ログイン✨ Will Becca agree to examine Seraphina’s pregnancy, or will she uncover a deeper scheme hiding behind that smug smile? 👉 Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Eugene sat alone in the darkness of his chambers. Only the faint glow from the fireplace illuminated the massive room, casting restless shadows across the walls while silence pressed heavily around him.The silence felt unbearable tonight.His elbows rested against his knees while one hand covered part of his face. Exhaustion weighed on him heavily and it was not just physical. Emotional exhaustion was also present. It was the kind that hollowed a person out from the inside.His mind replayed the healer’s words over and over again. Every single time he remembered it, something twisted painfully inside his chest.He still wished the results had turned out differently. He wished the healer had announced there had been a mistake because the truth had destroyed everything within seconds.Becca’s devastated expression flashed through his mind again and Eugene shut his eyes tightly. The pain in her voice had been worse than any physical wound he’d ever suffered.The worst part was that he
The forest had gone deathly still with no movement except the shifting shadows between the trees.Becca slowly stepped backward until her shoulder brushed against Mira’s. Both women stood frozen as glowing eyes began appearing from the darkness one after another.Mira’s breathing became uneven instantly.“Oh no" she muttered. Low growls echoed around them and branches cracked beneath heavy footsteps as several figures slowly emerged from the shadows surrounding them.At least eight rogue wolves were visible and maybe more were hidden deeper in the trees.They were massive men dressed in torn leather and dark fur, their faces rough and scarred from years of violence and survival outside pack law. Some had partially shifted claws and glowing eyes, while others carried weapons strapped to their backs.Every single one of them looked dangerous and Becca’s stomach dropped immediately.“We need to run,” Mira whispered.Becca’s jaw tightened.“They’re already surrounding us" she said.The r
Max walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Blackwood mansion with one hand tucked inside his pocket while the other absentmindedly adjusted the sleeves of his dark shirt.The mansion was quieter now but not peaceful and everyone seemed to be waiting for the next disaster to strike.His footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors as he continued through the hallway, but unlike everyone else running around in panic tonight, he actually had a purpose.He needed to find Mira so they can talk but events keot preventing them and now the entire mansion felt like it was one argument away from collapsing.Max rubbed his forehead tiredly.Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and honestly that realization annoyed him because for a long time, he convinced himself he didn’t care anymore.Not after Skye.Skye’s betrayal had nearly destroyed him emotionally. Trusting someone only to realize they never truly valued him had left scars he rarely admitted existed.For days he buried
Jack stood firmly in the middle of the hallway with his arms crossed while staring at Becca and Mira like they had completely lost their minds.“You are not leaving,” he whispered harshly.Becca tightened her grip on her travel bag.“You keep saying that like I care.”“I’m serious.”“So am I.”The dim hallway flickered with candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone walls while tension crackled painfully between them.“You can’t just disappear in the middle of the night,” Jack continued quietly. “Do you even understand what Alpha Eugene will do when he finds out?”Becca laughed bitterly.“Oh, now everyone suddenly cares what Eugene feels” she said harshly. Jack sighed heavily.“That’s not what I meant" he clarified. “Then move.”“No.”Becca stared at him with growing anger.“Jack, I swear to the Moon Goddess—”“You’re pregnant!”His voice came out louder than intended and all three of them froze instantly. Jack quickly lowered his voice again while glancing around nervously.
Kaelyn entered her room quietly, but the moment the doors closed behind her, the composure she had been struggling to maintain completely cracked.Her eyes burned with emotion, humiliation, anger and pain.The baby slept peacefully, completely unaware of the storm surrounding their existence, and somehow that made Kaelyn feel even worse.Kaelyn stared down at the child for several long seconds then she whispered softly.“I did all of this for you" she said, her voice trembled.Ava quietly shut the doors behind them before approaching slowly.The room was warm and elegant, illuminated by candlelight and the soft crackling of the fire, but the atmosphere felt tense.Kaelyn wrapped her arms around herself tightly.“He yelled at me" she said.Ava remained silent while Kaelyn laughed bitterly under her breath.“Alpha Eugene has never spoken to me that way before.”Kaelyn slowly sat down on the edge of the bed while staring blankly ahead.“I know he’s upset, but…” She swallowed hard. “He lo
Becca stood near the foot of the bed with one travel bag hanging from her shoulder and another resting beside her feet.The room around her was still a mess from her frantic packing earlier. Open drawers hung crookedly, dresses were half-folded across the bed, and jewelry boxes sat abandoned on the vanity.But Becca no longer cared. She just wanted to get out.Mira stood near the door watching her anxiously.“You’re seriously doing this.”Becca bent down to zip the second bag completely.“Yes.”“It’s already late.”“I know.”“You’re pregnant.”Becca sighed tiredly.“I know that too, Mira" she said.Mira frowned.“How does running away help your baby?” she asked.Becca laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.“At least my child won’t grow up watching me get humiliated" she replied. The words made Mira’s chest tighten painfully. She looked genuinely heartbroken for her.“I just don’t want you making a decision you’ll regret" she said.Becca’s expression hardened instantly.“The on
The glow of the fire in Eugene’s study flickered against the walls, throwing long shadows over the furniture. Max sat back in the deep leather chair opposite Eugene’s desk, a half-filled glass of red wine between his fingers. His expression was distant, his normally sharp eyes unfocused as if sea
Becca shut the door behind her and turned to face them.Mira stood near the bed, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast. Max lingered by the doorway, posture rigid but gaze defiant. Jack leaned casually against the table, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.Becca crossed her ar
The halls were quiet, save for the faint hum of insects and the rhythmic tap of Becca’s boots against the marble floor. She carried a small tray in her hands which was a cup steaming faintly, filled with the herbal concoction she had worked on all day.Her steps were steady, but her mind was far f
The scent of crushed herbs filled the air, sharp and bitter, as Becca stirred the thick green mixture in a small bowl. The infirmary was quiet except for the constant sound of the pestle against stone and the faint rustle of linen curtains swaying in the cool afternoon breeze. Sunlight entered in







