PATH

AlanaThe estate was quieter than it should have been. Not the oppressive silence that whispered danger, but the kind that pressed against your chest, suffocating in its anticipation. Every shadow felt longer, every flicker of candlelight sharper. I moved through the halls with caution, my heels silent against the marble, my thoughts louder than the world around me.It had been hours since the first wave had attacked the northern corridor, and the adrenaline had worn off just enough for reality to sink in. Bodies had been cleared, blood scrubbed from the floors, yet the scent lingered—a bitter tang that refused to leave, no matter how many candles I lit or sprays of disinfectant I used.I reached the greenhouse, drawn there instinctively. The sunlight streaming through the glass didn’t warm me; it burned, highlighting every pale curve of my skin, every line of tension I couldn’t hide. I touched the edge of a leaf, tracing the veins as if I could find answers there. But there were no a

Last Updated : 2025-10-05

Doubt

AlanaThe house had always carried weight. My father’s shadow was carved into every wall, his presence thick in the air, like the scent of old smoke that no amount of open windows could drive out. For years, I had felt like the ghost inside of it, trapped in silks and sundresses, speaking softly, expected to smile while the real decisions were made by men who thought I would break if I raised my voice.But tonight, the silence was mine. The walls that had watched me bow my head would see me lift my chin and claim what was always meant to be mine.I stood in front of the mirror in my room, fastening the black jacket across my body. It wasn’t lace or silk. It wasn’t meant to flatter. It was meant to armor. My reflection looked different than the girl they had dismissed for years. My hair fell in waves over my shoulders, darkened by the shadows of the room, and my eyes—blue as glass, once dismissed as delicate—burned with something none of them could mistake for weakness.This was not ab

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

Power

ZachPower didn’t sit quietly. It hummed in the bones, pulsed like blood in the veins, and tonight, it was alive in the walls of the Vittore estate.Alana had taken the council seat as if she’d been born with it in her hand. Watching her slice through their doubt with nothing but her voice, it should’ve filled me with relief. Instead, it made my chest ache with something I wasn’t ready to name. Pride. Fear. Hunger. All of it tangled together.She wasn’t a doll anymore, not to anyone. Not even to me.I should’ve been happy. But happiness wasn’t a language I spoke anymore. What stirred in me was darker, heavier, and it burned.The corridors outside the chamber were empty now, the marble floors reflecting candlelight. I walked alone, boots echoing like gunshots, my hands still tense from the way they had curled into fists behind her chair. Not because I doubted her, Christ, no. She’d owned that room. But because part of me had wanted to snap Romano’s neck right there when he smirked at h

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

All Chapters of Whispers of Loyalty: Chapter 131 - Chapter 133

PATH

Doubt

Power