THAT SAME NIGHT. IN THE JONES ESTATE.
The room was quiet, but a thick air of fury blew across every corner.
Williams Jones stood in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. His voice was loud and sharp. “You made a fool of this family, Mitch. In front of the whole Council!”
Andrea Jones, sitting beside his son, looked tired. His hands were shaking slightly. “He didn’t mean to disrespect anyone, Williams. He just—”
“Don’t!” Williams barked. “Don’t defend him! That girl, broke the mate bond with Edward. She went against our laws. The punishment was clear, silver suppressing injection. It needed seven seals. Seven. And your son was the only one who didn’t sign it!”
Mitch sat on the sofa, legs spread, arms folded. He looked calm. Too calm. “I didn’t think she deserved that punishment,” he said indifferently.
“She’s an omega!” Edward shouted from near the window where he stood, fuming in anger.
“She broke the bond with me in front of everyone! And you still stood with her?” Edward barked.
“I didn’t stand with her,” Mitch said, not looking at him. “I just didn’t want to torture her. Five years of servitude is already enough.”
“You made me look weak!” Edward yelled. “You let her walk away with no real punishment.”
“She didn’t walk away,” Mitch said. “She’s trapped in your house. She’s hurting. You’re just angry because she didn’t beg.”
Edward stepped closer. “Yes. You're right. She didn't beg, because she feels equal with me. If you had signed the silver suppression, her wolf would have been restricted, a reminder of the omega she is!”
“Youre really mean,” Mitch shot back. “Is that what you wanted? What if the table is turned around, will you accept that punishment?”
Williams slammed his hand on the table. The sound made everyone jump. “You don’t get to pick and choose the law, Mitch! You’re on the Council because of this family. Because of me. Don’t forget that!”
Mitch stood now, his eyes burning. “No. I’m on that Council because I worked for it. I fought in the rogue wars, I helped rebuild this country, even in my young age. I—”
“You had support,” Williams snapped, interrupting him
“You had a name! Jones! It worked for you! Don’t pretend you did it all alone.” Williams thundered, but Mitch didn't flinch.
Edward stepped in again. “You let me down, Mitch. You’re my cousin. You should’ve stood by me.”
Mitch turned to him slowly. “I don’t support injustice. Even if it’s family.”
“Don’t act like you care about justice,” Edward said. “You just wanted to look like a hero.”
“I care about what’s right!” Mitch shouted.
"And mind how you speak to me! I'm still your elder!" Mitch yelled.
"An elder with four years!" Edward sneered.
"That four years is something! So show some respect!" Mitch snapped.
“Enough!” Williams roared. His voice shook the walls. His eyes flashed fire for a second, his wolf close to the surface.
Andrea rubbed his forehead and spoke softly. “He’s still young, Williams. He’ll learn.”
Williams looked at Mitch with cold eyes. “He better. Because if he keeps acting like this, the Council will turn on him. And I won’t stop them.” then he stormed out of the sitting room.
Mitch didn’t say another word. He just looked out the window, his face blank. After a while, he walked over to the sofa and slumped into it.
Edward stood still, fists clenched, breathing hard. After a moment, he stormed out.
Andrea rose quietly from the sofa, and proceeded to Mitch. He didn’t speak right away. Just looked steadily at his son.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Mitch didn’t look at him. “Go ahead and keep scolding me if you want,” he said in a cold voice.
Andrea let out a tired sigh and sat beside him. There was silence, which stretched for a few seconds.
“You made a big choice today,” Andrea said. “And it wasn’t an easy one.”
“I did what I thought was right,” Mitch said quietly. “Everyone’s acting like I betrayed the family.”
Andrea nodded slowly. “I know. But this family... we’ve lived by rules for so long, Mitch. When someone breaks them, even for a good reason, it shakes everything.”
Mitch finally looked at his father. “So you think I was wrong too?”
Andrea shook his head. “No. I think you were brave. But bravery doesn’t always come with applause. Sometimes it comes with anger, silence... or worse, distance.”
Mitch’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t want to fight with Edward. He’s my cousin. But I couldn’t sign that paper. I couldn’t do that to that fragile girl.”
“I know,” Andrea said. “I saw the look in your eyes when the sentence was read. You were thinking with your heart.”
“I’m on the Council to do what’s right,” Mitch whispered. “Not just what’s expected.”
Andrea put a hand on his shoulder. “And that’s exactly why I’m proud of you.”Mitch’s eyes burned for a second, but he blinked the feeling away.
“Your uncle... he’s a strong man,” Andrea went on. “But strength without compassion can be cruel. What you showed today was strength with heart. Not many leaders have that.”
“They hate me for it,” Mitch muttered.
“They’re just angry,” Andrea said gently. “Let them cool off. Time has a way of showing truth.”
Andrea stood, walking toward the door, then halted.
