LOGINLiliana’s first week back was filled with quiet, careful planning. She walked through the Redborne mansion with innocent curiosity on her face, but her mind was sharp. She memorized every corner, every servant’s face, every guard’s routine.
At night, when the house was quiet, she practiced her soothing ability in secret, letting the Lunar mark on her forehead glow faintly as she tried to calm small animals or her own racing heartbeat.One of Paloma’s last confessions still echoed inThe next afternoon, the Redborne family arrived at the Winterchase manor for the private tea party. The ancient estate looked even more imposing under the bright daylight, its ivy-covered stone walls and tall arched windows giving it an air of timeless dignity. Hannah greeted them warmly at the entrance, but it was Aslan who immediately set the tone with his usual playful demeanor.Matthias stepped out of the car first, scanning the grounds with sharp, protective eyes. “Where is Liliana?”Aslan chuckled, clearly amused. “Relax, Lycan Matthias. Your daughter is perfectly safe. She’s with Clementine in the garden, picking flowers to arrange for the table. She insisted on helping.”Matthias’s frown deepened, his jaw tightening. “She’s alone with your son?”Shaina placed a calming hand on his arm, but her own lips twitched with amusement at her husband’s overprotectiveness.When they reached the garden, the scene that greeted them was almost too sweet. Clementin
The Winterchase manor was unlike anything Liliana had expected.It was old, ancient, even. Towering stone walls covered in ivy, tall arched windows with stained glass depicting scholarly scenes, and heavy oak doors that spoke of centuries of quiet dignity. Unlike the modernized Redborne mansion with its sleek lines and technology, the Winterchase estate remained proudly rooted in tradition. Yet everything was impeccably maintained, polished marble floors, perfectly trimmed gardens, and an air of refined intellect rather than ostentatious wealth. They were scholars first, rulers second.Hannah turned to her son with a gentle but firm tone. “Clementine, take good care of Liliana. Make sure she feels completely at ease. I don’t want a single hair on her head touched.”Clementine nodded respectfully. “Yes, Mother.”Aslan Winterchase, however, had different plans. While the others moved toward the sitting room, he discreetly took several photos with his pho
The restaurant was quiet, the soft clink of silverware and low murmurs creating a gentle backdrop. Liliana’s tears continued to fall as she stared at Clementine. The boy stood patiently a few steps away, his expression calm but his eyes deep and knowing. He extended his hand toward her, waiting.When Liliana didn’t move, too overwhelmed to respond, Clementine took a small step closer. His voice was gentle, almost shy. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid.” He carefully took her small hand in his, his touch warm and steady. “I’ve been waiting for you.”The contact broke something inside her. Liliana jumped down from her chair, unable to hold back any longer. She threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest as fresh tears soaked his shirt. “Clementine… you’re alive. You’re really here…”Clementine wrapped his arms around her gently, holding her close like something precious. He whispered softly against her hair, his voice only for her.
The heavy doors of the High Council chamber closed behind them with a resounding thud. The family stepped out into the cool afternoon air, the weight of the hearing still lingering like smoke. Sebas was taken back to the Redborne mansion first, where Aurora waited, recovering under the careful watch of the pack healers. Their marriage had been tested to its limits, but Aurora had chosen forgiveness and loyalty over resentment. She stood by her husband’s side even now, refusing to let Paloma’s influence tear them apart.Liliana, Matthias, and Shaina, accompanied by Orina acting more as a bodyguard than a secretary, decided on a change of scenery. They went to a quiet, upscale restaurant in neutral territory, a peaceful place with soft lighting, private booths, and the gentle hum of conversation. They chose a corner table overlooking a small garden, hoping for a moment of normalcy after the tense hearing.The meal started peacefully. Warm bread, fragrant so
The High Council chamber was a vast, imposing hall of cold marble and ancient oak. Heavy banners of the major packs hung from the walls, and the long curved table where the elders sat seemed designed to intimidate. Today, the air was thick with tension.Paloma stood at the center podium, dressed in modest, elegant black, playing the perfect victim. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she spoke, voice trembling.“I… I don’t know what happened,” she whispered, dabbing at her eyes. “Sebas approached me at the event hosted by my uncle. He was kind at first. Then he gave me a drink. Everything after that is hazy. I woke up in the Redborne Villa… locked away with him. He told me I was going to be his new Luna. That Aurora was too old. I tried to resist, but he… he was so convincing. I felt trapped. Brainwashed. I didn’t know how to escape.”Sebas stood at the opposite podium, looking genuinely lost. His face was pale, eyes clouded with confusion. “I… I don’t remember most
Somewhere in a neutral territory..Paloma didn’t waste time after leaving the Blacklore mansion.She arranged a discreet meeting with one of the High Council elders, Elder Varyn, a powerful but aging wolf who had long been under the Blacklores’ subtle influence. The location was a secluded private villa on the outskirts of neutral territory, far from prying eyes. Heavy curtains blocked the windows, and only a few trusted servants knew of the meeting.Elder Varyn waited. The moment she entered the dimly lit room, she locked the door behind her and let her dress slide off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood naked before him, full breasts heavy and nipples already hard, her pussy glistening with arousal.Varyn’s eyes darkened with hunger as he sat on the edge of the large bed, his cock already straining against his robes.His breathing already quickened. “You always know exactly what I need, Paloma.”Paloma crawled onto the bed like a predato
The chaos in the ballroom reached its peak as Matthias’s imperfect Lycan form loomed like a storm given flesh. His roar still echoed off the walls, golden eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage. Dark fur streaked with uneven patches of gold bristled across his massive frame. Bones protruded a
The moment Sebas Redborne stepped into the ballroom with Paloma on his arm, the warm, joyful atmosphere of Liliana’s ninth birthday celebration cracked like fragile glass.Paloma clung to him tightly, playing the fragile, unwanted guest. But Liliana didn’t wait for the tension to thicken. She
The grand ballroom, once filled with soft laughter and gentle music, fell into stunned silence the moment Sebas Redborne stepped through the grand doors with Paloma Blacklore on his arm.Paloma immediately pressed herself tightly against Sebas’s side, her crimson gown clinging to every curve
The grand ballroom of the Redborne mansion sparkled under soft moonlight-like lighting. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a gentle silver-blue glow over everything. Silver roses adorned every table, their delicate petals shimmering beautifully against white silk tablecl







