JASMINE“What are you thinking, Jasmine?” Addison demanded, her temper flaring as she burst into my room. Her gray eyes flashed and I nearly winced as she approached. “Are you out of your mind? Don’t you know how dangerous this is going to be?”I took a small, centering breath and stepped aside from my half-packed bag, eyes fixing on my twin. It had been a long time since I’d seen Addison so angry like this. “I know you’re mad, Addison, but this is the best solution,” I replied evenly, subduing my worry in favor of assuring her. “We needed to craft a plan and this was the only way it was going to work-”“This isn’t the best solution,” my sister fired back, shaking her head. “The best we thing can do is wait to get a clear understanding of the situation. House Madden should be the one to rush to the front. It would do our family no good.”“What do you mean?” I asked as my brows furrowed.“I don’t know how much clearer I can be,” Addison replied sharply, her arms crossing against her c
JASMINEI half-expected Addison to snarl at him given her mood and our conversation, but instead, she just glared at Flynn before pushing past him, leaving us alone in awkward silence. Eventually, Flynn cleared his throat and walked in.“Are you alright?” the Beta asked, his voice calm but containing just a bit of reluctance and worry.“I’m fine,” I assured him, brushing my hair out of my face. “It was nothing, just… an argument between twins. The worst kind. I’m sorry for the way she pushed past you like that.”I forced a smile even though I was a little mortified. I didn’t know how long Flynn had been outside the door but I hoped that he hadn’t heard our conversation. Miscommunication happened often between my sister and me but it was embarrassing to think that he heard us arguing.Not to mention what Addison said about my feelings toward him. If the Beta had overheard her words… our friendship would surely be over.And that was the worst thought of all.“Um, was there something yo
EVELYNI was a little taken aback, not expecting the question at all, especially not from Aiden. Regardless of how everything had happened between Cole and I, my friend was still the King’s Guard, his sworn hand. Talking to him about such intimate matters, especially considering that not long ago, he’d offered to help me escape the palace… it felt strange and heavy.Still, I couldn’t keep him waiting.Right?I wondered if perhaps this wasn’t a real question but when I looked back at Aiden, I found that his face was surprisingly serious. His expression was solemn, his dark blue eyes searching for an answer.My cheeks suddenly grew hot as I wrestled with my thoughts, unsure of how to answer my friend when things were still so chaotic and strange between the King and me.“I… I suppose so,” I replied finally, knowing that there was no use in denying it. “I know it’s stupid, but I do love him, Aiden.”“There’s nothing stupid about that,” Aiden said, shaking his head. “That being said… peop
EVELYNThe next morning, I woke up early and immediately decided that I needed to talk with the scarred man.I’d had a bad dream about Aiden, and while I couldn’t remember all of the details when I awoke, I had a terrible feeling in my belly, one that told me I needed to get to the bottom of what was going on with my friend. Something was amiss and I couldn’t let it continue without question. I wanted to figure out what he had talked about with Aiden the day before and why Aiden suddenly healed so fast.Physically, something was amiss. Even Cole, easily the strongest wolf in the kingdom, couldn’t have recovered from such intense injuries that quickly. He healed at a more rapid pace due to his power, but he couldn’t have done so as fast as Aiden had.What had happened to him?And was he okay?That was the thing that mattered the most to me. I needed to know that my friend was okay in a place full of such terrible, wicked people. The thought of losing him somehow to the scarred man or J
JASMINEMuch to my disappointment but not surprise, Addison didn’t appear when I was set to depart for the House of Fox. I searched the halls for her, but my twin was nowhere to be found, likely still upset with me for making the decision to leave at all. I hadn’t seen her since our argument the day before, but I couldn’t be too shocked. Addison wasn’t the kind of person who talked about feelings or admitted she was in the wrong.So, while I was eager to speak with her, I knew I couldn’t force her into civility. All I could do is use my frustration to keep me alive, so I could come back and chew her out myself, as well as prove her wrong, both out of spite.Since Addison wasn’t there, there were only two people who saw me off.Leila and Flynn Hart.Leila hugged me tightly upon seeing me. She must have heard everything from her brother the day before as I could see dark circles beneath her golden brown eyes. I hugged her back, rubbing her back soothingly for a moment before we pulled a
