Maya wakes the next day with cautious hope.Her body feels less like it's being consumed by fire today, though weakness still clings to her limbs like a persistent fog.The massive bedroom, with its dark wood panels and antique furniture, feels more like a gilded cage than ever before.She pushes herself up against the ornate headboard, wincing at the residual ache in her muscles.The clock on the mantelpiece reads just past eight in the morning, and already she can hear the distant sounds of children's laughter echoing through the mansion's halls.Her babies.Her heart aches with the need to see them.A soft knock at the door precedes the entrance of a maid - the first she has seen since arriving here.The woman, probably in her fifties with steel-gray hair pulled into a severe bun
The sight before Maya is nothing short of extraordinary.The normally immaculate Jackson Carter, the terror of the supernatural world and embodiment of cold authority, is on his hands and knees in what appears to be a desperate pursuit of three very naked, very gleeful seven-year-olds.His expensive suit jacket lies discarded on a chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usually perfect hair falls across his forehead in disarray."Aiden," he calls out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of exhaustion as he reaches for the closest child, who giggles and darts away with supernatural speed. "Please, just put on your pajamas.""Can't catch me!" Aiden sing-songs, zooming past the alpha with a flash of bare skin and a mischievous grin.Jackson's head drops forward in defeat for a moment before he turns his attention to his daughter. "Rose
The room falls into a charged silence as Maya and Jackson stare at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words.Maya can feel the bond humming beneath her skin, more insistent than usual, making her acutely aware of his presence.Jackson's eyes, those impossibly bright eyes that seem to hold centuries of secrets, don't waver from her face."Story time! Story time!" Aiden's voice breaks through the tension, followed quickly by his siblings' eager chants."We want the dragon story!""No, the fairy one!" Rose protests, her small face scrunching up in annoyance."Pirates!" Eli contributes, bouncing on his bed with enough force to make the expensive wooden frame creak.Maya clears her throat and looks away from Jackson, grateful for the interruption. "All right, all right," she says, trying to hide how flustere
Maya freezes in the act of smoothing Eli's blanket. "Had?""I killed him."The words fall into the room like stones into a still pond, creating ripples of silence. Before Maya can process this revelation, let alone respond, Jackson is gone, the door clicking shut behind him with quiet finality.***For several long moments, Maya stands rooted to the spot, her mind spinning with this new information. Then, without quite deciding to do so, she finds herself moving toward the door. She needs answers and needs to understand what could have led to such a terrible confession.The hallway is empty when she steps out, but she can hear movement from somewhere below. Following the sounds, she nearly collides with Mrs. Henderson coming around a corner."Maam! You should be resting," the older woman says, though her usual stern demeanor seems somewhat forced."I need to speak with Jackson, Carmen," Maya says, trying to step around her.Carmens face closes off immediately. "I'm afraid Mr. Cart
She presses the phone into Maya's hands, her eyes constantly moving, watching for any sign of discovery. "Please be careful. If Master Jackson finds out...""He won't," Maya assures her, quickly tucking the phone into the pocket of her dress. "Thank you."The maid gives a short nod before slipping away, vanishing among the towering bookshelves as silently as she appeared. Maya waits a few moments, ensuring no one else is around, before hurrying from the library. Her feet carry her swiftly through the mansion's corridors.When she finally reaches her room, she closes the door behind her with trembling hands, turning the lock with an audible click. The phone feels like it's burning a hole in her pocket. She pulls it out, her fingers shaking as she powers it on and finds the single number stored in its memory.The phone rings three times before a familiar voice answers. "Maya?""Yuri," she breathes, tears suddenly springing to her eyes at the sound of her lover's voice. "Oh god, Yuri
Later, after tucking the exhausted children into bed, Maya retreats to her room, her hands shaking as she pulls out the hidden phone. She dials Yuri's number, pressing the device so hard against her ear that it hurts. Each unanswered ring sends a fresh wave of panic through her body. One call. Two calls. Five calls. Ten calls."The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone...""Yuri," she whispers into the phone, her voice cracking. "Please, please pick up. Something's wrong. The children... they're so scared, and Jackson... I need you. Please call me back." She ends the call and immediately dials again, her heart racing faster with each failed attempt.After what feels like hours of trying, Maya drops the phone onto her lap, running her hands through her hair in frustration. This isn't like Yuri at all. He's always been there, always answered her calls, even in the middle of the night. The silence from his end feels wrong, omin
