“Come in.”The doors opened carefully, and Mira stepped inside carrying folded clothing in her arms.Unlike yesterday, Mira looked calmer today. The moment her eyes lande
The rain outside started pouring steadily against the tall windows of the chamber while the fire crackled softly nearby, but none of it comforted her now.Becca stared at Hadrian as though he had just handed her the moon itself and expected her to carry it.She slowly stood from her chair and shook her head.“No… I can’t.”Mira frowned softly.“Becca—”“No.”Becca wrapped her arms around herself protectively.“You don’t understand.”Hadrian studied her carefully.“Then explain it to us.”Becca laughed weakly, but the sound carried no amusement.“How am I supposed to lead an entire pack? I was a rejected Omega" she said, her voice trembling with disbelief.The old pain in those words filled the room instantly and Mira’s expression softened.Becca looked away toward the rain-covered windows.The shame she carried from those memories still lingered deeply inside her despite everything she had survived.“I spent most of my life being looked down on,” she whispered.Hadrian remained silent
Becca sat silently near the window in one of the cushioned chairs in her chambers, still wearing the dress from the duel stained with Eugene’s blood.Her hands rested protectively over her stomach while her eyes stared blankly ahead, unfocused and exhausted.She looked emotionally drained, broken by the events of the night.Across the room, Mira stood with her arms crossed tightly as she stared furiously at Ariel.Ariel's eyes were swollen from crying, her hands trembled violently and she couldn’t even properly lift her head anymore.“I still cannot believe you did this,” Mira snapped sharply.Ariel flinched immediately.“Mira, please—”Mira stepped closer.“No, don’t plead now. You stood beside Becca every single day. You listened to her cry. You comforted her while secretly reporting everything back to Desmond" she snapped. Her voice carried genuine anger and Ariel lowered her head further. She closed her eyes tightly as tears slid down her cheeks again.Becca remained silent near
Desmond moved quickly down the dim hallway despite the agony tearing through his body. Every step hurt, his ribs burned, his shoulder throbbed violently and dried blood still stained the black fabric wrapped around his torso beneath his cloak.But none of that mattered. He refused to stay.Behind him, Seraphina and Ava struggled to keep up.“Slow down. You’re going to collapse” Seraphina hissed under her breath. Desmond didn’t even look at her.“If I collapse, drag me” he said.Ava nervously glanced around the empty hallway.The mansion suddenly felt unfamiliar now. Every servant they passed immediately lowered their heads and hurried away, clearly aware of what had happened at the duel grounds.Desmond noticed it too and he hated it.The fear was still there but the respect was gone and that realization made his jaw tighten painfully.“We need to leave before Eugene wakes up,” he muttered coldly.Seraphina folded her arms tightly around herself.“You really think he’ll execute us?”
The weight of Desmond’s revelation sat heavily over the room like a storm cloud ready to collapse.Ariel stood near the doorway trembling violently, her pale hands clenched tightly against her dress while tears gathered desperately in her eyes.Across from her, Becca stared at her like she no longer recognized her. The hurt in her expression was almost unbearable to witness.“No…” Ariel whispered shakily.Her head moved rapidly as if denying the truth could somehow erase it.“No, that’s not true…”Desmond laughed softly from where he sat against the healer’s bed.“Oh, stop embarrassing yourself.”Ariel’s frightened eyes snapped toward him instantly.“Please…”Desmond’s expression remained cold.“You’ve already been exposed.”Ariel immediately turned back toward Becca desperately.“He’s lying!”The words came out too fast.Desmond tilted his head with amusement.“You really should stop denying it,” he said lazily, then slowly he looked toward everyone else.“I recruited her shortly aft
The healer’s chambers had become suffocating.The air itself seemed heavy beneath the overwhelming scent of blood, medicine, sweat, and fear. Servants hurried from one side of the room to another carrying bowls of steaming water and stained cloths while the healer barked exhausted instructions at anyone within hearing distance.The chamber felt less like a place of healing now and more like the aftermath of war at the center of it all, Eugene lay unconscious.Fresh bandages had already been wrapped tightly around the deep wound in his chest, but blood continued seeping through no matter how many times the healer tried to stop it.Becca sat beside him on the edge of the bed, gripping his hand tightly between both of hers as if letting go would somehow allow death to take him away completely.Her face was pale, tear-streaked and exhausted, yet she refused to move even for a second.“Please come back to me” she whispered shakily while brushing damp strands of hair away from Eugene’s for
The infirmary smelled faintly of sage, dried lavender, and boiled willow bark. Mira’s sharp eyes darted over the room like a hawk surveying her territory. “Move the herbs closer to the window,” she ordered briskly, her voice clear and commanding. A young maid jumped to obey, clutching a basket
The marketplace at the center of Blackwood’s pack town was alive with its usual hum of voices. Becca stood near a long wooden table that had been carefully set up beneath a wide tent of cloth. Around her were neatly stacked baskets of wrapped herbs, glass bottles of healing tinctures, and bowls o
The streets of Blackwood’s pack town thrummed with restless energy that day. Midday light poured down in beams through the canopy of swaying trees, but the warmth of the sun could not melt the chill of unease in the air. Merchants raised their voices with forced cheer, calling out prices for fre
Most of the pack members who had come for treatment had already left, going back to their homes as the sky dimmed into dusk. Lanterns were being lit one by one, tiny points of light flickering against the deepening shadows. But Mira’s eyes kept darting toward the path leading into the woods, her ha







