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
Not only was there no longer any doubt, but a deep-rooted certainty had taken hold, spreading to every corner of Jaxon's heart. Reality had proven it to him time and time again. There was no need to question it—his true mate was undoubtedly Emory.Now, as Jaxon reflected more deeply, he realised that his life had changed since that night. Even the smallest things about Emory affected his emotions and the way he lived his daily life.Through their unexpected encounter, Emory had shaken Jaxon's emotions to the core. Her presence had conquered him so naturally. She slipped into his mind, into his soul, into his heart. Her influence seeped in so smoothly, so gently, that he hadn't even noticed it.Jaxon was at a loss for words, utterly amazed. He had never imagined that Emory's presence would change his life so profoundly. Someone as confident as he, who had always believed that no one could surpass him, suddenly found himself feeling jealous—over something as simple as a necklace. Then t
Emory had never felt so drained. Usually she was full of energy, no matter how many tasks piled up or how exhausted she was. She might feel tired, but she never felt completely drained—not like this. Even taking a breath seemed taxing, as if something was pressing down on her chest. She seemed devoid of her usual zest for life, which worried everyone around her, including Fernanda.Emory took a deep breath. She looked at the plate of snacks on her desk that Fernanda had just replaced. "I think I'm going to feel like this for the next five days, but don't worry. I'm not sick. I don't have any problems. I just..." She exhaled deeply. "...feel unmotivated.""That's the problem, Luna," Fernanda said, taking the untouched plate of snacks and putting it on the trolley. "You've looked unmotivated for the last two days. I've never seen you like this before. Is there something on your mind?"There is, Emory's answer was in her heart. I can't stop thinking about Jaxon.Emory closed her eyes, ho
Even the word shocked wouldn't be enough to describe Ramona's current state of mind. Her emotions were all over the place from the moment Emory began the conversation. She was shaken and, truthfully, had to admit that discussing true mates was not a topic she had anticipated. She really hadn't expected Emory to bring it up."Have you ever missed someone, Ramona?"Ramona blinked. She didn't answer the question because she had the feeling that Emory wasn't really expecting an answer. Instead, she just looked at Emory with a calm demeanour, ready to listen to whatever Emory had to say."To be honest, I've never felt longing before," Emory continued with a restrained grimace. There was a flicker of guilt in her eyes. "The worst thing is, I haven't missed Mama and Papa all this time, Ramona. I've lost them, but I've never missed them. At first, I didn't realise it. But then, that night, I dreamt of Mama." She paused, feeling the storm of emotions in her chest. "Since that night I've often
The dizziness still clung to him as Myles arrived at the palace. His world continued to spin slightly, the unsteady sensation making his steps wobble and nausea creep in. He quickly braced himself against a wall to keep his balance.An Omega approached him and asked politely, "Alpha, are you all right?"Myles closed his eyes and massaged his temples, hoping the dizziness would pass. "Yes, I'm fine," he replied with a broad grin. He looked at the Omega with an unfocused gaze, but one that radiated undeniable elation. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt better. It's been so long since I felt this alive."Myles could never forget the terrible tragedy that had occurred some two months earlier, when Emory had killed two of his women. Since then, he hadn't dared bring anyone to the palace for fun. Worse still, Emory's often unpredictable moods made him too afraid to take the risk of seeking pleasure outside the Palace. He didn't want to provoke her anger any further.Myles was tormented.
"So..." Myles spoke as he sat down. His tone was different. He looked alternately at Trina and Isidore, his eyes full of meaning. "I've confirmed that Emory and Jaxon are indeed having an affair. I have additional evidence to the photos I found in Emory's study. There's no doubt about it."Trina and Isidore said nothing. They exchanged tense glances, their expressions tense. It seemed that the information Myles had shared that morning wasn't a good way to start the day.Myles, on the other hand, seemed to think otherwise. There was nothing more interesting to him at the moment than Emory and Jaxon's alleged affair. That was why he had arrived at Montclair Manor so early. In fact, if he hadn't been so exhausted after three days and two nights of partying, he would have come straight over.Myles was consumed by an unbearable curiosity, eager to witness Trina and Isidore's reactions to the information he had received the day before. "I've already hired someone to spy on Emory," he contin
Trina's arrival at The Palace that morning was met with the usual warm welcome. The Omegas who happened to cross her path greeted her with respect. She smiled gracefully as she left, only to find Fernanda approaching."Good morning, Madam Trina."Trina replied with a small nod. "Good morning, Fernanda," she replied warmly, exuding authority. "What a coincidence. I was just looking for you.""For me, madam?" Fernanda asked politely for confirmation. "You don't want to see Luna?"Trina shook her head, waving her hand briefly in front of her face. "Of course not. It's Sunday, so let Luna rest. I don't want to disturb her."Fernanda nodded in understanding before asking, "Then why did you wish to see me? Is there something you need, madam?"Trina's look was more than enough to answer Fernanda's question. Realising this, Fernanda gestured for Trina to follow her to a more private place.With the door closed, Trina took a seat on the sofa while Fernanda stood, maintaining a composed demeano
