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
There was something different about Emory. That was what Myles thought as she arrived at the palace that morning. His instincts kicked in the moment he saw her enter the palace, moving cautiously. Deciding to act on his suspicions, he decided to follow her closely, watching her every move.Myles slipped quietly into Emory's room and hid behind a wall. He reminded himself not to make a sound as he began to study her intently.The first thing Myles noticed was that Emory seemed to be in a hurry. He had never seen her in such a hurry before, which caused Denise to assist her with remarkable speed.Moments passed and Myles quickly backed away—almost running—when he heard Emory talking to Denise."Okay, that should do it. Thank you, Denise. I have to hurry. I've got an important meeting this morning."Myles left Emory's room and ran to the end of the corridor to hide. His breath came in short gasps and his heart was pounding. Beads of anxious sweat had already formed on his forehead.Oh, G
The race against time was exhausting. After returning from the Lustre Lounge, Emory had rushed to get ready in record time. She couldn't really enjoy breakfast, even though her stomach was empty. To make matters worse, Myles had unexpectedly brought up a subject that had taken her completely by surprise.Heat rushed to Emory's face, flushing her cheeks. But it wasn't Myles' words that lingered in her mind—it was the mark on her neck that had caused all the trouble.Emory reached into her bag for a compact and held up the mirror to examine herself. There it was, clear as day: the reddish mark Myles had noticed earlier, the telltale sign of Jaxon's kiss."Oh, God," Emory whispered, quickly looking away and putting the compact back in her bag. Then she covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes. "Please, don't let me dwell on it. I have so much work to do today, more important things than daydreaming about last night."Luckily for Emory, her morning was packed with enough respo
Of all the impossible things that could happen in this world, Myles was certain that Emory's betrayal was not one of them. To him, regardless of the true state of their relationship, Emory was the epitome of loyalty—a woman who was always obedient and never tempted by anything or anyone. But the evidence now laid before him had shaken him to the core.Myles was stunned. He stared at the third letter with a look of disbelief. "This can't be."It was almost impossible for Myles to believe what he was seeing. He even rubbed his eyes repeatedly, thinking he might be mistaken, but the photos didn't change. They still showed Emory and Jaxon together, their closeness and intimacy undeniable.Myles was so shocked he could barely breathe. The longer he looked at the photos, the more his head spun. He hurriedly put the letters back in their place and stormed out.Back in his room, Myles couldn't close his eyes, let alone sleep. The hidden truth about Emory and Jaxon that he had just uncovered m
Montclair Manor was one of the most magnificent places in Zyranos territory, gracefully perched on a hill surrounded by dense trees. Built of sturdy grey stone, its tall towers reached into the sky, giving it an aura of both grandeur and mystery.In the sunlight, the walls of Montclair Manor gave off a soft silver glow, adding to its grandeur. But all that vanished as night fell. What remained was a shadowy silhouette, like a silent guardian keeping its secrets in the dark.In the past, Montclair Manor played an important role in times of war. Not as a frontline base, but as an undetectable refuge. Its complex network of hidden underground tunnels made it a last resort for those in desperate situations.Montclair Manor bore silent witness to both despair and hope. Many Alphas had died there after suffering grievous injuries in battle. But other Alphas had risen from the ashes and plotted their revenge.The world had changed. Wars were something most packs wanted to avoid. As a result,
Jaxon's mood hadn't completely improved, but it was better than before. He was more in control and able to carry out his activities as usual, albeit with a few conditions: nothing could go wrong and there couldn't be any bad news.The reason was simple. Jaxon's chest still felt a bit tight. His emotions were still pressing against his reason, and the only thing he really wanted to do was punch someone—Myles.The people around Jaxon noticed. Even the office staff, who logically weren't part of the Gardeno pack, could feel the tense aura that seemed to constantly emanate from him. As a result, they all—without exception—acted and behaved with great caution. Even Damian wisely filtered all news and company reports before they reached his desk. That way, at least Damian could minimise anything that might trigger his anger.The same happened at the Gardeno Palace. Alexis withheld any complaints that came into the palace to ensure that Jaxon remained calm.Fortunately for them, after a few
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
The whole process took four hours. Afterwards, Jaxon entered the consulting room.Jaxon sat down and looked at Kira as he asked, "So, how is it?"Kira opened the monitor, which displayed graphs, tables and 3D scans of Jaxon's body. She glanced at the screen briefly before speaking. "Overall, your health is excellent, Alpha," she said, pointing at one of the graphs. "Your vital organs are in excellent condition. In addition, your blood pressure is normal and your metabolism is efficient. There are no signs of damage or other illnesses."Jaxon stood still, making no reply. He simply listened to Kira's explanation with an unchanged expression, as if waiting for something more specific, something she was about to say."There are a few interesting things I need to point out, though. First, your cortisol levels, the stress hormone, are exceptionally low. This is quite unusual considering your history of insomnia and nightmares, Alpha," Kira continued, tapping the screen to display the data
Jaxon's vacant gaze drifted aimlessly out of the window. The busy city streets seemed like a meaningless backdrop. His mind wandered, fixated on Emory.How ironic, Jaxon thought. His reunion with Emory had not gone as he had hoped. Though his longing had been satisfied, his thirst for her love quenched, it was soon replaced by an overwhelming fear.Emory's safety was in jeopardy and Jaxon couldn't afford to act recklessly. He had to think carefully, analyse the situation with precision. He reminded himself not to lose focus. The thought of something terrible happening as a result of rash decisions was unbearable."Alpha, we've arrived."Damian's voice snapped Jaxon out of his thoughts. He blinked and realised that the car had stopped—though he wasn't sure when.They had arrived, but not at the palace or the office. Instead, they were at the Gardeno BioResearch Centre—one of the most iconic buildings in the heart of Gravendale. Situated in the bustling business district, the building s
Denise's smile widened. She seemed pleased that Fernanda was sharing her thoughts. So, she didn't want to waste the moment.Denise thought there couldn't be a better time than now. She and Fernanda were in her room, just the two of them. There was no third party to overhear their conversation.Denise cleared her throat briefly, then stood up. She decided to move to the sofa, closer to Fernanda. "Actually, there's something I want to tell you, Watcher." Fernanda noticed Denise's unusual behaviour. She immediately asked, "What do you want to tell me?" "It's about Luna," Denise said with a serious look on her face. She bit her lower lip briefly, as if choosing her words carefully. "You might think I'm crazy, but I have the feeling that Luna is in a relationship with someone."Of all the things Denise could have brought up, Fernanda had to admit that this wasn't a subject she had expected to hear about. She couldn't hide her shock, especially since she had suspected the same thing earli