BEATRICEAnother week passes in silence.I haven’t seen Maxwell at all since that night in my room. No unexpected visits, no passing glances, not even a word through the guards. It’s like he vanished into his responsibilities, which I guess makes sense. He’s a real king.Not like Enzo, who just liked the title.The guards are different here, especially the women. They don’t treat me like glass. I’ve even started talking to one of them — Sera, a tall, sharp-eyed warrior who stands outside my door during the day. She’s not much older than me, but she has the kind of presence that makes you feel like nothing could shake her.One afternoon, while she watches me stitch leather, I glance up and ask, “Why doesn’t Maxwell have a Luna?”She pauses, tilting her head. “We never ask.”“So you don't know whether he has a mate?”“No idea. But if he has, he’s avoiding her.”I blink, surprised by the honesty.“Why?” I ask softly.She shrugs. “King Maxwell resists a lot of things. Mate bond just happen
BEATRICEThe moment Maxwell leaves, my heart starts racing.Enzo’s coming here.The thought alone makes my blood run cold. I sit down, trying to breathe, but the air in the room feels thinner than it did a minute ago. For days, I convinced myself I was safe within these walls. But now the very man I ran from — the one I burned my bond to escape — is about to walk through the front gates for negotiations with Maxwell.Over what? The prisoner?I press a hand against my chest, trying to still the panic clawing its way up. The timing lines up too neatly. That prisoner, whoever he is, he must not have been just another scout. Enzo would never lift a finger for someone disposable.…unless that prisoner carried secrets. Or, I’m the real reason he’s coming.Maxwell knows about the bounty. He saw my face printed in ink. He knows Enzo’s looking for me. So why bring him here, of all people? Why invite him into the very territory where I’ve been hiding?There’s only one explanation — Maxwell is
BEATRICEMy fists clench hard, so tight that I feel my nails digging into skin. But I don’t loosen them. Because the truth is, I hate this feeling of shame and helplessness. There’s burning in my chest that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with humiliation. I’ve felt it too many times before. It’s the same heat that used to rise when Enzo would dismiss my thoughts, shut me down, strip me of choices like I wasn’t even a person.Maxwell’s words still echo in my head.“Only the strong have the right to negotiate.”The words burn.Because I know he’s not just talking about the negotiation. He’s talking about the world. About what it takes to survive in it.I’ve been barely surviving. Running from one cage to the next, quieter each time. I’ve done what I had to do to protect my daughter, but it wasn’t enough. Not really. If I had been stronger enough to fight to stand my ground—we never would’ve had to run in the first place.For so long, I believed Enzo would be my protec
BEATRICEI barely sleep the entire night.Even with the door locked and the guards outside, safety feels like a fragile illusion. Every time I close my eyes, I see Enzo. He’s ripping Bailey from my arms while I scream and beg and claw at the dark. In the dream, I run barefoot across broken ground, my lungs burning, my voice gone. I never catch up. I never see her again.I jolt awake in a panic, my pulse thundering in my ears.Somehow, I slept past dawn.Get it together, I whisper to myself.I push off the covers, moving with shaky determination. My body’s exhausted, but I have no choice. Today is the day I face the very man I risked everything to escape from.Today… I face Enzo.I dress carefully, slipping into the dark gray ensemble set out for me. It's formal, plain, but structured well enough to look professional. The sleeves taper tightly, the fabric stiff across my shoulders in a way that forces me to stand straight. There's no armor here — but it’s the closest thing I’ve had to
BEATRICEMy heartbeat thuds painfully in my chest. I keep my posture steady even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run.“I asked to wear it,” I speak up, keeping my voice even. “I didn’t sleep well last night. My face broke out in a rash. I didn’t want to distract anyone.”Maxwell says nothing, but I can feel his silent approval from where he stands beside me.Enzo doesn’t answer right away. I can feel the weight of his stare pressing against my skin like a blade. But eventually, he makes a dismissive sound and looks back toward Maxwell.“Let’s get on with it then,” he mutters.But Thalia — she doesn’t look away. She watches me with a kind of cold curiosity that prickles the back of my neck. Like she senses something. Like she knows what I am, even if she can’t prove it yet.I keep my gaze on the table as Maxwell opens the meeting.“I’ll make this simple,” Maxwell says. “Your Gamma is alive. Unharmed.”Gamma?That’s who the prisoner was? The one we passed in the ha
BEATRICE"Mom, Dad hasn't been home for a month. Other boy-wolves said that he had another family and didn't want us anymore." My daughter Bailey looks up at me with wide eyes.I see her blinking fast to keep them from spilling over. I feel heartbroken."My silly girl, you know your dad's busy. He's the Alpha, and he has a whole pack to look after." I hold Bailey’s face in my hands, "and he won't forget that today is our Bailey sweetheart's birthday."Today is my little girl's birthday. How do I convince Bailey that what those annoying boys who like to bully others say is not true? Or part of it?Her dad indeed doesn’t care enough to show up. That he never wanted this family in the first place.My husband is Alpha Enzo of the Silverfang Pack, a perfect Alpha who puts his duty above all else. But to Bailey and me, he’s the man who’s never there when we need him.Three hours later, the sky is already ink-dark. Bailey barely keeps her eyes open. It’s way past her bedtime. But she still l
