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Kaelyn’s footsteps were light, nearly soundless on the stone path leading away from the bench. The conversation she had with Becca last night still rang in her ears, her heart pounding, her fingers curling tightly into the folds of her sweater. A part of her was angry she hadn’t told Becca and Eugene the truth but she couldn’t predict what would happen the moment she did that. It was too much of a big risk to take. Her breathing came in short, shallow bursts, but she didn’t stop walking. Not until she was completely enveloped by the beautiful flowers surrounding her. She found herself at the far end of the garden, surrounded by blooming lilies and the soft rustle of leaves. The sun above gave the world a gentle golden hue, but nothing could soothe the war of feelings swirling inside her. She hadn’t meant to have these feelings. She hadn’t meant to feel the sting of her own denial. But as Kaelyn closed her eyes to process her thoughts, something else was happening in the oth

The air in Becca’s clinic was thick with antiseptics and dread. The scent of sterile gauze and alcohol burned her nostrils, but nothing stung more than the sight of the broken body lying on the stretcher in the center of the room. The spy had been barely alive when she, Eugene and Jack found him—bloodied, unconscious, several teeth missing, and his wrists purple from over-tightened restraints. Now, she hovered over him like a guardian angel, if only angels could be haunted by fury. “Another bag of saline,” she muttered to one of her maids, her voice clipped with tension. “He’s severely dehydrated.” The girl moved quickly, sensing her mood. Becca carefully cleaned the jagged gash across the spy’s cheek, the blood already dried and crusted. Her fingers trembled slightly. She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat. Desmond did this… Her jaw clenched. He did this in the name of justice. She adjusted the light above the spy’s face, her brows drawing together. His skin was

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 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 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, th