It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly and the air was crisp and refreshing. Added to this was the happy chirping of birds singing a lively tune. Everything blended together in a harmony that soothed the soul.Unfortunately, the beauty of the morning wasn't enough to infuse Jaxon with positive energy. He couldn't shake the tension that clouded his face, and Thomas Wells—the Gardeno Pack's watcher—noticed it clearly."Would you mind telling us what's been bothering you lately, Alpha?" Thomas asked politely as he pushed Jaxon's untouched breakfast plate away. "You seem preoccupied. Perhaps I could be of some help."Jaxon blinked once before letting out a long sigh, a reaction that confirmed Thomas' observation. Then he spoke. "In all my life, I don't think I've ever been unable to solve a problem that seems so simple."Thomas frowned slightly. "May I ask what's troubling you, Alpha? I doubt this problem is as simple as it seems, considering how distracted you've been l
No wonder I've been feeling more at ease lately. Despite the many issues she had to deal with, Emory felt a sense of relief as she absently rubbed her neck. So, I haven't been wearing Myles' necklace for the last few days.Emory wouldn't have noticed if Myles hadn't pointed it out. With so many pressing concerns, something as trivial as a necklace hadn't managed to get her attention. Besides, she didn't even like necklaces. The loss of Myles' necklace had not caused her any distress.On the contrary, its absence had become a hidden blessing for Emory. She was grateful. Without Myles' necklace around her neck, she felt freer. Her breathing came easier, her chest felt lighter and there was no lingering unease within her.Still, Emory wasn't going to ignore the subject of Myles' missing necklace. Not because she felt any emotional attachment to it, but because she wanted to avoid being bombarded with Myles' incessant questions. She was sure he wouldn't stop asking until the necklace was
Jaxon's heart seemed to stop when his phone rang that night. An incoming call from a new number appeared. A smile immediately formed on his lips. He guessed it had to be Emory."Hold on a second, Damian," Jaxon said as he reached for the phone on his desk. The latest report on the state of the wheat fields after the fire was no longer his concern. "I've got an important call."Damian gave a brief nod but remained where he was, silent. He said nothing, just watched Jaxon's behaviour, which made his unease grow.A possibility had recently disturbed Damian's peace of mind. His thoughts were restless, all stemming from the fire in the wheat fields. The Gardeno Pack had suffered considerable losses as a result of the incident, yet Jaxon had taken no further action.Damian had repeatedly brought up the subject of the fire, hoping that Jaxon would order him to prepare a plan of retaliation. But no such orders ever came. Instead, Jaxon showed no inclination to seek revenge. He often avoided d
Lacey thought something serious was going on. Emory's voice had sounded shaky when she had called earlier, betraying an uncontrollable panic. So, Lacey hurried. She rushed to Emory's office and received an unexpected order."We're going to the Lustre Lounge, Lacey."Lacey's brow furrowed slightly. She was confused but remained alert as she followed Emory who had already left the office. A few minutes later they left the palace.Confusion continued to swirl in Lacey's mind as they drove. She hadn't expected Emory to contact her so late at night just to go to the Lustre Lounge. Tomorrow was still a working day and, as far as she could remember, Emory's last visit to the place had left an unpleasant impression.Lacey still didn't know what had happened to Emory that night. She had been careful not to ask, respecting Emory's warning. But Emory's behaviour now only deepened her curiosity."I know you must be wondering about my behaviour."Emory's voice came out of nowhere, causing Lacey to
The heat burned Emory's face. Her cheeks flushed, powerless as embarrassment struck her like a bolt of lightning. She had never expected Jaxon to instruct Damian to greet her arrival.There was nothing wrong with Damian's behaviour—nothing at all. He truly respected Emory, and that was the problem.Emory couldn't think of any other reason for Damian's respectful attitude towards her. There was only one possible explanation: Jaxon must have told Damian something.Damn you, Jaxon. Emory cursed inwardly as the lift began to move. What exactly did you tell Damian that I don't see a trace of hostility in his eyes? On the contrary, he's being overly polite to me.For two werewolves from different packs who had been enemies for over twenty years, Damian's behaviour was completely unexpected. It left Emory with a flood of questions swirling in her head. It wasn't just the fact that she was being greeted, it was also Damian's extraordinary display of respect and courtesy towards her.Emory's c
As long as she had lived, Emory had never truly felt the world turning, but she felt it with Jaxon.It wasn't the first time. Emory had experienced it once before, on the night of the wheat field fire. At the time, she had convinced herself that the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and happiness that burst into her chest were related to the exhaustion she had been carrying all day. She'd felt so utterly drained that their intimacy seemed to awaken something far beyond mere physical relief.But Emory's assumption was wrong, for tonight, under the silvery glow of the moon, the same sensation returned—only fiercer, more consuming than ever. She realised it wasn't that simple. It wasn't just exhaustion driving her; it was something much deeper, more urgent. Her body wasn't acting on instinct alone, it was driven by a desire fed by the strange bond between them.Emory couldn't dismiss it as a mere rush of hormones. She was certain that no amount of serotonin, endorphins, dopamine or eve
