เข้าสู่ระบบ🍀 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?💔
Becca couldn't sit still. She had been pacing around her bedroom for several minutes, occasionally stopping beside the crib to check on her sleeping son before resuming her restless movements. Normally, watching him sleep brought her a sense of calm. Today, however, even his peaceful presence couldn't quiet her thoughts.Tyler was back. The knowledge kept circling through her mind, refusing to let her concentrate on anything else. She had spent weeks trying to convince herself that his departure was necessary, that she needed to focus on her family and put the complicated feelings she had for him behind her.Now he was inside the mansion again, standing in the grand hall with Eugene and she had no idea what was happening.Becca stopped beside the window and stared outside, although she barely registered the view.Why had Tyler returned? What could possibly be important enough to bring him back after everything that had happened?Most importantly, what would Eugene do when he saw him
Tyler stood in the grand hall of Blackwood Mansion, trying desperately to keep his emotions under control.Beside him stood Vincent while two elder wolves from their pack waited a short distance away. They had accompanied Tyler and Vincent on Alpha Philip's orders, and all four men were waiting for Alpha King Eugene to receive them.Tyler kept his hands clasped behind his back, his expression carefully composed. Anyone looking at him would have thought he was perfectly calm but Vincent knew better."You're practically shaking," Vincent murmured, glancing at his cousin with an amused smile.Tyler didn't look at him."I'm not” he denied."Of course not." Vincent gave a quiet, mocking chuckle. "And I suppose you haven't looked at that door twenty times since we arrived either."Tyler's jaw tightened."Can you keep quiet for once?"Vincent raised his eyebrows, clearly entertained by his cousin's irritation."Touchy, aren't we? I thought you were supposed to be the one who knew what he wan
Weeks had passed since Mira regained consciousness, but Becca was beginning to fear that her memories might never return.Mira’s head injury had healed completely. She could even walk around the mansion without assistance, eat normally, and hold conversations with everyone. Every day, Becca tried something new. She showed Mira old photographs, hoping a familiar face or setting might awaken a forgotten memory. She recounted stories from their time together, sometimes making them sound amusing and sometimes reminding Mira of the hardships they had survived. She even took Mira to places around the mansion where they had shared important moments.But nothing worked.Mira listened politely, occasionally smiling at the stories, but there was no recognition in her eyes. It was as though Becca was telling her the story of a stranger's life.By the time Becca returned to her bedroom, the frustration she had been suppressing had become almost unbearable.She was so tired of worrying about Mir
Jack slammed his fist against the bedroom door the moment the guards locked him inside."Open this door!"His voice echoed through the room, but nobody answered.He tried the handle again, twisting it violently as though sheer force could somehow make the guards change their minds. When that failed, he stepped back and kicked the door in frustration."Damn it!"Jack stormed toward the bedside table and threw everything on it onto the floor. "How could Eugene be so blind?" he muttered furiously.He had expected Eugene to question Kaelyn, to demand an explanation for her behavior, or at the very least, to consider the possibility that she was responsible for Mira's injuries.Instead, Eugene had ordered him locked in his room. It was unbelievable.Jack paced back and forth, dragging his fingers through his hair.A sudden click interrupted his thoughts and he turned sharply toward the door. It opened, and Seraphina stepped inside.He stared at her in disbelief."What are you doing here?"
"Guards! Take him away!"Alpha King Eugene's thunderous command echoed through the corridor.Two guards immediately rushed forward, but Jack remained firmly planted in front of Kaelyn, his hand gripping her as though he could barely control the urge to shake the truth out of her."Jack, release her!" one of the guards ordered.Jack ignored him. Kaelyn, still pinned against the wall, looked at Eugene with an expression of wounded innocence."Alpha Eugene, please," she whispered. "I don't understand why he's treating me this way."Her trembling voice only made Jack angrier."Stop pretending!" he shouted. "You know exactly what you did!""Enough!" Eugene roared.The guards seized Jack by the arms and pulled him away from Kaelyn. He resisted for a moment, his eyes fixed on her with such fury that even the guards struggled to restrain him.Kaelyn immediately straightened her clothes and rubbed her arm where Jack had gripped her. Her face was flushed, but beneath the performance of distress
Becca gently released Mira's hand and brushed a few strands of hair away from her friend's forehead."Try to get some rest, okay? The healers will take good care of you, and I'll be right outside if you need anything” she said.Mira looked at her with tired, confused eyes then gave a faint nod before closing her eyes. The conversation had clearly exhausted her, and within moments, her breathing became slower as she settled against the pillows.Becca remained beside her for a few seconds, struggling to accept what she had just learned.Mira remembered their arrest by Desmond, but everything that had happened afterward seemed to have vanished from her mind. It was as though Mira had been pulled backward into a painful chapter of their past, leaving everything that came afterward somewhere beyond her reach.Becca swallowed the lump in her throat.She wanted to believe Mira would eventually recover her memories, but she had no idea how long that might take. With one final look at Mira,
The damp, musty air of the lower corridors clung to Kaelyn’s skin like an unwelcome second layer. Down here, the stones seemed to breathe with the memories of centuries—cold, wet, and whispering faint secrets she wished she couldn’t hear. The torches flickered in their iron sconces, casting jitt
The silence in the room was heavier than usual. Eugene stood by the large arched window in his room, one hand resting against the wooden frame, the other clenched into a fist at his side. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was already darkening, shadows stretching long across the forest. A
The heavy, rusted gates of the dungeon groaned open with a reluctant creak, the echoes bouncing off the stone walls like whispers of long-forgotten prisoners. The place was carved to break spirits. No soul came in here and left the same. Alpha Eugene descended the stone steps with purpose in his
The brunch was meant to be a peaceful one. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass panels above, splashing vibrant patterns across the marble floor of Councillor Hadrian’s grand greenhouse. Exotic flowers in full bloom filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Crystal glasses clink







