"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
"Madam, isn't that a good idea?"Trina smiled slowly. Fernanda's question had taken her by surprise, but she managed to regain her composure quickly, showing no sign of her initial shock. "It's a good idea, but I'm not entirely sure it would be helpful.""Why, madam?" Fernanda asked quickly. "I thought that if Luna's emotions were related to past events, it would be best to bring in a psychologist. Besides, didn't you take Luna to a psychologist once?""You're right." Trina nodded calmly. She took a short breath before continuing. "I did bring in a psychologist after the death of Alpha Wylie and Luna Aretha. I was concerned about her mental state and didn't want to take any chances." A pause followed, her gaze going blank for a moment, as if recalling a distant memory. "I didn't want her to be traumatised by that event." She clasped her hands together, her expression sombre. "She was so young when she had to see her parents lying there drenched in blood.""Madam," Fernanda whispered,
In the darkness, Emory felt adrift, tossed about with no control over herself. She had lost all sense of agency, completely at the mercy of a current that swept her back and forth without end.Emory was trapped. Her body felt heavy, slowly sinking into something cold and thick. There was nothing she could do. She was helpless, completely drained, with no energy left to fight.A shadow of despair began to creep in, its silent wave signalling a grim end for Emory. But suddenly flickers of light appeared everywhere, darting around like tiny stars struggling to pierce the darkness of emptiness.The light felt warm, if only for a moment, as if it wanted to remind Emory of something long forgotten. Faint glimmers flashed, like shadows darting at the edges of her consciousness. She saw happy faces, places that seemed familiar, and echoes of distant voices.But it all faded just as quickly, leaving Emory in a painful silence. She was stranded in an empty space where time seemed to stand still
There were two letters on Emory's desk, both from the same sender, the Gardeno Pack. One had arrived yesterday, and the latest had just been delivered by Sienna, perhaps five minutes ago.The arrival of the second letter immediately made Emory tense. Her anticipation flared and she quickly ordered Sienna to leave the study. She didn't want to risk cursing Jaxon while Sienna was still there. The contents of the letter from the Gardeno Pack were not what they had expected.At first, Emory shared Orlando's thoughts. The letter sent by the Gardeno Pack had to be related to the fire in the wheat fields. Logically, the Gardeno Pack would seek retribution, and war could break out at any time, considering the losses caused by the fire.But Emory was wrong. The letter didn't mention the Gardeno Pack's wheat field fire at all; instead, it touched on something she wished she could forget."Jaxon." Emory closed her eyes and held her head. "What exactly are you doing? What do you mean by sending m
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly and the air was crisp and refreshing. Added to this was the happy chirping of birds singing a lively tune. Everything blended together in a harmony that soothed the soul.Unfortunately, the beauty of the morning wasn't enough to infuse Jaxon with positive energy. He couldn't shake the tension that clouded his face, and Thomas Wells—the Gardeno Pack's watcher—noticed it clearly."Would you mind telling us what's been bothering you lately, Alpha?" Thomas asked politely as he pushed Jaxon's untouched breakfast plate away. "You seem preoccupied. Perhaps I could be of some help."Jaxon blinked once before letting out a long sigh, a reaction that confirmed Thomas' observation. Then he spoke. "In all my life, I don't think I've ever been unable to solve a problem that seems so simple."Thomas frowned slightly. "May I ask what's troubling you, Alpha? I doubt this problem is as simple as it seems, considering how distracted you've been l
No wonder I've been feeling more at ease lately. Despite the many issues she had to deal with, Emory felt a sense of relief as she absently rubbed her neck. So, I haven't been wearing Myles' necklace for the last few days.Emory wouldn't have noticed if Myles hadn't pointed it out. With so many pressing concerns, something as trivial as a necklace hadn't managed to get her attention. Besides, she didn't even like necklaces. The loss of Myles' necklace had not caused her any distress.On the contrary, its absence had become a hidden blessing for Emory. She was grateful. Without Myles' necklace around her neck, she felt freer. Her breathing came easier, her chest felt lighter and there was no lingering unease within her.Still, Emory wasn't going to ignore the subject of Myles' missing necklace. Not because she felt any emotional attachment to it, but because she wanted to avoid being bombarded with Myles' incessant questions. She was sure he wouldn't stop asking until the necklace was