JASMINEAs the woman and I locked eyes, I had a strange feeling in my stomach, one that I couldn’t quite explain. While I was momentarily pleased that I had an excuse for the guards, I didn’t know these people and didn’t know their motivations.The man began to apologize to the guard. “I’m so sorry. This is my daughter, Lily. She and I got into a quarrel, so she ran away. She packed up her things and left home but as you can see, we’ve caught up to her. We’ll bring her straight home.”The guard didn’t seem convinced. In fact, he seemed downright suspicious.The man took two bags of coins from his jacket and stuffed them into the guard’s pocket as if it were nothing.Without another word, the guard turned on his heels and left.As he vanished down the street, I turned to face the couple, ready to ask why they had helped me, but before I could get the words out, the woman shushed me and shook her head.“This isn’t a safe place to talk,” she said softly, not quite a whisper but also not
JASMINEI had never imagined in a million years that I would witness magic of any kind. Even when Leila had presented the evidence of her findings in books, a part of me was still a non-believer. It was hard to trust in something I’d never seen.But now… now that I was witnessing Sylvia’s magic- the dramatic change in her appearance, the new face she’d somehow donned- I was chilled to the bone.Sylvia smiled, her teeth the same straight white rows as before, and right in front of my eyes, her face shifted to how it was before.“I know you’re in a hurry but this is going to take some time. We have to wait. Seb will investigate and craft a picture of how security is arranged around the House before you take any actions, otherwise, you’re heading to your doom. It would be foolish of you to act without restraint.”She then lowered her voice, her chin lifting slightly. “Besides… I know my son isn’t weak. I know what’s best for him-““You haven’t returned even once to see if ‘your son’ is a
JASMINEHer sentence lingered in the air and it made my stomach hurt just to think about it for so long. It was always a woman’s choice but I could tell how scary it would have been to essentially be pregnant with a stranger’s child- a stranger who happened to be a completely different species- after having to flee one’s homeland.I didn’t know Sylvia but the hurt in her voice thawed some of my sympathy.“Obviously I didn’t follow through,” she noted. “The longer I had the child in my belly, the more reluctant I was to end his life. He was a stranger to me and yet he was my blood. He may not have been conceived ideally but I struggled to let him go.”She paused for a moment and gazed off in the distance.Her words and disposition were in a firm contrast to her actions. Clearly, she cared for Cole… so why did she leave him behind and essentially pretend he didn’t exist?What had happened between then and now?I wanted to ask but there was no way to ask the question without sounding lik
EVELYNThe next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger.The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woman in my dream.My fingers traced the contours of her face, almost as if moving of their own will. For a moment, it felt as though she were gazing back at me, whispering something just beyond my grasp.But truth isn’t always comforting. Sometimes, it is agonizing. Horrible. Sometimes, you wish you h
EVELYNIt was well past noon when I finally had a moment to stretch my overworked body. I devoured a sandwich and drained a full cup of strong tea that the servant had brought me before I finished reading the last three petitioning papers on my desk.One might assume that being a queen promised endless luxury, unchallenged authority, and an insouciant existence. But in reality, this had been my daily routine ever since I was crowned the Queen of Hescor three months ago—gorging down cold sandwiches and fueling myself with cups of strong tea between work breaks. Still, even that was preferable to enduring extravagant banquets filled with pompous lords and prying officials.I pushed the tray aside and reached for the two letters on the cabinet. Both bore an indication of the sender—a seal at the corner of the envelopes—marking them as messages from Tiryn. I pried the first one open and pulled out the folded parchment—it was from Leila.Over the past months, Leila had sent me five letters
EVELYNIf storms were made of reporting sheets, endless queues of petitioners, and nagging lords filled with complaints and unrealistic pleas, then my life after the coronation could only be described as stormy.I rubbed my temples as I put down yet another ridiculous petition—this one requesting justice for a missing kitten. According to the petitioner, the kitten had disappeared while he was visiting the main market of Halian, and he suspected that a human foreigner had used some “nasty” trick to steal it away.Thanks to the Ozora-Eanica Treaty of Friendship, Commerce, and Navigation—signed by Hescor, Tiryn, and the two other werewolf nations of Eanica half a month ago—the number of foreigners traveling from Eanica to Ozora had been steadily rising. Though other nations remained cautious, Cole and I were expecting to receive their diplomats in the coming weeks. Tiryn’s example had piqued their interest, and they were beginning to see the great potential in establishing trade and dip
EVELYN“You don’t believe us, do you?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, sharper than I had intended. “You don’t believe in our determination.”Oakley studied me for a long moment before a grin flickered across his face, his usual cavalier attitude returning. “Let’s just say I’m afraid. Or maybe I’m tired of fighting for myself. Time to seek something else in life, isn’t it? Perhaps an exotic beauty in a foreign land. I hear some human girls have a particular taste for fluffy animals—”“Don’t change the subject,” I cut him off, glowering. “You’re not someone who scares easily.”“I wasn’t,” he admitted, inhaling deeply. “But I am now.” His smirk faded, replaced by a hardened expression. “Her husband has erased her past to give her a new life, a paradise of his own making. And I won’t be the one to destroy it.”It took me a moment to understand who he meant. Maria.“I saw her three days ago,” Oakley continued. “I imagined she’d be suffering under the hand of some lord, a
