Vivian sneaked back into the palace, her heart heavy with guilt. She had wanted to implicate her friend, Alice, to get her into trouble with Alpha Damian, but now she felt a deep regret. Who wouldn't be furious upon discovering their mate had slept with another man? Vivian's conscience tormented her, and for good reason - she had betrayed a friend, and the weight of her actions crushed her.Vivian quickened her pace, her heart racing with guilt and anxiety, her mind filled with turmoil.She knew Alpha Damian had always been cold and indifferent to love, rejecting his chosen mate on their ceremony night without a second thought.But he had surprisingly found love in Alice, and it had brought him a sense of happiness and warmth he had never known before.Vivian couldn't bring herself to be the one to tear them apart, to crush the fragile bond they shared, and destroy the joy that had finally found its way into Damian's life.The weight of her actions crushed her - she was the one who ha
Alice's gaze narrowed as she watched Vivian standing at the doorway, her eyes wide open in guilt and shock, like a rabbit caught in the rays of a vehicle's headlight.A surge of anger and betrayal coursed through her veins, and she wished to kill her friend where she stood. Her mouth filled with bitter bile and hatred for the woman standing several meters from her, and Vivian could only thank the distance that she still had her head on her neck.The air was thick with tension as their eyes locked, the silence between them palpable and heavy with unspoken accusations.Everything Damian had accused her of was Vivian's fault. Vivian had suggested she hire a man to get her pregnant, to save face before her mother-in-law and keep her mate. But Vivian had planted a camera in the room to tape the act, to use as leverage.Alice's mind raced with anger and betrayal as she realized Vivian's deception. She couldn't believe she had trusted her manipulative friend. The thought of Vivian's treacher
Alice's anger and frustration simmered as she sat in the cold, dark cell, her night vision piercing through the darkness. The putrid smell of mold and decay filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn. She glared around the small, dingy space, her eyes scanning the walls, floor, and ceiling with a mix of desperation and despair.As Alice sat in the darkness of the dungeon, her eyes adjusted to the faint light that seeped through the cracks in the walls. She noticed a small rat scurrying across the floor, its beady eyes glinting in the dim light. The rat crossed her feet, its tiny paws making barely a sound on the cold stone. Alice watched it with a mix of disgust and desperation, wondering if this was what her life had been reduced to - sharing a cell with rodents. She shuddered at the thought, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.As she gazed around, she noticed something peculiar - a faint outline of a figure etched into the wall. The image was barely visible, bu
Arya clutched her baby tightly to her chest. He had been very cooperative all evening, and even though she was yet to feed him, he hadn't cried.She looked down at him, and he smiled. Her heart went warm with love and affection for the little life in her arms.She remembered her parents, but instead of a void in her heart at the thought, she felt warm and loved. They would never be apart from her; their love and memory lived on through her child.She felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she was carrying on their legacy and that their love would continue to grow through her son. Luna Seraphine reached down to touch Akira on his tiny cheeks. "He's beautiful," she said, her voice full of warmth.Arya smiled and whispered a soft "thank you" in response to the compliment.As she did, she felt the heat of Damian's gaze piercing her from his throne behind them. She had been offered a seat beside the Luna's throne at the foot of the elevation where Damian's alpha throne sat, and
The air in the room was tense as everyone watched the two men standing formidably at the door. All that could be seen of them was their eyes, so it was difficult to tell what their facial expressions were as they continued their affront on Damian's palace."Elite command! Fall into position!" Tristan called out to the men by his side, his mind filled with a sense of duty to carry out his alpha's instructions.The men, six of them, three on either side of their leader, fell into place and held battle-ready stances. Their eyes were fixed on the two mysterious figures at the door, their bodies tense and ready to strike at a moment's notice.The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men and the faint hum of tension in the air. It was clear that a confrontation was brewing, and everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.Tristan spoke to the one of the impostors who had been doing the talking on behalf of the duo, his voice firm and menacing. "You still have th
Luna Seraphine rose to her feet and placed a hand on Arya's shoulder. "It's been quite a long day. You and the child must be tired. I'll have a maid fix up your old room in the guest house. Come with me." Arya nodded and obeyed, still looking a bit dazed from the events that had unfolded.Luna Seraphine looked up at Damian in his throne and said, "We'll be seeing you at dinner, son." Damian nodded and said, "Of course, mum. I'll see you at dinner, Arya." Arya nodded again and followed Luna Seraphine out of the throne room, leaving the tension and brutality of the scene behind.As they walked, Luna Seraphine's hand on her shoulder was a comforting presence, and Arya felt a sense of gratitude towards her. She knew that Luna Seraphine was trying to shield her from the harsh realities of the pack's politics, and she appreciated her kindness.The guest house was a cozy building separate from the main palace, and Arya remembered it fondly from her previous visits. She was relieved to be esc
Arya sat quietly, her senses coming alive as a train of maids and servants wheeled in their meal on different carts. The rich, savory scent of roast venison wafted through the air first, carrying hints of rosemary and garlic, mingling with the robust fragrance of slow-cooked stews.As the lid was lifted from a large tureen, the earthy aroma of mushroom and barley soup rose, mingling with the delicate scent of thyme. Nearby, platters of grilled fish emitted a fresh, briny scent, enhanced by a squeeze of lemon and the faintest hint of dill. Freshly baked bread added its warm, yeasty smell, promising a soft and comforting texture.The air was punctuated by the sharp tang of aged cheese, cutting through the richer, heavier scents with a crisp, nutty note. A final flourish came from the sweet, inviting aroma of spiced apple pie, its buttery crust and cinnamon filling providing a comforting end to the olfactory journey.The steward, Sigurdson, came in last, after the train of servants, and
Vivian resumed crying in the truck, her sobs echoing through the confined space as the vehicle slowly tore through the night. She was sorely afraid for the way things had turned out for her in the space of just one day. So much had happened. In one day, she had managed to betray her friend, end up in the dungeons, get exiled from her people, and now, she sat in the back of a truck carrying her off to an unknown destination.Alice grew impatient with Vivian's constant whimpering, as it was clouding her thought process. She needed some quiet to plot an escape plan for the both of them. She turned to Vivian and sharply said, "Can you shut up already!"Vivian's whimpers grew softer until they quieted out completely, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. Alice's gaze never wavered, her eyes fixed intently on the men blocking their exit, her mind racing with strategies and possibilities. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the rattle of the truck's wheels on the road.Ali