“Don’t lose yourself in all this noise, Mitch. And don’t stop standing for what’s right. Even if it means standing alone.”
Mitch looked up at him, and for the first time all night, he felt a rekindling in his heart.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Andrea gave a small, proud smile. “Get some sleep, son. Tomorrow’s another battle.”
And with that, he left the sitting room, closing the door softly behind him.
Mitch heaved a sigh of relief. His father was in support of his action, and that made his heart swell in joy.
He glanced at the huge wall clock, the night was far spent. He needed to get some sleep, but there was one more thing he had to do.
The moment Lucille Clinton walked into the party, provocative laughter erupted in the room, and all gazes fell on her. She might have felt proud if they were admiring her, but they weren’t. Their stares were full of mockery, not admiration.She stood still in the crowded hall, surrounded by classmates. But, though they were all students, she knew she didn’t belong there. The difference between them was clear. They were from rich, powerful families. The elite pack called the 'Executive Pack', while Lucille was from the lowest ranked pack, known as the 'Commoners'.If they had only whispered behind her back, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much. But they wanted her to hear them. They wanted to see her heart break.“Did she time-travel to the medieval age to steal that dress?” a girl shouted, followed by loud laughter.Lucille heard every word. Her hand tightened around her dress.“She looks like a clown. That dress is a disaster!” another voice mocked.“My maid wouldn’t even wear that a
The pain hit her like a sharp wave, but she forced herself to bear it. She would leave with her head high; no one would see her suffering.She watched as Edward’s face twisted in agony from the broken mate bond. She wouldn’t leave right away, she needed to see him feel the torment, the same torment she was going through, a torment he couldn’t bear.Then, Edward collapsed, clutching his chest, the pain coursing through him.Without thinking, Lucille ran out of the hall and into the night. The pain tore at her, her face contorting, but she kept running. She didn’t stop until she reached a closed shop, collapsing onto its pavement, curling up, as if trying to protect herself from the excruciating pain.The agony of the broken bond was so intense that she groaned deeply. It hurt, but she was free. Free from her tormentors, free from Edward Jones, the mate who had only humiliated and shamed her.Eventually, the pain slowly began to ease. She sat up, leaning her back against the shop wall.
The car stopped all of a sudden, its headlights falling on her fragile body lying on the ground. Just as she tried to stand again, she saw a hand reaching out to her. Without thinking, she took it and tried to stand, but her legs were too weak, and she nearly fell again."Why would a young girl like you drink so much?" the man asked, his voice filled with disappointment.Drunk? Would she blame the man? How could she tell him she hadn’t drunk anything? How could she explain, when the smell of alcohol was all over her and she could barely stay on her feet?“I’m sorry… thank you,” she whispered, the only words she could manage.She watched him get back into the car, the same car that almost hit her, and drove away.Slowly, she limped to the bus shelter and sat down on a bench. Tears filled her eyes. She was hurting terribly, not just from the fall, but from everything that had happened that night.She wished she had never gone to that party. She wished she hadn’t listened to her mother.
Lucille stared at her mother, shock written all over her face."And who made that law? The goddess?" she asked, her voice low but trembling with frustration.Her mother paused, then slowly turned her head to look at her."The goddess gave us the main laws," she said softly. "But the authority created more rules based on them." She walked back to the bed where Lucille was still sitting."When we found out you were fated to him, I was happy. They're powerful, Lucy. Wealthy beyond imagination. I thought you were lucky. I thought your future was set. But now, you've destroyed everything." Her mother’s voice broke slightly. Then she turned and walked out, her shoulders heavy with disappointment.Lucille felt like she didn’t recognize her mother anymore. How could she say that? How could wealth matter more than peace?For years, her mother had seen the pain she endured. How Edward and her classmates treated her like she was nothing. Yet now, rejecting him was wrong?The law from the goddess
Lucille’s mind drifted back to the day everything changed, the day she found out she was fated to Edward.She had gone to help her mother at their usual spot by the roadside, just like every other day. The sun was hot, the street was busy, and life was normal.Then, out of nowhere, a sleek, luxurious car sped past, sending a gust of wind that made her flinch. Her heart skipped. Something felt strange.The car slowed a little further down the road, then began to reverse, heading back toward her.And that’s when it happened. A sudden, sharp pull inside her chest. Her heart raced. A deep feeling she couldn't explain rose within her.Then she heard her wolf’s voice whispering loud and clear inside her mind."Mine."The word jolted her. Her breath caught in her throat.She stepped out from behind the kiosk and stood a short distance away, her eyes fixed on the approaching car.Every day, rich cars passed that road. She never cared who was inside them. But this one… this one was different.
