Chapter Eugene Novels & Stories

“As you all know, our beloved alpha is gone.” “ It's tragic my dear friends.” “He was immortal, but the life he had was never his. When the time came he had to give it back. Sorrowful tale my dear friends.” Eugene addressed the crowd. My new powers could see through people. Eugene, the usurper and brother of the late alpha, is a figure shrouded in darkness and deception. Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demands attention, he carries himself with an air of arrogance and entitlement.

the host called out. Eugene stood up and made his way toward the stage. His posture was impeccable, exuding the elegance and confidence of someone raised in a privileged family. With sharp features and piercing eyes, his mere presence commanded attention. After taking the box from the host, Eugene glanced in a particular direction. Many in the audience whispered to each other, wondering who had caught his eye. "Did he just look over here?" "You must be imagining it." "No, I’m sure of it! I just don’t know who Mr. Ford was looking at. Whoever it is, if he’s interested, they’re practically guaranteed a life of luxury."

I don’t turn immediately, hoping that he will leave without me having to speak to him. When he doesn’t take the hint. I finally speak. “You shouldn’t be here,” I say, folding the parchment carefully. “I live here.” There is no accusation in his tone. That makes it worse. I finally turn to look at him. Eugene stands near the door, hands clasped loosely behind his back. He doesn’t look like a warrior. He never did. He has a lean frame and calm eyes. The kind of presence most wolves underestimate. A male Omega.

That would only enlarge his ego further. As soon as Eugene has seated himself on the chair where Mama sat seconds ago, he folds his hands together and rests with his forehead on them, looking down into his lap. He says nothing but only sits there. I take a few glances at him, wondering what he is doing. He has me on edge.

"Eugene was still expanding his network even as his plans began to unravel. The question is why? What was he ultimately working toward?" This question troubled the Alpha as well. Eugene's betrayal went beyond personal ambition or revenge; the systematic placement of his offspring across multiple territories suggested a larger strategy, a long-term plan capable of destroying countless lives.

I tried to smile, even though I really just wanted to leave. "Eugene, how are you?" Eugene had changed a lot. His physique had improved, and he now had a clean-cut hairstyle. He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, as if embarrassed. "I'm doing fine. I’m working in our family business here in Massachusetts, but I might... move to New York." My lips parted, wanting to say something, but I couldn't figure out what. In the end, I just closed my mouth. "You’re working in New York, right? I think I’d prefer to stay there, too."

“No need. You stay and rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” With that, he picked up the call and hurried out of the bedroom. A moment later, the front door closed with a sharp thud. Adora stood frozen in place, dazed. Eugene had always been terrified of death, yet he chose to end his life by slitting his wrists, watching his own blood drain out and feeling his life slip away bit by bit. The pain, the despair... No matter what he had done in the past, in that moment, it all dissolved into nothing.

"Just because Lynette stood up for her, she bought that headpiece on a whim. I wonder if she can afford it. I heard when she went back to the Ironclaw Pack, Sibyl gave her Eugene's compensation. She's not using that money to buy Sabrina jewelry, is she?" She added mournfully, "If Eugene could see this, he'd never rest in peace." Zelda felt a pang of sadness. Leaning on Adelaide's shoulder, she asked, "Adelaide, what was Eugene like?" Adelaide replied, "The Hutchinson family has a legacy of wolf generals, but none stood out until Eugene. He was exceptionally talented and brave. He served under my grandfather and later under my father on the Southern Border. Unfortunately, he sacrificed himsel

Brian "Brian!" Shouted Eugene, jumping on me. Well, that's one way to wake up, I suppose. It was early in the morning, too early for Eugene to be having this much energy. Well it was never to early for Eugey whose blood seemed to be an endless supply of energy drinks that coursed through his veins.

Eugene roared furiously. Eugene had a daughter, Tracy Atherton, who was studying abroad. She was a kind, well-behaving grandchild of Sylvie, and it was because of her that Sylvie had been giving Eugene chances, over and over again, without evicting him from the Atherton family. However, Sylvie underestimated Eugene's greed for money. At that moment, Eugene completely lost his rationality. He yelled with his eyes scarlet, "I won't talk to you! Tell Catelyn to come out! I'll count to three. If she doesn't commit suicide, I will—"