AIDENThe weather in Windsburn was notoriously unpredictable. A week had passed since I arrived on the desolate prisoner’s island, and even after seven long days, I still couldn’t discern any pattern in its ever-changing climate.As I made my way to the mine pits, I paused and looked up at the sky. Just an hour ago, it had been pouring rain, but now the sun blazed fiercely.The sudden heat against my skin made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open; it was scorching. While my long-sleeved shirt was a bit heavy in this weather, it kept my skin protected from the rays. The last thing I needed on this mission was a debilitating sunburn.Thus far, the investigation the King had tasked me with completing had gone nowhere. I had found no evidence of the Fox family’s crimes and with every passing day, I grew more frustrated.It seemed that the cunning family had gone to great lengths to conceal their wrongdoings, but I couldn’t yet give up.I was staying in the administrative castle, wh
AIDENI stared back at him in surprise, shocked and unsure of my next words.A death zone?I was anxious to hear his explanation and dreaded the following investigation that now certainly had to happen.Windsburn Island was mainly for condemned prisoners, but it was not meant to be as bad as he implied. His grave expression told me that there was truth in his warnings, but I had to find out what was happening here, personal safety or not. I was the King’s Guard.My mission was to keep the Alpha King safe from potential enemies, and if the old man’s words were true…The Foxes themselves could be enemies.“My name is Aiden,” I introduced myself, wishing at once I had provided a different name to further my disguise.Thankfully, my given name was fairly common, so I knew it wouldn’t amass any suspicion, and since most knew me as Sir Moran, it seemed like my choice would be just fine.The old man studied me for a moment, surprised at my response, and his thick eyebrows creased for a momen
AIDENI trembled slightly as I stared at Evelyn’s father. A shiver passed through me as if I stood before a ghost.Steven Caddel’s appearance had changed a lot since I’d last seen him. His tall frame, which had always been impressive, was almost skeletal beneath his clothes. His complexion was ghostly, and though his dark hair was still thick, it was long and tangled.He sported a thick dark beard and I noticed that it was wrought with streaks of gray.His eyes, however, were still stern and resolute.I opened my mouth to speak, wishing to say something, but Steven stopped me before I even had a chance.“There’s no time,” he said firmly. “I don’t know why you’re here, Aiden, but you shouldn’t be. You need to get out of this place before it’s too late.”“I can’t, sir,” I replied with a small shake of my head. “I’m here on-”The crack of a whip cut through the air and Steven winced. He glanced behind him and then replaced the hood on his head in one swift motion.“I can’t say much now,
AIDENI couldn’t find the right answer for the little girl, no matter how much she wanted it. How could I bear the tell Emma the truth? She was just a child.Thankfully, before I could muster up a reply, Charlotte returned and immediately asked her youngest child to help her make lunch.Emma protested a little but ultimately did as she was told.Little was said after that, and when Steven finally returned, the meal was ready. Or at least what constituted a meal around here.Charlotte placed a few pieces of stale bread and a bowl of soup in front of me and then took a seat on one of the armless chairs. The food didn’t smell too appetizing, but Charlotte had worked hard with what resources she had, so I accepted my portion gratefully.“Thank you,” I said, and then I caught Steven smiling at me. I rose at once, and as I did, Evelyn’s father drew me into a tight hug and patted me on the shoulder.“You look great, Aiden,” he said and my eyes started to burn at once.Years ago, before I wen
EVELYNThere was one good thing about being a lowly maid in the palace: the days were filled with a million duties, leaving no time for self-pity or idle thoughts.This had been a blessing before, especially when things between Cole and I were awful.But now that I had become Leila’s personal maid, I was free from heavy labor and had too much time to dwell on my own worries.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about what the Beta’s younger sister had said yesterday regarding an escape plan.What if consuming these certain herbs actually worked as Leila claimed they did in stories?No heartbeat. No breathing. What if Cole really believed I was dead and stopped searching for me? Would I be able to reunite with my family?I had remembered Aiden had promised to help me leave this place, but as the King’s Guard, he might inadvertently expose me if I sought his assistance, so perhaps Leila’s plan was my only true option.If her stories could be believed.I grew so lost in
AIDENWhen Steven Caddel and I finished our talk about the goings-on in Windsburn Island, it was very late. Night had already fallen and the sky outside of the Caddel’s cottage window was a deep, dark blue. The sky was dotted with stars and the moon cast silver rays below.Though it made me sad to leave the family’s home, I knew I needed to sneak back to the castle. I was worried to jinx it, but I wondered if the servant I had changed clothes with and tied up had been found.I certainly hoped not because otherwise, I would have to make up an excuse to satisfy the official’s questions. I knew he would inquire where I’d gone and there was no way I could betray the Caddels and the miners I’d spoken to today.Steven told me that Frederick was quite literally the spokesman of the Fox family on this half-enclosed island.“To put it more bluntly, that man is practically this island’s ‘king’,” the one-proud leader of the Caddels said bitterly about the official. “He executes the orders from H