Today was unique, and everyone knew it. It isn't every day that the packhouse gets lavishly decorated, and the excitement lingering in the air was only for one reason—for one person. It was Ayra’s birthday—her sister's highly anticipated eighteenth birthday. Maya watched from the corners, her presence nearly invisible if it wasn't for the occasional glance her way, which was filled with disdain. It was roughly hilarious how the expression would die on their faces, only for them to scrunch up in disgust. It wasn't surprising, anyway. Maya was used to it. However, it didn't mean that it hurt any less. Even as the first daughter to her parents, no, alpha and Luna – she wasn't allowed to refer to them by any other title — they favoured her younger sister over her. All of that was because she was born with a strange mark and had the usual appearance of her pack members.Unlike her sister, who was considered a stunning beauty with her brown and blue hair inherited from her mother, Maya lo
It was Merlin, her fiance and the strongest warrior in her pack. With her status as an outcast, one would think that she wouldn't have someone by her side, but not Merlin. He was not like the others. He treated her well when others treated her like shit. He was the only good thing that happened to her.Maya's heart fluttered at the mere mention of his name, if only he knew what he meant to her, but now things were about to change and it wasn't like it was changing for the best. After hearing her parents' intentions, Maya plans to confess her feelings to Merlin tonight, it was the question of now or never and she chose now, better to get things over with than to continue with such treatment which made her skin crawl as she trembled while recalling those very dark moments of her life. She was done staying and enduring her parents' maltreatment already, and it wouldn't be a bad idea if they settled down and started a family. The thought of it brought Maya a smile.What was he going to s
Later, after tucking the exhausted children into bed, Maya retreats to her room, her hands shaking as she pulls out the hidden phone. She dials Yuri's number, pressing the device so hard against her ear that it hurts. Each unanswered ring sends a fresh wave of panic through her body. One call. Two calls. Five calls. Ten calls."The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone...""Yuri," she whispers into the phone, her voice cracking. "Please, please pick up. Something's wrong. The children... they're so scared, and Jackson... I need you. Please call me back." She ends the call and immediately dials again, her heart racing faster with each failed attempt.After what feels like hours of trying, Maya drops the phone onto her lap, running her hands through her hair in frustration. This isn't like Yuri at all. He's always been there, always answered her calls, even in the middle of the night. The silence from his end feels wrong, omin
She presses the phone into Maya's hands, her eyes constantly moving, watching for any sign of discovery. "Please be careful. If Master Jackson finds out...""He won't," Maya assures her, quickly tucking the phone into the pocket of her dress. "Thank you."The maid gives a short nod before slipping away, vanishing among the towering bookshelves as silently as she appeared. Maya waits a few moments, ensuring no one else is around, before hurrying from the library. Her feet carry her swiftly through the mansion's corridors.When she finally reaches her room, she closes the door behind her with trembling hands, turning the lock with an audible click. The phone feels like it's burning a hole in her pocket. She pulls it out, her fingers shaking as she powers it on and finds the single number stored in its memory.The phone rings three times before a familiar voice answers. "Maya?""Yuri," she breathes, tears suddenly springing to her eyes at the sound of her lover's voice. "Oh god, Yuri
Maya freezes in the act of smoothing Eli's blanket. "Had?""I killed him."The words fall into the room like stones into a still pond, creating ripples of silence. Before Maya can process this revelation, let alone respond, Jackson is gone, the door clicking shut behind him with quiet finality.***For several long moments, Maya stands rooted to the spot, her mind spinning with this new information. Then, without quite deciding to do so, she finds herself moving toward the door. She needs answers and needs to understand what could have led to such a terrible confession.The hallway is empty when she steps out, but she can hear movement from somewhere below. Following the sounds, she nearly collides with Mrs. Henderson coming around a corner."Maam! You should be resting," the older woman says, though her usual stern demeanor seems somewhat forced."I need to speak with Jackson, Carmen," Maya says, trying to step around her.Carmens face closes off immediately. "I'm afraid Mr. Cart