While Lucille tossed and turned, haunted by the tormenting images in her dreams, Edward couldn’t find a moment of peace. Mark had gone back after dropping him off, just to pick up his own car.Edward paced his room, his mind a storm of fury. He would make Lucille pay. For the humiliation. For every insult.Without wasting another second, he left his house, jumped into his car, and drove off in a rush.Less than thirty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a grand estate, his family’s home.He switched off the engine, stepping out of the car. The sight of several luxury cars neatly lined up confirmed it: his father was likely in one of his political meetings.His anger burned hotter as he strode toward the house, each step fueled by the fire inside him."Eddy?" His mother, Maude Jones, called out the moment she saw him enter the living room.She stood from the sofa and rushed to him, concern in her eyes."What’s wrong?" She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was late, far lat
The next morning, Lucille woke up with a terrible headache. The bruise on her forehead only made it worse, and now she felt a slight fever coming on.She sluggishly sat up, her eyes fixed on the wall, her body aching everywhere. The pain was unbearable, and even though she had been given pain relief at the clinic, it didn’t seem to help much.Maybe she had been too hopeful about the painkillers working. The clinic often used substandard drugs, and the Commoners typically relied on herbs they prepared themselves for healing.Perhaps she should ask her mother for some herbs.Her door opened, and Louis hurried in, rushing to her side. "How are you?" he asked, gently taking her arm, his face clouded with worry."You’ve got a fever!" he whispered, concern in his voice."My whole body hurts, Louis," Lucille replied, her voice hoarse from the pain and her breathing shallow."It's from the fall," he said softly, moving closer to examine her forehead."I don't think the medicine worked," he si
Two weeks had passed.Lucille stood silently in her cell, staring out through the tiny window. It had been fourteen long days since the warden dragged her away and locked her up in isolation. The conditions were cruel, she was fed scraps just once a day and forced to scrub huge halls three times daily.She hadn’t seen or heard from her family since. No verdict was ever given in the werewolf kingdom unless it was under the full moon, and tonight, she believed, would be the night.She kept her eyes on the sky as the first light of dawn gave way to dusk. And then, slowly, the full moon appeared, round and golden, casting its glow across the land. A small wave of relief washed over her, at least something was finally happening.Moments later, the cell door creaked open. A female warden stepped in, her face cold and unfriendly.“Stretch your hands,” she barked.Lucille didn’t hesitate. She raised her arms and felt the sting of silver cuffs snapping around her wrists.“Move!” the warden ord
THAT SAME NIGHT. IN THE JONES ESTATE.The room was quiet, but a thick air of fury blew across every corner.Williams Jones stood in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. His voice was loud and sharp. “You made a fool of this family, Mitch. In front of the whole Council!”Andrea Jones, sitting beside his son, looked tired. His hands were shaking slightly. “He didn’t mean to disrespect anyone, Williams. He just—”“Don’t!” Williams barked. “Don’t defend him! That girl, broke the mate bond with Edward. She went against our laws. The punishment was clear, silver suppressing injection. It needed seven seals. Seven. And your son was the only one who didn’t sign it!”Mitch sat on the sofa, legs spread, arms folded. He looked calm. Too calm. “I didn’t think she deserved that
Without further words, Lord Arthur turned toward the door, his stride purposeful. The other council members followed him back to the courtroom, and to the judgement throne, then took their designated seats.The courtroom was silent, heavy with anticipation. Lucille heart pounded in her chest. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, trying to steady herself, but the tremble was undeniable. Would the silver suppressing continue? Or would it be a harsher punishment.The courtroom quieted down the moment the council returned.Lord Arthur stood up, "with the power bestowed on me, I will continue this proceeding,"His gaze pinned on Lucille. "Lucille Clinton," he began, his voice carrying across the room, "you, an Omega, stand before this council accused of severing your bond with Edward Jones, a man of noble blood. As stated in the law, your actions have earned you punishment. The council has deli
It was Lord Mitch. With a swift motion, he pushed the document aside, his face twisted with defiance. The clerk hesitated for a moment, then picked up the document, his eyes nervously shifting between the council members, waiting for further instructions. “What did you say?” Lord Arthur snapped.Lord's Mitch voice was calm but firm. “You ask me to seal punishment for a woman who severed a bond with cause. That is not justice. That is control.”The elites erupted in outrage. Edward's face twisted in fury. Without the seven seals, the judgement would not stand.The Omegas sat up straighter, hope flickering in their tired eyes.Lucille blinked, stunned. She hadn’t expected an ally.Lord Arthur's eyes burned. “You defy the council?”Lord Mitch met his gaze without flinching. “I uphold the law. If you want tyranny, write it plainly.”The scroll trembled in the scribe’s hands. He hadn't experienced such scene before in the court room.Lord Mitch leans forward, slamming his hand against his
