MasukThe library was unusually quiet. Jack sat alone at one of the enormous tables, surrounded by old books and dusty manuscripts.He had spent the better part of the morning searching through anything that might explain the strange substance inside the vial.The vial itself was no longer in his possession, Greta had taken it and what she had done with it still disturbed him.Jack turned another page but he found nothing. He reached for another book but still nothing."This makes no sense."He leaned back in his chair. The substance had been intended for Alpha King Eugene. Desmond had claimed it would cause Eugene's wolf to become uncontrollable, sending him into a murderous rampage.But Jack had witnessed what it did to the maid and It had been much different. Jack stared at the notes he had made."If that was only a small amount..."He didn't finish the thought. He had never encountered a poison like it and that frightened him.Not only because of what it could do to Eugene, but becaus
Becca lay propped against several soft pillows, her body still weak but considerably better than it had been hours earlier.Her son slept peacefully nearby and every few minutes, her eyes wandered toward him just to make sure he was still there.Mira stood near the doorway, supervising several maids."No, put that over there and please make sure the food is warm before bringing it to her."She pointed toward a small table."Yes, Lady Mira.""And someone should bring fresh water every hour" she instructed. "Yes."Mira looked around."Has anyone prepared the herbs the healer requested?" She asked.One of the maids nodded."Yes. They're already beside her bed.""Good."Mira turned toward another maid."And make sure nobody disturbs her unnecessarily" she said."Understood."Becca watched her with amusement."Mira, you're acting like you own the place" Becca joked.Mira laughed."Someone has to."Becca smiled."You've been doing this since I woke up" she said."And I'll continue doing it
The mansion had become unusually quiet.Max had spent most of the morning moving from one part of the mansion to another, asking questions about the missing maid.He had started with the kitchen. It seemed like the most logical place to begin since the missing girl worked there.He stood near the long wooden table while several maids gathered around him, their expressions nervous.Max held a small notebook in one hand."Let's go over this again" he said calmly. The maids exchanged glances."When was the last time any of you saw her?" He asked, his eyes moving around the faces staring back at him.One of the younger maids raised her hand slightly."I remember seeing her yesterday before she completely disappeared" she said.Max looked at her."Where was this?""In the kitchen. She was helping the chef" she answered.Max nodded."Who else was there?" He asked, his fingers already closing his notebook.This was the same information he had gotten from the chef earlier so it was practical
Greta descended the narrow stone staircase into the dungeon with trembling hands. Every step seemed louder than it should have been.Her heart pounded against her ribs as she approached the cell where Desmond was being held.She had initially intended to find Jack but the moment she heard that Max was going around much strictly, she knew she couldn't simply wait.She needed answers and there was only one person who could give them to her.The guards immediately recognized her."Stop."Greta froze."I need to speak with Alpha Desmond" she said politely. One guard frowned."Do you have permission?"Greta swallowed."Tell him Greta is here and I have information concerning the mission" she replied.That was enough.One guard approached the cell and spoke quietly. A few moments later, Desmond's voice echoed from inside."Let her in" he ordered. The door opened and Greta hurried inside. Desmond was sitting against the stone wall, looking far too relaxed for someone imprisoned in a dungeo
Kaelyn 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 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 cushi
The night outside pressed heavy against the tall windows, a blanket of darkness that mirrored the storm raging inside Alpha Desmond’s mind. He paced back and forth, boots scraping the polished floor, shoulders tense, fists clenching and unclenching. Seraphina sat by the hearth, the flickering fir
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 t
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 hi