One quality an Alpha must never possess is doubt. An Alpha is expected to act with thorough thought and careful consideration. To set aside all incriminating possibilities and make wise decisions.This was what Jaxon had always believed. He avoided anything that might cause hesitation. Risks were never something he toyed with, let alone ignored.But here Jaxon was, doing just that. He didn't just ignore risks; he played with them. His commitment to always putting the interests of the pack first was momentarily set aside. His focus and thoughts were consumed by one thing—Emory.Jaxon despised himself for it. He, who had always relied on logic and moved forward based on rational observations, now found himself trapped in an emotional storm he had never imagined. It felt like being on a battlefield without a plan. His position was weak, his safety threatened, but instead of taking action, he allowed himself to sink further under Emory's spell.It was fair to say that Emory's presence had
Damian had hoped that Jaxon's mood would improve after seeing Emory. His expectations weren't high—he simply wanted the meeting to rekindle Jaxon's focus, which had wavered over the past few days. Jaxon couldn't neglect the company or the pack for too long.Unfortunately, Damian's unease only deepened when Jaxon emerged from the suite. Jaxon's face was taut, radiating restrained frustration. Damian noted the absence of any trace of happiness in Jaxon's demeanour, a stark contrast to what he had expected from a man who had just spent a passionate night with his beloved. Instead, Jaxon looked more like someone who had just had a row with his mate.Damian's mind raced with questions as they travelled back to the estate. He debated whether to speak to Jaxon directly, but the growing anger on Jaxon's face convinced him otherwise. It was clear that Jaxon's temper was escalating with each passing moment.Out of an abundance of caution, Damian decided to remain silent. He refrained from speak
Emory was stunned. This time she didn't answer. Not because Denise's words were harsh, but because something had suddenly occurred to her without warning."Honestly, I hesitated at first. At one point I considered giving you a necklace instead. But then I remembered that night. You looked uncomfortable wearing a necklace. You kept fidgeting, touching your neck and the chain nervously. That's why I decided on a ring instead. Besides, the ring is already on your finger. So, there's no reason for you to ever take it off." A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Emory's lips, so subtle that even Denise didn't notice it. Warmth blossomed within her as Jaxon's words from that night returned to her memory. Even in just one meeting, Jaxon had understood her so completely.Emory cleared her throat, forcing the pleasant memory from her mind. She couldn't take any chances. If her smile widened, Denise would undoubtedly start asking questions.At the same time, Denise finished brushing
It was perfectly understandable to Emory why Jaxon had made such a request. His demeanour—whether it was the look in his eyes or the tension etched into his face—spoke volumes without the need for words. She understood, so clearly in fact, that she didn't argue with him at all.Emory let out a long sigh, trying to suppress the turmoil in her chest. Jaxon's jealousy was obvious, and it wasn't just about the necklace—it was about the whole situation that had ensnared them and left them helpless against the bonds of fate.Still, Emory couldn't blame Jaxon for his feelings. Truth be told, she was tossed about in the same storm of emotions—helplessness.Everything felt like an unbreakable snare, trapping Emory between two opposing worlds. The presence of two men, each with a different meaning in her life, made her question the purpose of fate's cruel games.Fatigue crept back in. The brief respite Emory had felt during her time with Jaxon had vanished, leaving her tired again after leaving
If she could be honest, Emory would probably say that Myles' arrival in her room was not the only thing that surprised her. On the contrary, even more surprising was the discovery that Myles had given her a gift. As far as she could remember, Myles had never given her anything in the three years they had been together.Ironically, those two things were nothing compared to the fact that Myles had given Emory a necklace exactly like the one that had been lost before, with no difference at all.Emory could only gape. She really didn't know what to say. In the end, she accepted the necklace without hesitation. The only reason she did so was to end her conversation with Myles as quickly as possible.But that didn't mean that Emory thought her decision was the right one. She thought it might be better to ask Myles for another gift—if he insisted on giving her one—as long as it wasn't a necklace.Emory felt really uncomfortable. She had lost count of how many times she had touched her neck i
