🍀 Don’t miss the storm brewing behind closed doors. Who’s really telling the truth? And who’s waiting to strike when hearts are weakest?💔
The sun had barely climbed high enough to cast its full warmth across the Blackwood estate, yet Kyra was already pacing the corridors, the hem of her cream linen dress fluttering with each brisk step. The halls were quiet, the staff moving like shadows, and the atmosphere in the mansion felt heavier than usual, as though something important loomed just beyond the walls.“Kaelyn?” Kyra called, checking the bedroom once more. The bed was still made, untouched since early morning. Her brow creased. Kaelyn had been right beside her not long ago. She hadn’t said anything about going anywhere. So where was she?Kyra’s ears twitched at the sudden roar of voices from outside—loud cheers and battle cries that didn’t belong to morning drills. Her heart skipped. That wasn’t training. Something else was happening.She dashed toward the window and peeled back the curtain. Guards lined the courtyard, shouting, clapping, and stomping the ground. A crowd had gathered in a rough circle, their fac
The pungent smell of blood still lingered in the infirmary, despite Mira’s constant attempts to burn cleansing sage at the windows. White curtains danced gently as the late morning breeze filtered through the cracked windowpanes, brushing against the tense stillness in the room like a soft but unwelcome caress.Kaelyn stood near the oak cabinet by the wall, pretending to search for a fresh roll of bandages. In truth, she was barely paying attention to her fingers grazing the linen. Her eyes kept flicking toward Becca.She was seated on the far cot, taking a minute rest after finishing with the spy. Just minutes ago, Kaelyn had walked into the infirmary to find Becca’s delicate hand resting tenderly on Eugene’s forehead. He had looked up, spotted her at the door... and without hesitation, had brushed Becca’s hand away like it had burned him.She hadn’t meant to witness the moment.And yet, she had.Now her heart beat with a confused rhythm.Why would he do that?It didn’t make sense
The sun hung heavy above the Blackwood estate, veiled slightly behind drifting clouds, casting a golden glow upon the dirt trail leading back from the dense woods. Hooves pounded rhythmically, echoing through the trees as Desmond and Seraphina rode side by side. The forest behind them whispered secrets—of plans made and oaths spoken beneath ancient trees.Desmond rode like a king already, his back straight, his dark cloak fluttering behind him with every gallop. Beside him, Seraphina matched his posture with equal arrogance, her long hair whipping over her shoulders, eyes glittering with cold ambition.They were the perfect couple with dark cold hearts and a steely determination to achieve their goals no matter how many wolves they had to make suffer in the process.After discarding the dead bodies of the rogue wolves Desmond had annihilated effortlessly, their ride back was filled with long conversations of their visions for the future."Just imagine it," Seraphina said, her voice l
The corridor was quiet, except for the distant hum of the infirmary lights and the dull echo of Eugene’s shoes tapping against the tiled floor as the Alpha walked with a cold feeling radiating off him.Each step he took felt heavier than the last, as if guilt had laced weights around his ankles. His jaw was tight, brows furrowed, and his hands clenched at his sides.He replayed the moment over and over in his mind—the warmth of Becca’s hand on his head, the softness of her voice whispering reassurances, the vulnerability in her eyes as she leaned closer.And then, he had brushed her hand away.His heart twisted.Not because Kaelyn had walked in. Not because he felt ashamed. But because... he had panicked.“I shouldn’t have done that,” Eugene muttered under his breath. “Damn it.”He slowed his pace, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn’t meant to hurt Becca. He hadn’t done it because Kaelyn had appeared. It had just been poor timing—a moment of self-loathing and a
The corridor was quiet, except for the distant hum of the infirmary lights and the dull echo of Eugene’s shoes tapping against the tiled floor as the Alpha walked with a cold feeling radiating off him.Each step he took felt heavier than the last, as if guilt had laced weights around his ankles. His jaw was tight, brows furrowed, and his hands clenched at his sides.He replayed the moment over and over in his mind—the warmth of Becca’s hand on his head, the softness of her voice whispering reassurances, the vulnerability in her eyes as she leaned closer.And then, he had brushed her hand away.His heart twisted.Not because Kaelyn had walked in. Not because he felt ashamed. But because... he had panicked.“I shouldn’t have done that,” Eugene muttered under his breath. “Damn it.”He slowed his pace, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn’t meant to hurt Becca. He hadn’t done it because Kaelyn had appeared. It had just been poor timing—a moment of self-loathing and a
The horses’ hooves beat softly against the moss-covered ground as Desmond and Seraphina made their way deeper into the woods. Desmond rode ahead, his dark eyes scanning the twisted trees and undergrowth with precision. Seraphina, close behind him, sat poised atop her horse. “This place gives me chills,” she muttered, tightening her grip on the reins. “Are you sure this is the right place? There’s nothing but dead branches.” Desmond didn’t turn. “Yes,” he said calmly. “This is where they’re hiding.” Seraphina frowned. “You're sure he didn't say anything else?” “He didn’t have much left to say after I was through with him,” Desmond replied flatly. She smiled. “You’re cold.” He smirked. “And you love it.” A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it vanished as they came to a sudden stop. Before them, nestled between two large boulders, was a narrow opening—barely visible, almost like the woods were hiding it on purpose. Desmond came down from the horse.