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
The morning hustle and bustle at the Gardeno BioResearch Centre was business as usual. Medical teams and researchers had been filling the corridors since dawn, moving from room to room according to tightly scheduled programmes embedded in the central system. Similarly, assistants hurriedly carried laboratory results, while medical assistant robots glided silently to deliver test samples to the analysis unit.In the midst of the constant activity at the Gardeno BioResearch Centre, Kira sat behind a glass desk covered with a holographic interface. She remained motionless, her attention completely absorbed by the results of Jaxon's medical examination.Several transparent screens floated in the air, displaying biometric data, neurological scans, metabolic tests and various other analyses. Everything was neatly arranged in spreadsheets, accompanied by graphical visualisations that could be accessed with a single gesture of the hand.Kira dragged one of the graphs to the main screen, displ
Emory's private audience chamber was silent—almost too silent—shrouded in a chill that refused to dissipate even though the day had long since turned to midday. The sunlight, usually blazing with intensity, could do no more than pierce through the tall windows, casting its glow on the grand pillars and gilded furnishings within.In the centre of the room stood Emory, her posture erect. Her arms crossed over her chest; her fingers curled into fists in an attempt to maintain her composure. But nothing could quell the storm raging inside her.Heat burned in Emory’ chest. Her heart pounded with rage. Her breaths were deep and measured, but only God knew how much effort it took to appear composed.The blank expression was merely a mask to hide the seething rage within. The calm facade was a fortress Emory had built to hide the tension coursing through her entire body. No matter what, she would not lose control—not in front of them."Luna, they have arrived."Orlando's announcement made Emo
Sienna's steps were firm as she walked across the marble floor. She moved through the palace corridor with a clear purpose, following the orders she had just received in the morning meeting. Emory had given specific instructions for Myles and she would carry them out immediately.Sienna stopped outside Myles' private chamber. She knocked and the security sensors responded to her presence. The door slid open and she entered.Myles greeted Sienna's arrival with indifference. He was standing in front of a large mirror, inspecting his appearance. "Good morning, Sienna," he said, looking at her through the reflection. "Is there anything you need? It's unusual for you to come to me so early."Sienna came straight to the point. "Good morning, Alpha. I'm here to deliver an order from Luna Queen Emory. You are..."Myles' forehead instantly wrinkled. In a split second, a question flashed through his mind. What? An order from Emory?"...forbidden to leave the palace until further notice."Myles'
The room was small and stifling, its stone walls cold to the touch despite the lack of vents. It had a damp smell mixed with the metallic tang of iron—the distinct odour of a place rarely touched by sunlight. The only source of light came from an old lantern hanging in the corner, just enough to cast shadows across the room, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.In the middle of the room was a bare wooden cot, resting on the rough stone floor. This was where the Omega had been secured. Her body lay motionless, her hands and feet bound with heavy silver chains, rendering her completely powerless, unable to move at all.Hours had passed since the Omega had regained consciousness, yet she had shown no significant reaction. She just stared blankly at the ceiling, barely blinking, as if trapped in a void deeper than mere resignation.The Omega looked weak—much weaker than she should have been. Her breathing was uneven and cold sweat was constantly trickling down her temples. Every now and t
Trina couldn't shake the confusion and unease that had suddenly crept into her mind the moment Orlando arrived at Montclair Manor. She felt a strange tension, like an unpleasant surprise that appeared without warning. A storm of wild possibilities swirled in her mind, planting seeds of worry. What brings Orlando here? Has something happened at the palace?Trina's eyes widened. Could it have something to do with Myles? Oh, God. Don't tell me he's caused trouble again. The possibility seemed so plausible that she couldn't help but curse under her breath. If it is, I swear I'll be furious with you, Myles. You're always stirring up trouble."Beta Orlando," Trina greeted calmly, taking a deep breath to keep her composure. "What brings you here?"Orlando stood tall in front of her, his posture firm. He held an ivory envelope sealed with the red emblem of the Zyranos Pack. "I am here on the orders of Luna Queen Emory," Orlando said, his gaze cold and unflinching, as if to emphasise that his
Emory couldn't contain herself as the shock hit her, enveloping her in an indescribable wave of disbelief. She jerked in her seat, her eyes widening as she stared at Fernanda in utter disbelief.The world seemed to spin around her, creating an illusion that made Emory think she had misheard. It felt impossible, but the seriousness etched into Fernanda's face told her otherwise.Emory was shaken. Her heartbeat raced, echoing loudly in her ears as her mind struggled to process what she had just heard. Unfortunately, the harder she tried, the more it all seemed like an endless maze."This is impossible," Emory whispered, her voice barely audible to anyone. The unyielding seriousness on Fernanda's face left her utterly powerless. Fernanda's words were like embers, igniting a storm of unease within her. "You can't be serious, Fernanda."Emory shook her head slowly, trying to deny the dark possibility that was now assaulting her mind. Her entire body felt cold, as if fear was creeping in, t
If the earth rotates every day, so does the palace, always turning in endless activity, like a circle that remains unbroken. The routines continue, ensuring that the life of the palace has its own rhythm, like a wheel that keeps turning, bringing with it daily tasks, challenges, and new needs. Morning turns to afternoon, then night, and each shift never diminishes the intensity within.There is never really a break. At best, it manifests itself faintly in the form of schedule changes. These moments create space and opportunity for them to catch their breath, stretch their muscles and relieve their fatigue before regaining the strength to plunge back into the ever-calling currents of responsibility.Such moments are rare and fleeting, but they are enough to provide a balance for those who devote themselves entirely to the life of the Palace. They are like small gaps in the whirlwind—calm, quiet and deeply meaningful—offering a unique sense of solace. In the end, there is no time more p
It was not a good morning for Myles. The success he had anticipated, envisioned throughout the night, vanished like sunlight erasing darkness. The carefully crafted plan he had meticulously prepared had failed."How could my plan fail?" Myles kept asking himself as he paced his room. Confusion was written all over his face. "How is this even possible?"The more Myles thought about it, the more perplexed he became. He was sure that there had been no mistakes in the plan. And yet reality refused to conform to his expectations. In the end, Jaxon's death, which he had so desperately desired, remained a dream. The war he had envisioned would never come to pass.Myles' steps quickened, his movements restless, as if the room were closing in on him. His mind retraced every detail, every step he had carefully calculated. He was utterly convinced that there had been no oversight, no mistake. "Then where did it go wrong?"For some time, Myles had been secretly observing Emory's breakfast habits.
Right now, all Jaxon wanted was to forget everything—his tragic past, old grudges and forbidden love. He thought that this might be the only way to free himself from the chains that had tormented him all this time. Unfortunately, it was impossible to erase everything from his memory just because Jaxon wanted to. On the contrary, the more he tried, the more those memories haunted him. The tragic past that had cost his parents their lives, the grudge that had festered for years, and the forbidden love he wasn't supposed to feel for Emory—it all came together in a storm inside his soul.Jaxon felt as if the universe was toying with him, forcing him to face the things he feared most. Even the whispers in his head began to sound more real, calling to him, challenging him to make a choice—to surrender to fate or to defy it, even if it meant going against the world.The risks were obvious. It wasn't just Emory who had to make a difficult choice, Jaxon did too. Even if he dared to offer Emor