AIDENEverything happened in a flash.Charlotte and Emma were awakened by the sound of shattered glass and jumped, a fearful scream coming from the little girl’s mouth as her mother shielded her. Steven rushed over to the bed to protect his wife and daughter, meanwhile, I sprang into action.I didn’t hesitate as I lunged at the black figure and tackled him to the ground. We hit with a sudden thud, my body crying out from the force, but only for a moment.My canine teeth elongated on instinct, my nails sharpening to claws as I pinned the intruder down. He was taller and broader than I was, but that didn’t matter to me. I’d taken down men larger than him with ease, and he would be no different.“Who are you?” I snarled but the figure didn’t reply. He didn’t seem to care about answering me, opting only to thrash and attempt to push me off of him. I held firm, my claws sinking through his sleeve and into his skin. He growled in pain but uttered nothing more as he continued to buck.Just f
AIDENPain coursed through me like lightning, so intense that I nearly sank to my knees in shock. It came in waves, my vision blurring slightly as I nearly passed out, but I managed to override the pain. As the guard removed the blade, I spun around and kicked him with all of my might. He was knocked out cold.“Go!” Steven demanded again as he shook the two men holding his arms off. “Their target is you. We’ll be all right. You have to get out of here now!”I knew from the pain and the blood pouring down my shirt that my shoulder was deeply wounded. I needed to go if I didn’t want to die, but I couldn’t just leave them behind again.“Who’d take care of Evelyn if you die?” Steven questioned with a bellow. “You made a promise!”He reached my side and managed to kick away an approaching guard. “There’s a way out through the woods. Go straight there, use your surroundings to hide you. You’ll have to rely on your senses but you can do it, Aiden. Now, go, before you lose your chance!”I cle
Marcel nodded dutifully, though part of him wanted to widen his eyes and shake his head.Two days. Two days until the King of Tiryn arrived. Everything was progressing so quickly, and it seemed that he was struggling to keep up. Between managing his household, his men, and his troublesome daughter… he was overwhelmed. His mind was on the verge of breaking, but he dared not to show it, not to Jack Elrod. No, he had to keep a level head if he was to succeed.“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “I’ve ordered the guards to search the entire city. I believe the girl won’t have anywhere to hide. They’ll surely catch her before dawn. Beside…” Marcel lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear. “The troops are all ready, Your Highness.”Jack nodded, his dark eyes studying Marcel with an intensity that made him uneasy. After a long pause, Jack tilted his head, narrowing his eyes slightly. “You’re holding something back, Lord Fox. What is it?”Marcel hesitated, but only for a moment. There
SKYLA“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Marcel Fox growled at his daughter, his eyes flashing with anger as he slammed a cup against the wall. The fine porcelain shattered into pieces, and the sound filled the room.Skyla lowered her head and pouted. She didn’t understand why her father was so angry, but she chose not to argue. Nothing good would come of retort to her father’s scolding. Historically, when this had happened in the past, Skyla always emerged from the situation without her dignity intact.“Look at yourself, Skyla,” he snarled, his hands gesturing at her as his lip curled back in disgust. “You’re dressed like a whore. What kind of King would like a whore?”Skyla winced at the comment, her cheeks heating in embarrassment at the insult. Still, she remained silent.“How many times have I told you to behave properly?” Marcel continued, his nostrils flaring. “Have you ever given a fuck about what I’ve said at all? I told you not to act on your own. Not only is it dangerous,
SKYLACole frowned, a crease forming between his lips as he stared at Skyla in confusion.“Evelyn?” he repeated, his dark gold brows furrowing further. “What does this have to do with her? She… she was sent to Windsburn Island long ago. Why bring her up now?”Skyla’s eyes widened.What was Cole talking about? Evelyn being sent to Windsburn?She was confused because Cole didn’t seem to be joking or trying to change the subject. It seemed as if his memory had been fragmented -just like when Cole woke up and believed she had been diligently taking care of him during his illness, while she had done nothing of the sort.Was that why her father had warned her never to bring up the past in front of Cole?Panic flooded Skyla. She realized she had just made a critical mistake. She wished she could take back the words she’d let slip.Skyla pressed her lips tightly together as she watched Cole’s reaction.Cole brought his hand up, rubbing at his temples as if trying to ward off an oncoming heada
