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
"Oh, my God. Keep going, honey. Keep going. Oh, you really are my little whore. Now spread your legs wide. Ah, yes. That's it. Just like that." Emory Abernathy stopped in her tracks at the bedroom door when she heard repeated moans and a few inappropriate words. Her brow furrowed, and then she turned to see Fernanda Barrett—the Watcher of Zyranos Palace—standing behind her. "Does Alpha have a guest?" "Yes, Luna," Fernanda replied with an unreadable expression. Her face dropped slightly as she explained. "Alpha has had guests since you left the country a week ago." "Oh." Emory let out a short murmur. Then she took a deep breath as she turned. She walked through the connecting room and Fernanda hurriedly opened the door for her. They stepped outside. "You should have told me that Alpha was entertaining a guest. I nearly interrupted his fun." Fernanda was stunned, unable to speak. She could only hear Emory's words with the realization that she shouldn't be surprised. After all, this
Fernanda closed her eyes dramatically after closing the door to Emory's office. She decided not to leave right away. Tension still surrounded her entire body, and her knees felt weak from Emory's earlier question. Pretending in front of Emory had been exhausting and she needed a moment to calm down."Fernanda."Fernanda jumped, startled. She turned around and exhaled in relief. "Oh, Lacey. It's just you.""What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Lacey Diana Castillo—Emory's personal assistant—asked. Then she looked at the door to Emory's office. "Did you just meet with Luna?""Yes." Fernanda grabbed Lacey's hand and pulled her away from the area. She glanced around occasionally, making sure no one else was around to overhear their conversation. "Did you do what I asked?"Lacey nodded. "Just as you suspected, Madam Trina did indeed give me the tea. As usual, she claimed it would help Luna sleep soundly, but as per your instructions, I didn't give it to Luna during our trip."Fernanda was
It was certainly not a good day for Jaxon Rolf Forsythe—Alpha of the Gardeno Pack. There was a mountain of tasks and issues to deal with that day, both company and pack related.Jaxon arrived at the office in the morning to be greeted by a pile of financial reports and partnership agreements. His desk was cluttered, but what caught his eye were the first quarter sales reports and a new investment proposal from overseas partners.Jaxon studied the documents carefully before speaking to his secretary, Odile Elliot. "Set up a meeting with the board next week. I want to discuss the expansion plans.""Understood, sir," Odile replied promptly. She glanced down at the tablet in her hand before continuing, "There's some bad news regarding the wheat shipment to Asia. Pacific Ocean Freight is running into delays. Their ship is being held at the port of Singapore for a security inspection. If this isn't resolved soon, it could seriously affect our relations with our partners in Japan and South K
In the briefest of seconds, as they entered the suite, a plan flashed through Jaxon's mind. His original intention of driving Emory away was changed in an instant. He could use the situation to his and his pack's advantage and deal a crushing blow to the Zyranos Pack. He was sure that Emory's pride would sink to its lowest ebb, and the enmity between the packs would shift to Gardeno's control.A golden opportunity lay before him. Jaxon could take advantage of Emory's lack of consciousness. He could kidnap her, and the Zyranos Pack would surely submit. They would do everything to save Emory.Jaxon grinned. He didn't push Emory away as he had originally intended. Instead, he grabbed her upper arms, determined to make sure she couldn't leave the suite and...A tug on his tie made Jaxon blink. Instincts flared, filled with anticipation. He scanned the situation quickly, ready to act, but suddenly his body froze.Jaxon's heart seemed to stop. His breath caught in his chest and his grip on
A thought briefly crossed Emory's mind, just a second after her consciousness returned—that this was the deepest, most restful sleep she had ever had. Relief flooded her chest, creating a sense of spaciousness that words like peace and tranquillity couldn't begin to describe. It was as if a drop of dew had fallen to moisten her long-parched heart, flooding it with an incredible coolness.A serene atmosphere settled around her. Comfort embraced her. Emory's body and soul felt light, as if she had grown wings that could take her anywhere. She was free, every chain that had bound her hands and feet was gone. She floated, carried on the breeze to the highest heavens.Emory thought she felt reborn. Positive energy flowed through her being, filling her with a vitality mirrored by her wolf spirit. They moved in perfect harmony, something she had never felt before. The rhythm of her wolf spirit matched the beat of her heart. They shared a breath and became one.The world felt more alive, more
Lacey had lost count of how many times she'd stolen glances at Emory through the rear-view mirror. She watched Emory's condition closely, holding back the urge to ask questions. Her worries couldn't just be dismissed by looking at Emory; she needed to know where Emory had gone last night and if anything had happened to her.Unfortunately, Lacey had to swallow all the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She held back her desire to ask, sensing that Emory was in a bad mood."Not now, Lacey."Lacey blinked, her eyes instinctively focusing on the rear-view mirror. She saw Emory talking with her eyes still closed. "W-what, Luna?""I don't want to be disturbed," Emory said bluntly. "So don't say anything. Don't even ask anything. I don't want to hear a word."Lacey nodded. "Understood, Luna."The short conversation ended. Lacey let out a long sigh. Emory's rebuke made her body tremble, and so she pushed aside her desire to ask Emory any questions. Besides, she could tell from Emory's
"It seems that Emory is in a really bad mood," Myles muttered to himself, exhaling deeply. He continued to watch Emory's behaviour from a distance, his brow furrowed. "Look. She's even ignoring Fernanda and the others." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his expression serious. "I wonder... what's really going on with Emory? Why has she become so frightening?"Unable to suppress his curiosity, Myles decided to investigate. He quietly followed Emory and her group into her office, but found nothing useful.Emory's office door was shut tight and Myles couldn't hear a word. Ironically, he'd forgotten a crucial detail. "Damn!" He closed his eyes dramatically and slapped his own forehead. "Emory's office is soundproof. Eavesdropping in here is pointless."Clicking his tongue, Myles walked away, but he wasn't about to give up on getting answers. Instead, he was sure the information would come to him sooner or later.Myles didn't have to wait long. After about fifteen minutes, the door to Emory
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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