EVELYNI had never known there was a secret room attached to the Alpha’s Study, hidden behind the towering bookshelves that lined the wall opposite the long marble desk. A concealed passageway linked the two, its entrance masked by books that Cole now pushed aside. He twisted a small, inconspicuous knob, and the hidden door clicked open.I followed him inside, ducking low as we maneuvered through the narrow, dark passage. When he opened another door at the end, we stepped into a small chamber. It was even tinier than the room I had once lived in as a maid, furnished only with a round desk, a few chairs, and a cabinet against the wall.Despite its minimalism, the chamber exuded opulence. The desk was inlaid with jade, and each chair gleamed with embedded gemstones that caught even the faintest light.Clearly, this space had been intended for secret meetings—perhaps even assignations. Against one wall sat a low love seat, large enough for one person to rest comfortably. Or two, if they
EVELYNSkyla blinked.For the first time since I had stepped into her cell, she looked truly caught off guard. Her lips parted slightly as if to form words, but no sound came out.I could understand why she was so shocked. According to the traditional Hescorian law of crime and punishment, as the heir of a rebellious Great Lord, she would be sentenced to death. If not death, it would be a life-long sentence of heavy labor and exile – just like the punishment my family had received.Personally, I wanted her to suffer that fate. I had no intention of showing her mercy – mercy she neither deserved nor ever would. But as the future queen of Hescor, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let my personal hatred dictate justice. I was determined to change Hescor’s wretched, severe penal system, and I wouldn’t allow myself to become a hypocrite in the process.Collective punishment had a long history in Hescor. It’d be difficult to abolish, as many lords firmly supported it, or so I had been told.I recalled
EVELYN“So he punished him—made him kneel on the cold stone floor of the Great Hall, day and night, with the servants as witnesses. He kept him there until he was exhausted, starving, and on the verge of collapse,” Stephanie said. “And still, Jack never gave him an answer. He only said it was a girl from a dream. That was all. In the end, Father had no choice but to give up. But before he did, he tore the painting to shreds and warned Jack—if he ever dreamed of that girl again… he would find her, dig her out, and destroy her.”A shiver ran down my spine.I could almost see King Theodore’s looming figure, feel his hands closing around me, tearing me apart as he had done to that painting.I felt paralyzed by Stephanie’s words. And angry. Why was she telling me this? What did she expect from me? This had nothing to do with me, did it? It wasn’t my fault Jack had drawn a picture of me.And yet, beyond the anger, there was something else. A deep, inevitable sorrow.I didn’t know why.I tri
EVELYNI searched Stephanie’s chestnut-brown eyes with scrutiny, trying to make sense of her words. I was relieved she wasn’t lying, but I couldn’t understand why she had bothered making such a request after everything that had happened.Her expression remained composed, as if she saw no issue with her decision. But even at my most optimistic—even if Cole ever found an excuse to forgive his brother—Stephanie’s request to move Jack’s body to the Royal Crypt was absurd.Crypts held deep significance for every noble family in Hescor, and the Royal Crypt was the most sacred of them all, reserved for the royal bloodline. The people of Hescor believed it was a resting place only for revered monarchs who had contributed to the kingdom, rulers whose legacies were honored by both history and the people. Only the purest souls were meant to be laid to rest there. Of course, that was an exaggeration—one could hardly call King Theodore a saint, considering his debauched ways in his later years.As
EVELYN“Sometimes, I can’t tell if you’re supporting me or siding with those who oppose my ascension,” I muttered, lifting my head from the stack of documents to glower at Flynn. Across the room, he met my gaze steadily, unfazed.“Why don’t you go bother your King instead?” I snapped. “If anyone’s to blame for my ignorance of these documents, it’s him! If he hadn’t—” I bit off the words, heat crawling up my face as memory surged forward, unbidden and all too vivid.Cole had been unbearably possessive last night after I returned from my conversation with Aiden by the river. He had exhausted me until dawn – until the first golden rays of sunlight spilled over the horizon, peering into the room to find our bodies tangled in the damp sheets.Flynn arched a brow but returned his attention to the report in his hands. “I’ll remind him to exercise restraint,” he said coolly. “He shouldn’t wear you out when your schedule is this full.” Then, without a hint of emotion, he added, “Tell your maid