BEATRICE Enzo couldn’t even wish Bailey a happy birthday. But he’s here celebrating another child’s birthday. What kind of father is he? The pain I felt all day snaps into a silent rage. My hands clench so tightly that my knuckles turn white. As Bailey’s mom, this is unacceptable. I need some answers! I storm into the restaurant, my heart pounding so hard it drowns out everything else. I think of all the ways to confront Enzo and Thalia. They’re not getting away with this bullshit. But the woman at the front desk quickly blocks my path. "Excuse me, ma’am," she says with a tight smile. "Do you have a reservation?" I barely slow down. "I don’t. This is a personal matter. I’m looking for my husband." My gaze stays locked on Enzo. He smirks as he listens to Thalia. When she laughs, he chuckles too, shaking his head like she just said the funniest thing in the world. My stomach twists as if I ate bad sushi. "I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t let anyone in without a reservation," t
BEATRICEThe world feels like it’s closing in.All the noise around me fades away. It’s like I’m not even in the restaurant anymore.Enzo’s words loop in my head. I don’t care about you or your daughter.I can’t breathe. He really meant every word of it.The whispers around me get louder. I don’t catch everything, but I hear enough. "She’s obsessed.""It’s pathetic. Alpha Enzo clearly doesn’t want her.""Who even is she? Just some bitter ex?""She’s making a fool of herself. Look, I guess Thalia might be our Luna."My stomach drops. No one in our pack knows I’m their Luna. Enzo never told anyone outside our family. And he never gives me Luna's responsibilities. I’m never allowed to be involved in Luna's matters.He never claimed me as his. I’m his wife, but only in name. Hidden away, ignored, and treated like an outsider in my pack.To everyone, I’m just some desperate woman making a scene over a man who doesn’t want her.I know Enzo has never liked me. Maybe he’s even hated me.We
BEATRICEMy heartbeat thuds painfully in my chest. I keep my posture steady even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run.“I asked to wear it,” I speak up, keeping my voice even. “I didn’t sleep well last night. My face broke out in a rash. I didn’t want to distract anyone.”Maxwell says nothing, but I can feel his silent approval from where he stands beside me.Enzo doesn’t answer right away. I can feel the weight of his stare pressing against my skin like a blade. But eventually, he makes a dismissive sound and looks back toward Maxwell.“Let’s get on with it then,” he mutters.But Thalia — she doesn’t look away. She watches me with a kind of cold curiosity that prickles the back of my neck. Like she senses something. Like she knows what I am, even if she can’t prove it yet.I keep my gaze on the table as Maxwell opens the meeting.“I’ll make this simple,” Maxwell says. “Your Gamma is alive. Unharmed.”Gamma?That’s who the prisoner was? The one we passed in the ha
BEATRICEI barely sleep the entire night.Even with the door locked and the guards outside, safety feels like a fragile illusion. Every time I close my eyes, I see Enzo. He’s ripping Bailey from my arms while I scream and beg and claw at the dark. In the dream, I run barefoot across broken ground, my lungs burning, my voice gone. I never catch up. I never see her again.I jolt awake in a panic, my pulse thundering in my ears.Somehow, I slept past dawn.Get it together, I whisper to myself.I push off the covers, moving with shaky determination. My body’s exhausted, but I have no choice. Today is the day I face the very man I risked everything to escape from.Today… I face Enzo.I dress carefully, slipping into the dark gray ensemble set out for me. It's formal, plain, but structured well enough to look professional. The sleeves taper tightly, the fabric stiff across my shoulders in a way that forces me to stand straight. There's no armor here — but it’s the closest thing I’ve had to
BEATRICEMy fists clench hard, so tight that I feel my nails digging into skin. But I don’t loosen them. Because the truth is, I hate this feeling of shame and helplessness. There’s burning in my chest that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with humiliation. I’ve felt it too many times before. It’s the same heat that used to rise when Enzo would dismiss my thoughts, shut me down, strip me of choices like I wasn’t even a person.Maxwell’s words still echo in my head.“Only the strong have the right to negotiate.”The words burn.Because I know he’s not just talking about the negotiation. He’s talking about the world. About what it takes to survive in it.I’ve been barely surviving. Running from one cage to the next, quieter each time. I’ve done what I had to do to protect my daughter, but it wasn’t enough. Not really. If I had been stronger enough to fight to stand my ground—we never would’ve had to run in the first place.For so long, I believed Enzo would be my protec
