The room was dark, save for a single sliver of moonlight that slipped through the cracks in the heavy iron door. Cana sat on the cold, unforgiving floor, her body aching, her spirit battered but not broken. Days had passed in this cell, stretching endlessly, blurring night and day into one relentless experience of isolation and despair. She barely felt the hunger anymore; it had become a dull ache she shoved aside, along with everything else that weakened her.The hellhounds hadn’t said much in those first few days. Larz, the more twisted of the two, took apparent pleasure in taunting her, dropping cryptic hints that suggested something far worse than mere capture awaited her. It made her uneasy, knowing that whatever plans they had weren’t finished. She was caught in a web she didn’t understand—yet.Tonight, though, something felt different. There was a tension in the air, a tightness she couldn’t shake, as if the darkness itself was pulsing with something terrible. Cana’s mind, weak
:As dawn broke, Lionel returned to Zane's place, moving cautiously. He looked around, making sure he hadn't been followed and that no one was awake to witness his arrival. He’d been careful to leave no trace of his recent visit to Cana, and now he needed to cover up any lingering suspicion. Knowing he needed a more convincing look, he took a sharp breath and roughly deepened his bruises, wincing at the self-inflicted pain.After a few moments, he moved with careful purpose toward Raquel’s cell. His face held a smug confidence as he opened the door, the metal creaking softly. Raquel looked up, her expression one of both fury and weakness. Her defiance had not waned, but her spirit had taken a beating; Lionel could tell she’d been weakened by her confinement.He leaned against the door, his voice a low, taunting whisper. “Zane’s planning your fate as we speak, Raquel. You can sit here and wait for his justice, or… you could make a deal with me.”Raquel's gaze narrowed. "Oh, so you're o
Ivy’s POVThe silence outside Axel’s house felt like the calm before a storm. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to face him. Ever since Jeremy’s death and the hellhounds’ attack, I’d been drifting, lost, with no real direction. But now, I needed help. I needed Axel.As I stood before his grand iron gates, I had to fight down the wave of dread that was rising in my chest. If anyone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d end up begging Axel for forgiveness, I’d have laughed in their face. Yet, here I was, hoping he’d even let me through the door.When his second-in-command finally appeared, I forced myself to meet his questioning gaze. He looked me over with something like contempt before nodding and walking away. “Wait here,” he said over his shoulder.Minutes later, the door to Axel’s office swung open. I stepped inside, keeping my head down, unwilling to face him right away. A part of me was too ashamed to look into his eyes, to see the judgment I knew would be waitin
A chilling silence settled over the room. Cana lay slumped against the wall, trying to make sense of her fate as her eyes flicked over to the two looming figures in the shadows. The hellhound twins, Larz and Akam, stood like statues on either side of her, their eyes cold and unfeeling. They were silent but watchful, as though every breath she took was an affront to their very existence.Yet, tonight, something was different. Cana noticed a flicker of something deep and unsettling behind their gazes, almost like the ghosts of memories long buried.“Still clinging to hope?” Larz sneered, his voice low and almost reflective, a far cry from his usual harshness.Cana lifted her head, meeting his eyes with a spark of defiance. “I’m not afraid of you.”Akam chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room like distant thunder. “You should be.”As he spoke, an old memory seemed to wash over him, and his gaze grew distant. Cana sensed a shift, a crack in their menacing façade that hin
Axel entered his office with a sharp, focused look. He had just returned from his meeting with Lionel and Zane, and his mind was already racing with the web of lies he had spun to keep Zane from getting closer to the truth. He closed the door, sinking into his leather chair as he contemplated his next move.Axel knew he needed someone to act as the face of his false narrative. Someone who could pass as a powerful figure capable of tracking hellhounds, but who would also be entirely under his control. A pawn. He tapped his fingers against the polished wood of his desk, thinking through his options, running scenarios in his mind.Finally, an idea struck. There was one person who would do just fine: Leno, a beta in his pack. Leno was timid by nature, easily intimidated, and had always done as Axel commanded without question. Perfect for the task at hand. Axel summoned his second-in-command Martin, who entered within minutes, followed by Ivy, who looked at Axel with a mix of hesitation an
Zane stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with meticulous care. The faint reflection of city lights bounced off the glass, casting a dim glow that added a certain somberness to his expression. Tonight was another calculated step, another piece of the puzzle, and he couldn’t afford to misstep. His mind was focused on Cana, on her presence that felt ever-fleeting, but still close enough to grasp if he played his cards right.Just as he fastened the last cufflink, he heard a soft knock. Lionel walked in, also dressed in a sleek suit, his movements deliberate, echoing Zane’s focus. Lionel adjusted his cufflinks with a casual smile, though Zane could see the underlying tension in his friend’s eyes.“So, this Leno,” Lionel started, leaning against the doorframe. “Do you think he’s trustworthy? Or is he just another pawn in Axel’s game?”Zane let a faint smirk cross his lips. “It’s too early to tell. I mean, we’re yet to meet the guy; Axel wants Cana found just as much as we
