Enzo The room felt suffocating as Daphne stood before me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her small frame trembled under the weight of the accusation, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. The tension in the air was thick, and I hated every second of it."I didn’t take it, Alpha," she finally said, her voice breaking. “I don’t know how it ended up there. You have to believe me.”The sincerity in her voice was like a knife twisting in my chest. For a moment, I stood still, my jaw tight, watching the way her hands wrung together in front of her. I wanted to believe her, I did believe her but the evidence was damning, and Fiona's accusations only added to the fire."Explain, then," I said, my voice harsher than I intended. "How does Fiona’s necklace end up in your room? It doesn’t just appear there by magic, Daphne."Her head snapped up, and for a moment, I saw a flash of defiance in her eyes. “I don’t know!” she cried. “I swear on my lif
Enzo The weight of the moment lingered with me as I stepped out of Daphne’s room, the door clicking softly shut behind me. My heart was still pounding, and for a fleeting moment, I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes to steady myself.What was I doing? How had I let this happen?Daphne wasn’t supposed to matter. She was here to serve a purpose, nothing more. I had told myself that from the beginning, drilled it into my head so thoroughly that it had become my mantra. But somewhere along the way, her quiet strength, her unyielding spirit, had cracked through the walls I had built. And now, I couldn’t look at her without feeling the weight of something deeper, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to name.I took a deep breath, straightening up. This wasn’t the time to dwell on feelings I couldn’t afford. There was a more pressing issue at hand, someone in my pack had set Daphne up. Someone had planted Fiona’s necklace in her room, knowing the chaos it would cause. And there was no dou
Daphne The moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains of my room, casting a soft, silvery glow on the walls. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands, my thoughts tangled in the chaos of the last few days. Fiona's accusations still clung to me like a suffocating shroud, even though Enzo had believed my innocence. I didn’t know why, but the memory of the way he had hugged me lingered in my mind, warming me in a way I didn’t want to admit.The garden was serene under the glow of the full moon, its soft light reflecting off the dew-kissed petals of the roses. The gentle rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets filled the night air, creating a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the storm inside me. I had come here to think, to escape the weight of everything that had happened over the past few days.But I wasn’t alone.I felt his presence before I saw him. That familiar scent of cedar and musk drifted toward me, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart quickened
Daphne Enzo's hand moved gently up my back, his touch warm and steady, as though he were trying to reassure me of something he couldn’t yet say. His strength enveloped me, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was protective, anchoring. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this safe, this… seen. The storm of my thoughts began to quiet, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air.“You confuse me,” I whispered, daring to meet his intense gaze again. His dark eyes seemed to gleam under the soft light of the moon, full of emotions I couldn’t decipher.“How so?” he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a tremor through me.I hesitated, unsure how much of my heart I wanted to reveal. But something about this moment, this man, made it impossible to hold back. “One moment, you’re distant, cold—like you can’t even stand to look at me. And then, you’re here, holding me like I mean something to you.”He let out a deep sigh, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head.
DaphneThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the pack house, warming my skin as I stepped into the dining hall. It should have been a peaceful morning, but the air was thick with unease. Whispers rippled through the pack like wildfire. I couldn’t ignore the furtive glances sent my way or the abrupt silences that fell whenever I entered a room.I tried to push it aside, focusing on my daily tasks, but the tension wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. Something was wrong.It wasn’t until I heard the distant howls, sharp, desperate cries that sent a shiver down my spine that my fears solidified. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, peering out to see a group of patrol wolves carrying a prisoner between them.A rogue.My pulse quickened as the Alpha’s commanding voice boomed from outside. Enzo was in his element, his tone calm yet laced with authority. As much as I wanted to stay away from the commotion, curiosity tugged at me. Before I could talk myself
DaphneThe days had grown colder, and with them, the atmosphere in the pack house. The rogue’s words lingered like a curse over everyone, and while no one dared to speak openly about it, I could feel the weight of their suspicion.I tried to distract myself with small tasks, arranging the books in the library, helping in the kitchen, even wandering the gardens when no one was around but nothing could ease the knot in my chest. Every time I passed someone, their gaze lingered a second too long, and the whispers started before I was even out of earshot.It was Fiona, of course, who made her disapproval the loudest."Careful with the silverware, Daphne," she said one morning as I placed the polished knives on the dining table. Her tone was sweet, but her smile was sharp. "We wouldn’t want you to cut yourself. Or anyone else."My cheeks burned as the pack members sitting nearby chuckled under their breath. I wanted to snap back, to tell her to mind her own business, but I bit my tongue an