It seemed that a false sense of calm had settled over Zyranos Palace lately. The usual silence and stillness that should have signalled peace had instead become a sign of tense anticipation. The atmosphere had been altered by the commotion surrounding Isidore, Trina and Myles. Everyone was talking about it, spinning endless speculation—and because of that, Emory refused to be caught off guard a second time.Emory had made this case her sole focus. She was going to make sure that not a single detail slipped through the cracks, because this wasn't just about her safety—it was about the entire pack. Trina and Isidore's actions weren't just a matter of deceiving her; they bore the signs of a betrayal of the pack itself.Emory needed the truth to come out. She needed to uncover the true motive behind Trina and Isidore's actions. Their claim that it was all for their own good sounded like a flimsy excuse. Her instincts told her that something much bigger was at play—something important enou
The grey clouds drifted restlessly, darkening the sky above Montclair Manor. They obscured the sunlight, casting an unnatural gloom.A cold wind blew, rustling the leaves in an uneasy whisper. Nature stirred as lightning streaked across the sky, breaking through the last line of defence.Raindrops began to fall. A drizzle tapped against the windows, its rhythm growing heavier with each passing moment. What started as a light mist sweeping the ground soon turned into a torrential downpour.The trees swayed wildly, their branches creaking under the force of the wind. A distant rumble echoed in the background—a harbinger of the approaching storm. The universe painted a bleak picture, one that Trina watched in silence.Trina stood behind the window, motionless. She had been there for some time, her gaze fixed on the rain, her mind a storm of thoughts. Voices, faces and events crowded her mind, sending a heat through her chest.Everything felt different. The atmosphere had changed, thick w
With firm strides, Pierce stepped out of the palace, carrying the turmoil with him. His mind churned relentlessly, a restless storm that refused to be calmed, even when the wind blew in a soothing rhythm.Pierce paused for a moment, tilting his head back. His gaze was fixed on the sky, now shrouded in grey clouds. It seems, he thought grimly, the rainy season is beginning.The realisation added another weight to his shoulders, another layer of pressure Pierce would have to deal with. He took a deep breath and walked on towards his car.There was too much to do, none of it could be postponed. Time was passing and Pierce had no intention of wasting it. So, he drove to the Guard Headquarters without delay, a wry thought in his mind—his plans for rest had been cancelled.Arriving at Guard Headquarters, Pierce headed straight for the command room. He paid no attention to the incessant activity around him—guards moving back and forth, security systems being monitored and daily reports being
The familiar sight enveloped the Zyranos Pack headquarters as usual. Activity was everywhere. Operations never ceased, even in the final hours of the night. Signs of work in progress filled the air—heavy footsteps echoing through the halls, the occasional creak of an automatic sliding door and the low hum of internal communications.The routine continued endlessly, and so did Pierce, who remained absorbed in his work, unaware that the day had already changed.Stacks of documents cluttered his desk, scattered across the surface. The holotable glowed dimly, projecting reports he had read countless times.Fatigue weighed on his eyes. Exhaustion struck, hitting him hard as a consequence of working late into the night.Pierce let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose. He tried to shake off the overwhelming fatigue."Damn," Pierce muttered to himself, realising that despite countless sleepless nights, he was still no closer to a breakthrough. "It's l
The exhausting days continued relentlessly. Time seemed to turn with a heavy rhythm that sapped all energy. Ironically, it wasn't the work or the pack business that caused this, but the unexpected things that kept popping up without warning.Lately, everything felt like it was spinning out of control. One shock after another came in a way that was far from pleasant. They disturbed Jaxon's thoughts and his peace of mind.Strange thoughts crept into his mind. They followed every step Jaxon took. They shadowed his every activity. They never let him go, haunting him with an endless unease.Jaxon took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself as he received the same report again that morning. "Well," he said in a low voice. "Still no progress on Rosalie's case?""Yes, Alpha," Alexis replied carefully. Her head bowed slightly as she explained. "Kira and her team are still conducting a thorough analysis. So far, Rosalie's condition remains stable, although there's been no significant progress
Kira took a deep breath before stepping forward and entering the cell, Alexis and Yvonne following behind her. The dim light cast faint shadows across her face, accentuating her focused expression. Her gaze remained fixed on Rosalie, who lay motionless, showing no reaction to their presence, except for the occasional unfocused blink."She's lost her neurological response," Kira murmured as she observed Rosalie's completely diminished state. "Is that what you meant, Yvonne?"Yvonne clicked her tongue quietly. "I'm not quite sure. But one thing's for sure, none of the methods we've tried have been able to bring her fully back to consciousness. It's as if she's caught between being awake and unconscious."Kira cautiously reached for Rosalie's wrist, searching for a pulse. "Her pulse is weak and her blood pressure has dropped. If this continues, her body could shut down completely.""Is that the effect of something?" Alexis asked spontaneously. "Could it be poison? Trauma?"Kira sighed an
"It seems that my suspicions were right. Isn't it, Myles?"The accusation hit Myles like a cold, jarring slap. His body tensed. His fingers dug into the arm of the sofa as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. His chest rose and fell in an erratic rhythm as he struggled to suppress the tremors creeping through his body.Myles remained frozen under Emory's gaze. He could feel the sharpness of her eyes, slicing into him like a blade, peeling away his skin layer by layer. He wanted to look away, escape, or at least blink, but his body refused to obey. He couldn't move an inch. And so, he became the target of Emory's silent but crushing power.Cold sweat beaded on his forehead before trickling down Myles’s temple. His heart pounded violently, hammering against his ribs in a frantic, uncontrollable rhythm.Myles took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. But the more he fought for control, the harder it became to remain calm.Every passing second was merciless. Time seemed to
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