BEATRICEThe moment Maxwell leaves, my heart starts racing.Enzo’s coming here.The thought alone makes my blood run cold. I sit down, trying to breathe, but the air in the room feels thinner than it did a minute ago. For days, I convinced myself I was safe within these walls. But now the very man I ran from — the one I burned my bond to escape — is about to walk through the front gates for negotiations with Maxwell.Over what? The prisoner?I press a hand against my chest, trying to still the panic clawing its way up. The timing lines up too neatly. That prisoner, whoever he is, he must not have been just another scout. Enzo would never lift a finger for someone disposable.…unless that prisoner carried secrets. Or, I’m the real reason he’s coming.Maxwell knows about the bounty. He saw my face printed in ink. He knows Enzo’s looking for me. So why bring him here, of all people? Why invite him into the very territory where I’ve been hiding?There’s only one explanation — Maxwell is
BEATRICEAnother week passes in silence.I haven’t seen Maxwell at all since that night in my room. No unexpected visits, no passing glances, not even a word through the guards. It’s like he vanished into his responsibilities, which I guess makes sense. He’s a real king.Not like Enzo, who just liked the title.The guards are different here, especially the women. They don’t treat me like glass. I’ve even started talking to one of them — Sera, a tall, sharp-eyed warrior who stands outside my door during the day. She’s not much older than me, but she has the kind of presence that makes you feel like nothing could shake her.One afternoon, while she watches me stitch leather, I glance up and ask, “Why doesn’t Maxwell have a Luna?”She pauses, tilting her head. “We never ask.”“So you don't know whether he has a mate?”“No idea. But if he has, he’s avoiding her.”I blink, surprised by the honesty.“Why?” I ask softly.She shrugs. “King Maxwell resists a lot of things. Mate bond just happen
ENZOFucking useless. Every last one of them.The stem of the wine glass snaps in my hand like it’s made of paper. Red wine splashes across the floor, bleeding into the rug, glinting off shards of crystal. I don’t even flinch. Let the maid scrub it out.“He’s been captured?” I snarl, rounding on my Beta Luka, who doesn’t have the balls to look me in the eye. “Gamma of all people — captured?”He swallows hard. “Yes, Alpha Enzo. By the Lycans.”“Fuck!” I slam my fist onto the table so hard the bottle rattles. “And now what? They expect me to just sit here with my dick in my hand while they parade my people around like trophies?”He doesn’t answer. He knows better.Thalia, ever the composed one, claps her hands. “Clean this up,” she says to the maid, nodding toward the floor.The girl rushes over with a rag and a pan, already trembling. Not fast enough for my taste.I kick one of the larger shards out of the way with a sneer. “And let me guess — if I want Gamma back, I have to play nice w
BEATRICEMy heartbeat is pounding so hard I can barely hear anything else. It’s like the sound has risen to my ears, muffling the rest of the room, the air, even his voice.I push Maxwell away. Not forcefully, but enough to put some space between us. I need air. I need the heat of his body not to be pressed against mine. “Thank you,” I murmur, avoiding his eyes. It comes out smaller than I intend, a little awkward, a little too quiet.He watches me for a second. Long enough to make my skin itch under the weight of his gaze, but he doesn’t say anything else.I clear my throat, smoothing my hair back like it helps me find balance. I force my voice to sound casual, like I’m asking the question for no particular reason. “The prisoner from earlier… the one they brought in. Do you know who he is?”Maxwell’s expression doesn’t shift. “No one important,” he says simply.Just like that. No details. No explanation. Of course. He’s too smart for that.I nod like it doesn’t matter to me, like I’
BEATRICEI know better than to show fear, especially with his eyes on me. I sit still, spine straight, hands folded in my lap, even though every muscle in my body is tight. I feel Maxwell glance in my direction, and though he says nothing, the weight of his attention settles like a collar around my throat.He doesn’t take long to decide. “Bring the prisoner to my office,” he says flatly. His voice sharpens as he nods toward me. “She returns to her quarters.”And just like that, I’m dismissed.I kiss Bailey on the cheek. "See you in a week, baby. I’ll miss you, okay?"She hugs me tightly, and I wrap my arms around her, feeling the warmth of her in my embrace. Then, I whisper, "Don’t worry."I rise without hesitation without a word. The guards step into place beside me, and I follow, my head high. I’ve learned to keep the pieces of myself tightly sealed, even when I’m unraveling underneath.But fate always has its own cruel timing.As we turn the corner, I feel it. I see them bringing o
BEATRICEA week without my daughter has felt like clawing through stone with bare hands. But today, finally, I’m allowed to see her.The guards escorting me don’t speak. I don't need them to. My heart is pounding hard enough to fill the silence. It’s not until we reach the upper hall that I notice something that makes me stop for just a second: both guards are women.They’re dressed like warriors. Not decorative escorts or maids in uniform, but real, trained, ready-for-battle warriors.Silverfang never allowed this.Sure, girls could “train,” but only the basics — how to shift without losing control, how to defend just enough to not die. But they were never allowed to join warrior ranks. That was reserved for the males. Bloodlines, traditions, pack image, whatever excuse worked.But here, these women walk with authority and confidence.And it makes me wonder how many other lies I’ve been told.The moment they open the door, I forget everything else.“Mommy!” Bailey shouts, launching he