Daphne The hours after Enzo left the garden felt like a lifetime. The crash had sent a ripple of unease through the pack house, and though I didn’t know the source of the chaos, I could feel the tension thickening in the air.I lingered in the garden for as long as I could, hoping that the fresh air might calm my racing heart. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the cold began to seep into my bones, I reluctantly made my way back inside.The pack house was eerily quiet as I walked through the halls. Normally, I’d hear laughter or the low murmur of conversation, but tonight, there was nothing but the faint creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet.As I approached the staircase leading to my room, I heard voices drifting from the dining hall. Curious and more than a little apprehensive, I crept closer, careful to stay out of sight.“You’ve gone too far this time, Fiona,” Enzo’s voice growled, low and dangerous.“I’ve done nothing but protect this pack,” Fiona snapped
Enzo The door slammed shut behind me, Fiona’s sharp words still ringing in my ears. My jaw clenched as I strode down the hallway, my boots hitting the wooden floor with heavy thuds. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned. I had always known Fiona to be territorial, but the presence of Daphne had ignited something far worse.This was why I had resisted the idea of a breeder in the first place. A simple plan, an heir to break the curse and ensure the survival of my pack. No attachments, no emotions. But nothing was simple anymore.I turned a corner and froze. Tobias was standing near the staircase with Daphne.They were talking, their heads tilted toward each other, smiles tugging at their lips. Daphne’s delicate laughter floated through the air, soft yet vibrant, and for a moment, I was rooted to the spot.Jealousy surged through me like wildfire.The way Tobias looked at her, it was too familiar, too comfortable. And Daphne... She seemed happy. Not the subdued, cautious woman I had co
Enzo The door slammed shut behind me, Fiona’s sharp words still ringing in my ears. My jaw clenched as I strode down the hallway, my boots hitting the wooden floor with heavy thuds. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned. I had always known Fiona to be territorial, but the presence of Daphne had ignited something far worse.This was why I had resisted the idea of a breeder in the first place. A simple plan, an heir to break the curse and ensure the survival of my pack. No attachments, no emotions. But nothing was simple anymore.I turned a corner and froze. Tobias was standing near the staircase with Daphne.They were talking, their heads tilted toward each other, smiles tugging at their lips. Daphne’s delicate laughter floated through the air, soft yet vibrant, and for a moment, I was rooted to the spot.Jealousy surged through me like wildfire.The way Tobias looked at her, it was too familiar, too comfortable. And Daphne... She seemed happy. Not the subdued, cautious woman I had co
Daphne The hours after Enzo left the garden felt like a lifetime. The crash had sent a ripple of unease through the pack house, and though I didn’t know the source of the chaos, I could feel the tension thickening in the air.I lingered in the garden for as long as I could, hoping that the fresh air might calm my racing heart. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the cold began to seep into my bones, I reluctantly made my way back inside.The pack house was eerily quiet as I walked through the halls. Normally, I’d hear laughter or the low murmur of conversation, but tonight, there was nothing but the faint creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet.As I approached the staircase leading to my room, I heard voices drifting from the dining hall. Curious and more than a little apprehensive, I crept closer, careful to stay out of sight.“You’ve gone too far this time, Fiona,” Enzo’s voice growled, low and dangerous.“I’ve done nothing but protect this pack,” Fiona snapped
DaphneThe days had grown colder, and with them, the atmosphere in the pack house. The rogue’s words lingered like a curse over everyone, and while no one dared to speak openly about it, I could feel the weight of their suspicion.I tried to distract myself with small tasks, arranging the books in the library, helping in the kitchen, even wandering the gardens when no one was around but nothing could ease the knot in my chest. Every time I passed someone, their gaze lingered a second too long, and the whispers started before I was even out of earshot.It was Fiona, of course, who made her disapproval the loudest."Careful with the silverware, Daphne," she said one morning as I placed the polished knives on the dining table. Her tone was sweet, but her smile was sharp. "We wouldn’t want you to cut yourself. Or anyone else."My cheeks burned as the pack members sitting nearby chuckled under their breath. I wanted to snap back, to tell her to mind her own business, but I bit my tongue an
DaphneThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the pack house, warming my skin as I stepped into the dining hall. It should have been a peaceful morning, but the air was thick with unease. Whispers rippled through the pack like wildfire. I couldn’t ignore the furtive glances sent my way or the abrupt silences that fell whenever I entered a room.I tried to push it aside, focusing on my daily tasks, but the tension wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. Something was wrong.It wasn’t until I heard the distant howls, sharp, desperate cries that sent a shiver down my spine that my fears solidified. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, peering out to see a group of patrol wolves carrying a prisoner between them.A rogue.My pulse quickened as the Alpha’s commanding voice boomed from outside. Enzo was in his element, his tone calm yet laced with authority. As much as I wanted to stay away from the commotion, curiosity tugged at me. Before I could talk myself
Daphne Enzo's hand moved gently up my back, his touch warm and steady, as though he were trying to reassure me of something he couldn’t yet say. His strength enveloped me, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was protective, anchoring. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this safe, this… seen. The storm of my thoughts began to quiet, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air.“You confuse me,” I whispered, daring to meet his intense gaze again. His dark eyes seemed to gleam under the soft light of the moon, full of emotions I couldn’t decipher.“How so?” he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a tremor through me.I hesitated, unsure how much of my heart I wanted to reveal. But something about this moment, this man, made it impossible to hold back. “One moment, you’re distant, cold—like you can’t even stand to look at me. And then, you’re here, holding me like I mean something to you.”He let out a deep sigh, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head.