At the first row where the Grandville pack was seated, Edward Jones sat elegantly. He was dressed in a black, luxurious tailored suit. His eyes were deep, and on Lucille, who made no attempt to scan that part of the courtroom.Without warning, a sharp trumpet blast pierced the air. It echoed off the walls, making hearts race and heads lower. It wasn’t just sound; it was a signal, a declaration, that the Tribunal council had arrived.Every pack member froze, eyes locked on the tall double doors by the left.The doors slid open, revealing seven figures dressed in tailored black suits and long, ceremonial coats lined with silver threading. Each one of them exuded cold, inhuman composure. Their presence alone demanded submission.The moment the tribunal council members walked in, everyone rose. The commoners bowed their heads right away. Some dropped to one knee. Others lowered their eyes, too afraid to meet the gaze of such power. Mothers pulled their children close. A few people whisper
Two weeks had passed.Lucille stood silently in her cell, staring out through the tiny window. It had been fourteen long days since the warden dragged her away and locked her up in isolation. The conditions were cruel, she was fed scraps just once a day and forced to scrub huge halls three times daily.She hadn’t seen or heard from her family since. No verdict was ever given in the werewolf kingdom unless it was under the full moon, and tonight, she believed, would be the night.She kept her eyes on the sky as the first light of dawn gave way to dusk. And then, slowly, the full moon appeared, round and golden, casting its glow across the land. A small wave of relief washed over her, at least something was finally happening.Moments later, the cell door creaked open. A female warden stepped in, her face cold and unfriendly.“Stretch your hands,” she barked.Lucille didn’t hesitate. She raised her arms and felt the sting of silver cuffs snapping around her wrists.“Move!” the warden ord
The next morning, Lucille woke up with a terrible headache. The bruise on her forehead only made it worse, and now she felt a slight fever coming on.She sluggishly sat up, her eyes fixed on the wall, her body aching everywhere. The pain was unbearable, and even though she had been given pain relief at the clinic, it didn’t seem to help much.Maybe she had been too hopeful about the painkillers working. The clinic often used substandard drugs, and the Commoners typically relied on herbs they prepared themselves for healing.Perhaps she should ask her mother for some herbs.Her door opened, and Louis hurried in, rushing to her side. "How are you?" he asked, gently taking her arm, his face clouded with worry."You’ve got a fever!" he whispered, concern in his voice."My whole body hurts, Louis," Lucille replied, her voice hoarse from the pain and her breathing shallow."It's from the fall," he said softly, moving closer to examine her forehead."I don't think the medicine worked," he si
While Lucille tossed and turned, haunted by the tormenting images in her dreams, Edward couldn’t find a moment of peace. Mark had gone back after dropping him off, just to pick up his own car.Edward paced his room, his mind a storm of fury. He would make Lucille pay. For the humiliation. For every insult.Without wasting another second, he left his house, jumped into his car, and drove off in a rush.Less than thirty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a grand estate, his family’s home.He switched off the engine, stepping out of the car. The sight of several luxury cars neatly lined up confirmed it: his father was likely in one of his political meetings.His anger burned hotter as he strode toward the house, each step fueled by the fire inside him."Eddy?" His mother, Maude Jones, called out the moment she saw him enter the living room.She stood from the sofa and rushed to him, concern in her eyes."What’s wrong?" She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was late, far lat
Lucille’s mind drifted back to the day everything changed, the day she found out she was fated to Edward.She had gone to help her mother at their usual spot by the roadside, just like every other day. The sun was hot, the street was busy, and life was normal.Then, out of nowhere, a sleek, luxurious car sped past, sending a gust of wind that made her flinch. Her heart skipped. Something felt strange.The car slowed a little further down the road, then began to reverse, heading back toward her.And that’s when it happened. A sudden, sharp pull inside her chest. Her heart raced. A deep feeling she couldn't explain rose within her.Then she heard her wolf’s voice whispering loud and clear inside her mind."Mine."The word jolted her. Her breath caught in her throat.She stepped out from behind the kiosk and stood a short distance away, her eyes fixed on the approaching car.Every day, rich cars passed that road. She never cared who was inside them. But this one… this one was different.
Lucille stared at her mother, shock written all over her face."And who made that law? The goddess?" she asked, her voice low but trembling with frustration.Her mother paused, then slowly turned her head to look at her."The goddess gave us the main laws," she said softly. "But the authority created more rules based on them." She walked back to the bed where Lucille was still sitting."When we found out you were fated to him, I was happy. They're powerful, Lucy. Wealthy beyond imagination. I thought you were lucky. I thought your future was set. But now, you've destroyed everything." Her mother’s voice broke slightly. Then she turned and walked out, her shoulders heavy with disappointment.Lucille felt like she didn’t recognize her mother anymore. How could she say that? How could wealth matter more than peace?For years, her mother had seen the pain she endured. How Edward and her classmates treated her like she was nothing. Yet now, rejecting him was wrong?The law from the goddess