The echoes of the party still lingered in Axel’s mansion as the last guests departed, their laughter and murmurs fading into the night. Axel watched from the balcony, the faint hum of luxury cars driving away. With a calculated smirk, he turned back inside and summoned Leno to his office.Moments later, Leno entered, his head bowed respectfully, still in his carefully constructed “Alpha” persona. Axel studied him for a moment, noting the transformation Leno had embodied tonight. The nervous, hesitant Beta had vanished, replaced by a confident figure who walked among high-profile guests as if he belonged there.“Tonight was impressive,” Axel said coolly, his gaze steady on Leno. “You played your part flawlessly. Almost convincing enough to make me believe it myself.”Leno managed a small, grateful nod, though Axel’s words didn’t entirely ease his anxiety. “Thank you, Alpha. I only followed your instructions.”“Let’s keep it that way,” Axel replied, his tone sharpening. “What you achiev
The muffled footsteps of Axel’s heavy boots echoed off the stone walls as he left Cana’s cell, leaving her in the cold, damp room once again. The weight of her captivity pressed down on her like a suffocating fog. Just as the door closed behind Axel, Cana’s gaze shifted to Ashley, who had lingered a moment longer, her expression smug.As Cana’s breaths came shallow, she knew she needed to keep her mind clear, her words even. “Ashley,” she murmured, her voice thin but steady, “I need to speak with Lionel.”Ashley scoffed, flicking an indifferent glance her way. “You don’t give orders here, Cana. And you certainly don’t summon people.”Cana swallowed, choosing her words carefully. “Tell him if he comes, I’ll talk. I’ll tell him… everything.”Ashley’s brows rose, and a glimmer of interest flickered in her eyes. She hesitated, clearly weighing the potential advantages. With a scowl, she spun on her heel and exited the cell, the door slamming shut, locking Cana once again in darkness.In t
Cana’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the faint sound of voices stirring her from the darkness. Her vision was blurry, but she recognized Zane and Mia hovering over her.“Her heartbeat is slowing down,” Zane’s tense voice broke the silence.“Should we call a doctor?” Mia’s voice trembled with worry.“That won’t be necessary,” Zane replied, though his tone betrayed his unease.As her vision cleared, Cana saw their anxious faces. She tried to sit up, and Zane immediately supported her, his touch warm and steady.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his deep voice soft but filled with concern.“I’m fine,” Cana said hoarsely, her throat dry.“Are you sure? Did something happen?” Zane pressed, his brows furrowed in worry.Cana managed a faint smile. “I’m fine. It’s probably just all the stress from this week. Sorry for worrying you guys.”Mia stepped forward, handing Cana a glass of water. “Here, drink this.”Cana took it gratefully, sipping the cool liquid.“All right,” Zane said, his voice stil
Axel’s sharp hearing picked up the faint rustle of leaves before he turned his gaze toward the intruder. His keen eyes focused on the man holding a weapon that gleamed under the dim light of the moon filtering through the estate’s tall windows.The man smirked, raising the gun toward Axel, his finger brushing the trigger. “They warned me about you, Alpha,” the attacker sneered. “But I’ve got something special. One shot and even your kind won’t survive; Marshall sends his regards.”Axel tilted his head, thinking fast. He realized that Marshall probably sent this person, and if he was human, he had Wolfbane with him, probably in the gun.‘Finally some fun.’ Axel thought to himself a feral smile curling at his lips. His eyes darkened, glowing faintly as his wolf stirred. “You think you can stop me with that weapon.”Bang!The first shot rang out, and Axel sprang into action. His sharp reflexes had him dodging to the side, the bullet embedding itself into the mahogany wall behind him. M
The next dayThe evening was quieter than usual, but Cana’s mind roared louder than ever. Mia's words replayed in her head like a relentless drumbeat."You need to tell him, Cana. The longer you keep this from Zane, the worse it'll be."Cana paced around in the master bedroom while Zane was still in the office, clutching the edges of her sweater. The guilt was unbearable, a heavy weight crushing her chest. She had lied to the one person who had stood by her through everything. Yet, the idea of seeing Zane’s face crumble as she revealed her betrayal felt even worse.She collapsed onto the bed, her fingers trembling as she toyed with the edges of her phone. Could she do this? Could she tell Zane the truth and risk losing him forever?Mia knocked and entered the room, her expression one of concern and determination. “You’ve been sitting here all night. If you’re not going to tell him now, then we need to start thinking about how to fix this.”“Fix this?” Cana’s voice was hollow. “How do