It sounded impossible, so much so that Fernanda wanted to deny it, refused to believe it. But it was the most reasonable explanation for all the oddities—magic, just as Denise had said.Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy for Fernanda to agree with Denise. There were a few things that were unsettling, one of them being the undeniable fact that the initial relationship between werewolves and witches was anything but good. As far as she knew, the two races had been locked in eternal enmity.The history was uncertain; different stories had circulated over the years, but none of them could be trusted as the definitive cause of the feud. Each story often had variations, depending on the perspective from which it was told.Werewolves believed that witches had been the ones to start the conflict in the first place. To the witches, werewolves were wild, uncontrollable creatures—too powerful to be allowed to roam free. In short, they were seen as a threat.Tensions escalated when the werewolves d
Trina couldn't say anything more. She realised that there was nothing in this world that could go against Isidore once he had made up his mind. So, the only thing she could do was to calm herself, to keep reminding herself that war would inevitably break out, whether it came quickly or slowly. After all, she had been one of the most enthusiastic supporters of Isidore's plan. So, there was no point in being afraid now. Especially since her safety was guaranteed for the duration of the war.The ringing of a phone broke the brief silence between Trina and Isidore. It was a call from Myles.Trina immediately answered the call and activated the speakerphone. She then put the phone down on the table."Hello, Mum."Trina replied, "Hello, Myles." She then asked Myles, looking at Isidore. "So how is it? Did you give Emory the necklace?""I have, Mum. Don't worry," Myles replied happily. "I gave the necklace to Emory. Oh! Not only that, but I put it on her myself. So, there's nothing more to wo
"Has Myles contacted you yet?"It was rare that Isidore started a conversation. Most of the time he preferred to remain a listener. He would remain silent, watching every conversation that took place, absorbing all the information around him. Only when it was deemed necessary would he speak, and even then, it wasn't often. It could be said that conversations often ended without him saying a word.Silence and just listening, Isidore couldn't remember when these two habits had become his. He hadn't been like this before. There was a time when talking was one of his pleasures. He used to joke around, often saying things that he thought were light, funny or simply honest. But gradually he began to notice changes in the expressions of those around him. Their smiles faded, and the laughter he expected was replaced by an embarrassed silence.At the time, Isidore didn't understand what was happening. He thought everything was fine. There was nothing wrong with what he did or said. After all,
After months of enduring unpleasant mornings, it seemed the time had finally come for Myles to see a glimmer of hope as the sun rose on the eastern horizon. The warm sunlight felt like a promising sign to him, someone who had been mired in frustration for far too long. All his suffering would soon come to an end. Things would go back to the way they were. He would once again be respected and revered by all, especially Emory.Myles prepared himself by dressing sharply. He stood in front of the mirror with a broad grin on his face. His eyes sparkled as he admired his own handsome reflection. "Just a little while longer, Myles. Just a little while longer," he murmured, stroking his freshly shaved chin. "After that, everything will be the way it used to be."Myles' admiration of his own reflection was abruptly interrupted. His gaze, previously fixed on the mirror, shifted to a drawer.Reaching out, Myles pulled the drawer open. Inside he saw a small square box covered in black velvet wit
The more Myles thought about it, the hotter the anger burned in his chest. He couldn't hold out any longer as he realised that Emory's behaviour towards him had become more outrageous by the day. He had been humiliated again and again. His face had been smeared and his dignity trampled on mercilessly. He was no longer someone to be respected or admired. Worse, he had been looked down upon by everyone, especially Emory.The thought of it made Myles' blood boil. His hands clenched tightly, the nails almost digging into his palms. No, he was seething with emotion, this couldn't go on any longer.Myles was determined to put an end to this mess as soon as possible. More than that, he wanted to put things back the way they'd been. "Emory must know her place. She may be the Luna Queen, but that doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants with me."Myles' patience had truly run out. He would not allow this to continue. Not only because his dignity in front of the pack was at stake, but also be
The morning light gently enveloped the grounds of Zyranos Palace, revealing a delicate layer of dew still clinging to the grass. The crisp air mingled with the scent of roses, framing the morning stillness with a touch of beauty. In the distance, birds chirped harmoniously, as if heralding the start of a new day, much like countless mornings before.In the midst of this serene harmony, Fernanda stood motionless where she was. She remained fixed in front of the grand entrance, her posture upright and professional as it should be, though her mind was drifting with thoughts she couldn't share with anyone.A breeze blew past, its cool touch brushing Fernanda's face. But it wasn't enough to calm the faint restlessness growing in her chest.Fernanda couldn't shake her unease. It wasn't just her thoughts that lingered on Emory, but her gaze as well. Her sharp and alert eyes remained fixed on Emory as he walked to the car waiting for her.It was one of countless mornings that Fernanda watched