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
Nerissa Flores—the Sacred Elder of the Gardeno Pack—arrived at the palace about thirty minutes after Thomas' call. Her steps were hurried. It was unusual for Jaxon to call her at nine in the evening. She was sure that something very important had come up, something that had taken him by surprise.Jaxon didn't waste any time. As soon as he saw Nerissa, he spoke. "We're going to the The Fontis Primordia Hall.""The Fontis Primordia Hall, Alpha?" Nerissa asked, her brow furrowing slightly as she felt the need to confirm. "Why are we going there, Alpha?"Jaxon cleared his throat. "You'll know later."Then Jaxon began to move. Behind him, Nerissa looked at Thomas with a puzzled expression. But Thomas didn't say anything, just shook his head briefly.The Hall of Fontis Primordia was one of the most sacred places in the Gardeno Palace. Located on the eastern side, it was guarded by an elite team of guards stationed at various points, twenty-four hours a day.Not just anyone could enter the F
The clock struck eleven at night. The last task was done. Orlando and Lacey were already getting ready to leave. Emory was about to head home as well, but the sound of her phone ringing stopped her.Emory pulled the phone out of her bag and glanced at the caller ID. Her expression changed instantly. Clearing her throat, she answered the call. "Hello.""Hello, Emory. I hope I'm not interrupting your work."Emory unconsciously held her breath at the sound of Jaxon's voice. Her heartbeat began to quicken, and a natural tension gripped her body, as if it were bracing itself. "Not at all. I just finished my work and was on my way home. So, what's going on?"As she asked the question, Emory shifted slightly, positioning herself where Orlando and Lacey wouldn't be able to see the change in her expression. Even without looking in the mirror, she could feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks.Emory tried to control herself, but the longer she stood there, the more she realised that her nat
Jaxon didn't have to ask. Emory's reaction was exactly what he had expected. Her expression, the sparkle in her eyes, it was all more than enough to convey the joy she felt at the surprise he had prepared for her."Oh, Jaxon. This is so beautiful."Jaxon couldn't help but smile as his lips curved upwards. "Of course," he said, captivated by the radiant happiness on Emory's face. He watched as her gaze remained fixed on the ring that now rested on her finger. "This is the Aegis Solis ring.""The Aegis Solis ring?" Emory repeated, glancing briefly at Jaxon and catching his affirmative nod. "It is truly beautiful. I've never seen such an exquisite ring before."Jaxon's smile widened, unable to resist the urge to indulge his ego. "Do you like the Aegis Solis ring?"Emory lifted her gaze to stare at Jaxon with wide eyes. "Like it?" She clicked her tongue slightly. "I more than like it. I absolutely love it."Jaxon's heart swelled at Emory's honesty. She wasn't the only one who was happy; h
Emory was convinced that every woman in the world would fall in love with the Aegis Solis ring at first sight. Not because of its luxury or expensive design, but because of the mysterious allure it held.At first glance, there seemed to be nothing special about the Aegis Solis ring. In fact, it could be described as plain. There were no dazzling diamonds reflecting rainbows or intricate details to suggest an exorbitant price. It was truly simple, yet strangely, it exuded an undeniable charm—a subtle beauty, almost like a secret that only the heart could understand.The Aegis Solis ring had a golden-yellow gemstone at its centre, small in size but seemingly alive whenever it caught the light. Its glow was soft and unobtrusive, much like the morning sunlight that greets with warmth rather than burning. The gem was encased in a thin metal frame, designed purely for protection.The ring itself was sleek and smooth, with a design of purity. Its band was simple, free of engraving or additio
The morning was bright and Emory felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. The sunlight seemed to ignite her with optimism, igniting her inner fire with life.Emory closed her eyes, her smile widening as the sun's warmth bathed her skin. "What a truly beautiful morning," she said softly."Absolutely, Luna," Denise chimed in as she approached Emory on the balcony. "It looks like it's going to be a good day."Emory slowly opened her eyes and turned to face her. "I think so too," she replied with a gentle smile.Emory's schedule was exceptionally busy that day. She had a lot on her plate, so starting the morning with a positive attitude was the best thing she could do.Luckily for Emory, nature seemed to be on her side of late. The weather had been consistently cooperative, with clear skies and gentle breezes providing the perfect backdrop for her busy days. It was as if the universe had aligned itself in her favour, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. Even the rain seemed po
01:30 AM, Command Room at Guard Headquarters.The wall clock ticked softly, accompanying the oppressive silence that filled the room. The dim light cast faint shadows along the walls, enveloping the large wooden table, cluttered with maps, documents and fuzzy photographs. The scent of old paper mingled with traces of overheated electronics, mingled with an unseen but palpable tension.Pierce stood at the edge of the table; his hands braced against its cold surface. His jaw was clenched and his sharp gaze seemed to pierce every corner of the room like the blade of a knife. His presence exuded undeniable authority, leaving everyone in the room with a clear message: the margin for error was gone.To the right of the table, Giorgio William Keller—Pierce's appointed head of the Zyranos Pack's investigative unit—sorted through several documents. His demeanour was casual, but it couldn't hide the sharpness of his mind. Known for his impeccable reputation as a strategist and his disdain for s