Chains of DeceptionMia’s footsteps echoed softly through the corridor as she approached Cana’s room. Her heart was heavy with the knowledge she had uncovered. The whispers of Cana’s connection to Axel had spread like wildfire among Axel’s loyalists, and Mia could no longer ignore the sinking feeling of betrayal. She pushed the door open without knocking, startling Cana, who sat on the bed, her face pale and weary.÷÷__÷÷She slowly walked up to her and slapped her, “You know who Axel is and what he has done to you; you should have told me, Cana. I trusted you.”“I know,” Cana whispered. “And I’m sorry.”Cana’s heart dropped. The air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. “Mia... can you allow me to explain .”“Explain?” Mia’s voice cracked, a mixture of anger and hurt. “Explain how you betrayed all of us. How did you let that monster manipulate you?”“I didn’t betray you,” Cana whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t have a choice.”Mia’s eyes softened, but her anger d
Shadows of PowerThe morning sun filtered through the thick curtains of Zane's house, but Cana barely noticed. Axel hadn’t contacted her telepathically for a while, so she decided to get him off her mind by trying to tap into the dark powers within her; sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of her room, she focused on the strange energy that had been stirring within her for weeks. The dark power hummed beneath her skin, urging her to let it out. She closed her eyes, her breathing steady as she tried to channel it.At first, nothing happened. But then, a spark of energy surged through her fingertips, and the air around her seemed to shimmer. A vase on the nearby table rattled and then shattered into pieces. Cana flinched, opening her eyes.“What the hell was that?” she muttered to herself.The door to her room burst open, and Mia appeared, her eyes wide with alarm. “Cana! What’s going on in here?”Before Cana could answer, Mart peeked in from behind Mia, his usually calm demeanor re
Zane sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the reports in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation with Cana replayed over and over in his head. She had apologized, but the lack of clarity still gnawed at him. Her words felt more like a pacifier than the truth.“Are you going to stare at that paper until it bursts into flames?” Mart’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. Mart leaned against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face.Zane sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t shake this feeling. She’s hiding something, and it’s not just about that night. There’s more.”Mart entered the office, closing the door behind him. “Look, Cana’s been through a lot. Maybe she’s trying to protect you or herself. Have you thought about that?”Zane shook his head. “That’s the problem. I don’t want protection. I want honesty. If she’s keeping secrets, it could put all of us at risk.”Mart frowned. “You think it’s connected to Axel?”Zane nodded. “ I don’t think so.”Meanwhile,
“Do you think he knows?”Zane sat in his office, his hands clasped together tightly on the desk as he listened to Mart’s incessant pacing. The tension in the room was palpable, the soft shuffle of Mart’s shoes across the floor punctuated only by his muttered thoughts. Cana and Mia sat nearby, exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity.Mart finally stopped, turning toward Zane with wide, panicked eyes. “Do you think he knows?”Zane leaned back in his chair, his gaze calm but calculating. “Knows what?”“This morning,” Mart began, his voice trembling, “the cops called me. Apart from Axel, there were 4 other buyers for your shares; today, They were asking questions about the four clients who…died. How the hell did all four of them just end up dead.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I am sure he’s behind it; do you think Axel figured it out? That I’m a fake? That I had something to do with it?”Zane’s expression darkened slightly, though he remained composed. “It
Cana crept through the front door, the soft creak of the hinges reverberating through the quiet house. She glanced at the clock: 12:03 AM. Everyone should be asleep by now, she thought, her footsteps light as she made her way to the stairs.“Where are you coming from?”The voice, sharp and unmistakable, stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her heart sinking when she saw Zane standing in the living room, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and piercing.“I went to see a friend,” she replied, her voice barely steady.“Don’t lie to me,” Zane said, stepping toward her. His tone was controlled, but there was an edge of fury in it that Cana had never heard before.Her pulse quickened. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and Zane could hear it too.“You never told me you were leaving,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “And your heart is racing. Where. Were. You?”Cana had never seen this side of him before. Zane was always calm, gentle, and understanding. But this version of him—
The air was thick with tension as Cana reluctantly made her way to Axel’s private suite as usual. But tonight was different; she didn’t leave Zane's house by 3 am his time each step she took felt heavier than the last, and the weight of Axel’s control pressed down on her. The blackmail hung over her like a dark cloud, and though she despised being summoned, she had no choice but to comply.Axel had requested her presence to “celebrate,” but Cana knew better than to trust his motivations. She clutched the straps of her bag tightly, her mind racing with strategies to deflect his probing questions and maintain her composure.When she arrived, the door was slightly ajar. She knocked gently before stepping in.“Ah, Cana,” Axel’s voice was warm and inviting, but she could see the calculating glint in his eyes. He gestured toward a table laden with expensive wine and delicacies. “Join me. Tonight, we celebrate new beginnings.”Cana forced a small smile and moved cautiously to take a seat acr