Daphne The moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains of my room, casting a soft, silvery glow on the walls. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands, my thoughts tangled in the chaos of the last few days. Fiona's accusations still clung to me like a suffocating shroud, even though Enzo had believed my innocence. I didn’t know why, but the memory of the way he had hugged me lingered in my mind, warming me in a way I didn’t want to admit.The garden was serene under the glow of the full moon, its soft light reflecting off the dew-kissed petals of the roses. The gentle rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets filled the night air, creating a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the storm inside me. I had come here to think, to escape the weight of everything that had happened over the past few days.But I wasn’t alone.I felt his presence before I saw him. That familiar scent of cedar and musk drifted toward me, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart quickened
Enzo The weight of the moment lingered with me as I stepped out of Daphne’s room, the door clicking softly shut behind me. My heart was still pounding, and for a fleeting moment, I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes to steady myself.What was I doing? How had I let this happen?Daphne wasn’t supposed to matter. She was here to serve a purpose, nothing more. I had told myself that from the beginning, drilled it into my head so thoroughly that it had become my mantra. But somewhere along the way, her quiet strength, her unyielding spirit, had cracked through the walls I had built. And now, I couldn’t look at her without feeling the weight of something deeper, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to name.I took a deep breath, straightening up. This wasn’t the time to dwell on feelings I couldn’t afford. There was a more pressing issue at hand, someone in my pack had set Daphne up. Someone had planted Fiona’s necklace in her room, knowing the chaos it would cause. And there was no dou
Enzo The room felt suffocating as Daphne stood before me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her small frame trembled under the weight of the accusation, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. The tension in the air was thick, and I hated every second of it."I didn’t take it, Alpha," she finally said, her voice breaking. “I don’t know how it ended up there. You have to believe me.”The sincerity in her voice was like a knife twisting in my chest. For a moment, I stood still, my jaw tight, watching the way her hands wrung together in front of her. I wanted to believe her, I did believe her but the evidence was damning, and Fiona's accusations only added to the fire."Explain, then," I said, my voice harsher than I intended. "How does Fiona’s necklace end up in your room? It doesn’t just appear there by magic, Daphne."Her head snapped up, and for a moment, I saw a flash of defiance in her eyes. “I don’t know!” she cried. “I swear on my lif
Fiona The first spark of anger lit inside me as soon as Tobias delivered the news.“She’s healed,” he said, his tone calm and professional as though he hadn’t just ruined my day. “There’s no longer any reason to delay.”I stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching as Tobias informed Enzo. My husband nodded, his expression unreadable, but I knew him well enough to recognize the subtle shift in his posture. He wasn’t just relieved—he was… pleased.My blood boiled.The idea of her, that omega being in his arms, taking what was meant to be mine, was unbearable. For weeks, I’d convinced myself this situation was temporary. A breeder, that’s all she was. A necessary evil to ensure the future of the pack.But the look in Enzo’s eyes told me otherwise.I bit my lip, holding back a growl as I spun on my heel and stormed toward my room. The heels of my boots clicked sharply against the floor, echoing through the quiet hall.This wasn’t supposed to happen.When Enzo first proposed the idea o