The rain began to fall as the car drove through the gates of Zyranos Palace. At first it was just a light drizzle, but it only took a few moments for it to turn into a torrent, pouring down in an irregular rhythm.Raindrops hit the car windows; their sound sharp yet like a low whisper that lingered endlessly in Emory's ears. The sound felt distant, so far away, as if muffled behind the thick layers of her chaotic thoughts.The downpour intensified, forcing the windscreen wipers to work harder to maintain a clear view of the road. Unfortunately for Emory, the world beyond the glass looked like a washed-out painting—blurred, formless and as uncertain as what lay ahead. Emory sat in the passenger seat, her hands clutching the edge of her cloak. She hoped the fabric would provide some warmth against the biting cold. But it was all in vain, for the chill she felt came not from the rain or the night air, but from deep within. It clung to her chest like an icy knot, slowly tightening and ma
Day after day passed as usual, feeling long and full of pressure. The work never stopped, as if it would never end. In the end, exhaustion became a constant companion, accompanying every step along the way.Emory sighed deeply as she entered the palace. As usual, Fernanda greeted her arrival and together they went straight to the office.It was not time for Emory to rest just yet. Not only did the office work demand her attention, but so did the pack. So just before the clock struck ten at night, she had gathered with Orlando and Sienna.Several important matters were discussed. The conversation went on until the last topic was brought up. However, Emory had no intention of ending the meeting abruptly that evening. On the contrary, she pushed through the exhaustion that made her body scream and addressed another question to Sienna."Any news from Pierce?" Emory asked.Sienna preceded her answer with a shake of her head. "Nothing yet, Luna. The last I heard; Pierce had formed a special
Cordelia jumped. She couldn't contain her shock at Jaxon's firm words. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Jaxon," she murmured, shaking her head slightly. She struggled to find the right words, to convince herself that everything could still be fixed. Jaxon's firmness didn't necessarily mean the end of everything. "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted you to meet Giselle, nothing more, nothing less, not to set you up with her."Jaxon narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Cordelia, his gaze piercing. "Is that true, Aunt?" he asked, his tone tinged with doubt. "Is it true that you only wanted to introduce us, not mate us?"Cordelia opened her mouth to reply to Jaxon's question, which felt more like an accusation. But Jaxon didn't give her a chance to defend herself."Please, Aunt. You're the person I trust the most in this world. So don't lie to me," Jaxon continued, frustration evident in his voice. His eyes were full of emotion. "I'm not stupid, Aunt. I can sense your intentions, y
Jaxon's brow furrowed, his eyebrows almost meeting in the centre. Confusion was written all over his face as the call he had just received ended.Jaxon exhaled briefly and put the phone down on the table. Then he sat in silence, seemingly lost in thought.Cordelia had called Jaxon a few moments ago. They had spoken briefly and everything had seemed normal—nothing out of the ordinary. After all, Cordelia contacted him often, usually to check on him directly.The conversation flowed naturally and seemed pleasant. They discussed a few things, and then Jaxon noticed something strange about the call.Cordelia had invited Jaxon to a restaurant for lunch. She said there was something she wanted to talk to him about in person, something she couldn't do over the phone.Cordelia’s reasoning was plausible. Jaxon also admitted that there were things that were better discussed face to face. But there was the rub.Cordelia didn't need an invitation or an appointment to have lunch with Jaxon. They w
Months had passed, yet the mornings remained devoid of peace. Even the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains could no longer brighten the atmosphere. Instead, it accentuated the shadows lingering in the corners of the room. Everything felt gray, just like the heart perpetually cloaked in clouds.Restlessness had become the mainstay of daily life. Unease resembled a faithful companion, always present. Alongside it, a sense of foreboding crept in slowly, haunting her relentlessly, refusing to leave.Cordelia was tormented, crushed by an invisible weight that continued to shackle her. Her head throbbed, filled with wild, uninvited thoughts that came pouring in without end. She had tried to fend them off, but her efforts were in vain. The anxiety was too overpowering, gripping her mind like roots burrowing ever deeper.Cordelia's breathing grew heavy. The fresh morning air had turned into a dense fog filling her lungs. It spread fear of something lurking, something unseen bu
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