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
Cold silence spread throughout the mansion. Panic and worry engulfed the eyes of the maids and guards, this was all far too crazy to digest, to think that it all happened just like that in a single snap of the finger, Maya had lost her boys.No! They weren’t lost, they were stolen from her.A familiar silent footstep carefully approaches her from behind as she sobs on the floor.“Madam,” Mrs. Page called harshly as if intending to snap her off her daydreaming; she certainly was not giving a damn about reading the room. All heads turn, and a small gasp escapes the lips of the concerned maids, but Maya remains unchanged. Her head lowered with Rose wrapped tightly in her arms as though she had gone mad. If someone were to tell her that she would be in a worse fate than she was years ago, she’d laugh it off, but now here she was, weeping for her children.Of course, Mrs Page did not take it too well that she was being ignored.“Would everyone stop staring like you had just watched an op
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
Maya could not sleep. After that confrontation with her parents last night, she half expected the alpha to storm into her room and force her into submission. But nothing of that nature occurred. If anything, the party continued through the night as if she didn't matter. As if she didn't just find her fiance cheating on her with her sister. But could she call it cheating? He was, after all, her sister's mate. Not hers.The mate bond was sacred, and it was considered an abomination to come between them. Even if she wanted to, Maya couldn't stop Ayra and Merlin from loving each other. But it was the betrayal that Maya couldn't forgive. To think that Merlin had been using her all this while pained her the most. And now, she had to participate in the wolf king's bride selection? The universe must be against her. Everyone knew the wolf king. He was the strongest of their kind, hence his title and the admiration. However, he was as cruel as he was handsome. He is a capricious tyrant who ho
A furious snarl tore from Jackson's throat when he woke to discover his mate was gone and the money in his wallet was missing. No, this was not possible! It can't be possible! He can't get his mate, and he only loses her quickly. His beta and second in command, Gideon, must have sensed his distress through the link between them because he rushed into the room the next second with his weapons raised, thinking his alpha was in trouble. But all they met was the sight of his alpha pacing across the room, enraged. As soon as he entered, Alpha Jackson's head whipped in Gideon's direction, and he stormed over to him, demanding, “Where is she? Where did she go?”“Who is she? Who are you talking about, alpha?”“The female that I was with last night! My mate! Did you see my mate?!”“Your mate?!” Gideon's eyes widen in shock, unable to believe what he just heard. “Stop repeating after me like a fool, Carl, and give me answers!” Alpha King retorted, frustrated. Gideon shook his head, saying,
Maya wipes down the counter of the small town bar, her mind drifting to the slower pace of life she's grown accustomed to. It's a far cry from the pack she left behind, but she's found solace in the friendly faces and quiet rhythms of this quaint little place. She's been here for two months now, and as she pours a drink for a regular, she feels a sense of belonging wash over her.The door chimes as a group of rowdy men stumble in, their laughter and slurred words a stark contrast to the peaceful atmosphere Maya has grown to love. She steels herself, ready to deal with the usual antics of the local drunkards. She plasters on a friendly smile as the men approach the bar."What can I get you fellas?" she asks in a pleasant tone, her eyes scanning the group.One of the men, his eyes already glassy from too many drinks, leers at Maya. "How about a round of whiskey for me and my buddies here?" he slurs, his gaze lingering on her body.Maya's smile falters for a moment, but she recovers qu
After a while, the hospital room feels suffocating. The beeping machines, the constant bustle of nurses, the sterile smell – it all amplifies the chaos in her mind. She needs to get out. She needs to be alone, so she checks herself out and heads home.Back in her small apartment, Maya sinks onto the couch, her mind racing. She stares blankly at the wall, the news swirling in her head. Triplets. She presses her hands to her stomach, feeling a mix of nausea and protectiveness.“I’m not ready for this,” she whispers to herself, tears spilling down her cheeks for the second time tonight. “How am I supposed to raise three children by myself?”The thought of parenting alone sends her spiraling. .She paces the small space, anxiety clawing at her. What if she’s not cut out for this? What if she fails them?It's all too much for her.The next day she returns to the hospital, where the doctor gives her more details about her pregnancy and what she should expect as well as the result
Cold silence spread throughout the mansion. Panic and worry engulfed the eyes of the maids and guards, this was all far too crazy to digest, to think that it all happened just like that in a single snap of the finger, Maya had lost her boys.No! They weren’t lost, they were stolen from her.A familiar silent footstep carefully approaches her from behind as she sobs on the floor.“Madam,” Mrs. Page called harshly as if intending to snap her off her daydreaming; she certainly was not giving a damn about reading the room. All heads turn, and a small gasp escapes the lips of the concerned maids, but Maya remains unchanged. Her head lowered with Rose wrapped tightly in her arms as though she had gone mad. If someone were to tell her that she would be in a worse fate than she was years ago, she’d laugh it off, but now here she was, weeping for her children.Of course, Mrs Page did not take it too well that she was being ignored.“Would everyone stop staring like you had just watched an op
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