The room falls into a charged silence as Maya and Jackson stare at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words.Maya can feel the bond humming beneath her skin, more insistent than usual, making her acutely aware of his presence.Jackson's eyes, those impossibly bright eyes that seem to hold centuries of secrets, don't waver from her face."Story time! Story time!" Aiden's voice breaks through the tension, followed quickly by his siblings' eager chants."We want the dragon story!""No, the fairy one!" Rose protests, her small face scrunching up in annoyance."Pirates!" Eli contributes, bouncing on his bed with enough force to make the expensive wooden frame creak.Maya clears her throat and looks away from Jackson, grateful for the interruption. "All right, all right," she says, trying to hide how flustere
The sight before Maya is nothing short of extraordinary.The normally immaculate Jackson Carter, the terror of the supernatural world and embodiment of cold authority, is on his hands and knees in what appears to be a desperate pursuit of three very naked, very gleeful seven-year-olds.His expensive suit jacket lies discarded on a chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usually perfect hair falls across his forehead in disarray."Aiden," he calls out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of exhaustion as he reaches for the closest child, who giggles and darts away with supernatural speed. "Please, just put on your pajamas.""Can't catch me!" Aiden sing-songs, zooming past the alpha with a flash of bare skin and a mischievous grin.Jackson's head drops forward in defeat for a moment before he turns his attention to his daughter. "Rose
Maya wakes the next day with cautious hope.Her body feels less like it's being consumed by fire today, though weakness still clings to her limbs like a persistent fog.The massive bedroom, with its dark wood panels and antique furniture, feels more like a gilded cage than ever before.She pushes herself up against the ornate headboard, wincing at the residual ache in her muscles.The clock on the mantelpiece reads just past eight in the morning, and already she can hear the distant sounds of children's laughter echoing through the mansion's halls.Her babies.Her heart aches with the need to see them.A soft knock at the door precedes the entrance of a maid - the first she has seen since arriving here.The woman, probably in her fifties with steel-gray hair pulled into a severe bun
They're all of him - Jackson as a child, his eyes already holding that otherworldly awareness that sets him apart. Jackson, as a teenager, was tall and awkward in a way she never imagined he could be. Jackson as a young man, his features settling into the cold mask she knows so well. But in every single picture, he's alone. No parents, no siblings, no friends. Just him, his expression growing progressively more closed off with each passing year.The images paint a picture of isolation that makes something in Maya's chest ache, despite everything. She remembers the way he'd looked at their children that day during breakfast - with a mixture of mild confusion and barely any bewilderment in his eyes as if he couldn't quite believe they were real, as if he was stunned by their existence.A cry pierces the air.High pitched and reedy.“Let me go! I want mama!"Maya's heart skips a beat.Its one of the triplets - and they sound scared.Unacceptable. Maya's maternal instincts override e
Jackson stares at Maya's crumpled form, his restored strength coursing through his veins even as he watches her life force ebb till it's barely. The rage building inside him is unlike anything he's ever experienced. These people didn't just try to kill him - they forced Maya to sacrifice herself to save him. He’ll make them pay. They will all pay.One of the attackers takes a step toward Maya's unconscious form. Jackson's growl reverberates through the room, causing even the most hardened among them to take a step back. His transformation is already beginning, bones cracking and reshaping themselves."You dare," he snarls, his voice distorting as his jaw elongates. "You dare to enter my home, threaten what's mine?" His eyes lock onto the traitorous maid. "And you. You betrayed my trust. Worse, you betrayed my kindness."The maid's smug expression falters as she realizes the gravity of her mistake. Jackson's transformation completes his massive werewolf form filling the study. But
Maya's heart races as she formulates her plan. She retrieves a small camera from her belongings - one she'd brought to document her happy time with her children for years to come. How hopeless that seems now. Her hands shake slightly as she checks the battery and memory card."I just need to catch him being cruel to the children, or showing his true colors," she murmurs. "Something that will hold up in court."Moving with careful steps, Maya makes her way through the mansion's corridors. The afternoon silence feels oppressive, broken only by the distant sounds of maids going about their duties. She knows Jackson often conducts business in his study, and that's where she's most likely to catch him in an unguarded moment.As she approaches the study, Maya's breath catches in her throat. The door is slightly ajar, offering the perfect opportunity. With trembling fingers, she begins to position the camera in a discrete corner, angling it to capture most of the room.Suddenly, foot