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
Confusion clouded Pierce's mind as his late-night meeting with Emory drew to a close. He walked through the corridors of the palace, his mind racing with Emory's orders. Stopping all activities related to the Gardeno Pack was something he had never expected. After all, he had thought that this was exactly the time to keep the pressure on the Gardeno Pack.The Gardeno Pack could not be considered unstable. The wheat fields fire had undoubtedly cost them dearly, but it wouldn't have a significant effect on them. Still, their minds were certainly divided, and Emory should have used this opportunity to push them further.Pierce's footsteps came to an abrupt halt as someone suddenly appeared from behind a wall. "Alpha Myles."Myles grinned and approached Pierce. "Hello, Commander Pierce," he greeted in a tone that made Pierce frown. "Looks like you've just met Luna." He cast a quick glance towards Emory's office before confirming his assumption. "Am I right?""Yes," Pierce replied with a s
Jaxon had a lot on his plate after deciding to leave for Argentina. His schedule had shifted drastically, forcing him to rush certain tasks and complete them quickly. So, it wasn't surprising that he had been incredibly busy over the past few days.Jaxon hardly had any time for himself. His phone rang incessantly and countless messages demanded his immediate attention. To make matters worse, the mountain of documents on his desk showed no sign of diminishing.Tiredness crept in. Jaxon’s shoulders ached with a persistent, nagging pain. Occasionally he stretched his muscles before plunging back into his work."It seems like now would be a good time to call Kira. What do you think, Alpha?"Jaxon let out a long sigh and accepted the cup of coffee offered by Thomas. "I don't think so, Thomas. I'm fine, I just need to sleep. Don't worry about it.""The problem is..." Thomas took a small step back, standing just a short distance from Jaxon's desk. "... you haven't been sleeping well for two
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
The night felt eternal in its chill. Time seemed frozen, while the wind carried faint whispers, an endless echo of fragmented thoughts swirling in Emory's mind."Will you be my Luna, Emory?"The question pierced them, slipping into an endless loop. It gripped Emory's emotions tightly, creating a turmoil she could not suppress. It wasn't just a string of words; it was a promise, a hope, and a shadow of doom all intertwined in a single breath.Emory was trapped, powerless. All she could do was close her eyes and wish the memory would fade, if only for a moment.Unfortunately, the harder Emory tried to banish the memory, the more Jaxon's presence invaded her mind. Every word, every hope he uttered echoed incessantly, leaving her utterly defenceless."I know this isn't easy for you, but I promise you, Emory. I will protect you and look after you. I won't let anyone from the Gardeno Pack hurt you. I swear it. Now, please."Jaxon's hoarse voice, filled with deep hope, haunted Emory. It felt
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