SKYLASkyla Fox and Melanie quietly walked through the corridors before they arrived at the King’s room.Stationed outside of the room was Max, the diligent guard, standing proudly in his post, ready to prevent any unauthorized entry. None had bothered yet this evening, so when he noticed Skyla and her maid, he frowned. A strong instinct in his gut urged him to keep them away – he was certain they were up to no good.As they approached, he raised a hand and stopped them. The ladies appeared irritated by the interruption.“The King is very tired,” Max said firmly, his tone carrying an authoritative edge. “What are you here for, Lady Skyla?”Melanie spoke up, shooting him an annoyed expression. Her blue eyes flashed as she scolded him, her jaw clenched. “What an idiot you are! It’s their engagement night! What could the lady possibly want? Don’t be a fool. Just open the door and let her in!”Max’s cheeks flushed as he realized the meaning behind her words. He glanced at Skyla, who wore
MELANIEThe House of Fox had never been as glamorous and cheerful as it had been tonight.The party celebrating the engagement between the Alpha King and Lady Skyla lasted late into the night, and as the moon rose high in the sky, the guests reluctantly began to leave, satisfied with the countless glasses they had drunk and the many dances they had shared.In the privacy of her bedchamber, Skyla rubbed fragrant lotion into her shin, massaging the sore muscle while her maid Melanie removed her corset.“It was so tiring to dance with so many gentlemen tonight,” she complained with a small sigh. “It felt as though the line of them would never end.”Melanie, ever the dutiful maid, fawned over her as always.“You were stunning this evening, Lady Skyla,” she complimented. “All the men were so captivated by your beauty and grace.”Skyla raised her chin, a chuckled escaping her lips. “They were, weren’t they? Not that it matters, of course. It’s a pity I didn’t get to dance more with Cole. I
OAKLEYSilence hung in the air as Oakley and Elsa stared back at Frank Crawford.Kill them both. Had they heard him correctly? He’d been so casual, so unbothered when he’d uttered the sentence that it was almost laughable.Oakley spoke first, his eyes regarding the older man with caution. “What?”Frank glared at Oakley. “You heard me. Kill them both. It seems you need to work on your hearing, lad, and your composure. I can see that look on your face, and I’m not too pleased by it.”“Do we need to consult with Master before we execute the prisoners?” Oakley asked.Frank lifted a brow. The older man found it downright unpleasant that Oakley, of all people, seemed to object to his decision. Normally, this young man was more than obedient – sometimes even easier to manipulate than Elsa. Yet today, he dared to question him. Frank found this defiance deeply irksome. He fought the urge to grimace; he refused to give Oakley the satisfaction. To Frank, this low-born man was far too insignific
ADDISONOakley walked over, an eyebrow raised as he squatted down to examine Addison. His eyes trailed over her with an air of detached assessment before his lips curled into an amused smirk.“This poor lady is going to die if you don’t remove your claws,” he remarked, glancing at Elsa.Elsa shot him a glare. “This isn’t any of your business, Oakley. Back up and stay the fuck away.”“I can’t,” Oakley said with mock regret. “The lady’s an important hostage to Mr. Crawford. If she dies, we’d both be in trouble.”Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s not important at all. Frank just keeps her for fun. You know it better than I do.”She turned back to Addison, but before she could make another move, Oakley grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron-strong, startlingly so for someone with a limping gait and a body marred by scars.Addison’s eyes widened as she felt the power in his hand—a strength that seemed unnatural for a man with his appearance.Elsa, too, was acutely aware of his hold. S
ADDISONThe blade of the sharp dagger gleamed under the moonlight streaming through the half window above Addison. Elsa’s teeth were gritted, and gone was the doe-eyed, innocent-looking girl who had once worked as a maid in the palace.In her place stood the face of a fierce fighter and killer.“You should die,” Elsa spat out with hatred, her brown eyes flashing with the utterance. “Every Madden deserves to die for what they’ve done.”Addison didn’t move – not out of fear but out of survival. She looked at Elsa while her hand cautiously searched behind her, trying to find anything that might be useful.Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found. The silver-lined cell was bare. All that lay behind her was sand.There was nothing in the silver-lined cell that would help her escape, not a single little thing. All that was behind her was sand. She supposed she could use her claws, but she needed to bide her time—any wrong move, and Elsa could slit her throat in an instant.It could all
EVELYNGetting in the way? What way?I felt confused. But the woman didn’t give me time to protest or ask any further questions. She immediately turned to the man in the room and gave him an order.“Keep an eye on her,” she instructed, her voice firm, almost as if it were a command.Out in the street, I’d assumed they were together. They appeared to be around the same age and had spoken about their son. But the way she spoke to him, the way she issued her orders, made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than I had first thought.Of course, I didn’t care too deeply about the dynamics between them.What mattered was that I had been tied to a bed by a pair of strangers, and it seemed they had no intention of letting me go anytime soon.I hadn’t expected the woman to call my bluff and refuse to elaborate, but I couldn’t be trapped in yet another situation.Cole… Jack… and now this?I was tired of being caged.As I covertly struggled against my restraint, I noticed the man gl