Jaxon's heart seemed to stop when his phone rang that night. An incoming call from a new number appeared. A smile immediately formed on his lips. He guessed it had to be Emory."Hold on a second, Damian," Jaxon said as he reached for the phone on his desk. The latest report on the state of the wheat fields after the fire was no longer his concern. "I've got an important call."Damian gave a brief nod but remained where he was, silent. He said nothing, just watched Jaxon's behaviour, which made his unease grow.A possibility had recently disturbed Damian's peace of mind. His thoughts were restless, all stemming from the fire in the wheat fields. The Gardeno Pack had suffered considerable losses as a result of the incident, yet Jaxon had taken no further action.Damian had repeatedly brought up the subject of the fire, hoping that Jaxon would order him to prepare a plan of retaliation. But no such orders ever came. Instead, Jaxon showed no inclination to seek revenge. He often avoided d
Lacey thought something serious was going on. Emory's voice had sounded shaky when she had called earlier, betraying an uncontrollable panic. So, Lacey hurried. She rushed to Emory's office and received an unexpected order."We're going to the Lustre Lounge, Lacey."Lacey's brow furrowed slightly. She was confused but remained alert as she followed Emory who had already left the office. A few minutes later they left the palace.Confusion continued to swirl in Lacey's mind as they drove. She hadn't expected Emory to contact her so late at night just to go to the Lustre Lounge. Tomorrow was still a working day and, as far as she could remember, Emory's last visit to the place had left an unpleasant impression.Lacey still didn't know what had happened to Emory that night. She had been careful not to ask, respecting Emory's warning. But Emory's behaviour now only deepened her curiosity."I know you must be wondering about my behaviour."Emory's voice came out of nowhere, causing Lacey to
The more Myles thought about it, the hotter the anger burned in his chest. He couldn't hold out any longer as he realised that Emory's behaviour towards him had become more outrageous by the day. He had been humiliated again and again. His face had been smeared and his dignity trampled on mercilessly. He was no longer someone to be respected or admired. Worse, he had been looked down upon by everyone, especially Emory.The thought of it made Myles' blood boil. His hands clenched tightly, the nails almost digging into his palms. No, he was seething with emotion, this couldn't go on any longer.Myles was determined to put an end to this mess as soon as possible. More than that, he wanted to put things back the way they'd been. "Emory must know her place. She may be the Luna Queen, but that doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants with me."Myles' patience had truly run out. He would not allow this to continue. Not only because his dignity in front of the pack was at stake, but also be
The morning light gently enveloped the grounds of Zyranos Palace, revealing a delicate layer of dew still clinging to the grass. The crisp air mingled with the scent of roses, framing the morning stillness with a touch of beauty. In the distance, birds chirped harmoniously, as if heralding the start of a new day, much like countless mornings before.In the midst of this serene harmony, Fernanda stood motionless where she was. She remained fixed in front of the grand entrance, her posture upright and professional as it should be, though her mind was drifting with thoughts she couldn't share with anyone.A breeze blew past, its cool touch brushing Fernanda's face. But it wasn't enough to calm the faint restlessness growing in her chest.Fernanda couldn't shake her unease. It wasn't just her thoughts that lingered on Emory, but her gaze as well. Her sharp and alert eyes remained fixed on Emory as he walked to the car waiting for her.It was one of countless mornings that Fernanda watched
The whole process took four hours. Afterwards, Jaxon entered the consulting room.Jaxon sat down and looked at Kira as he asked, "So, how is it?"Kira opened the monitor, which displayed graphs, tables and 3D scans of Jaxon's body. She glanced at the screen briefly before speaking. "Overall, your health is excellent, Alpha," she said, pointing at one of the graphs. "Your vital organs are in excellent condition. In addition, your blood pressure is normal and your metabolism is efficient. There are no signs of damage or other illnesses."Jaxon stood still, making no reply. He simply listened to Kira's explanation with an unchanged expression, as if waiting for something more specific, something she was about to say."There are a few interesting things I need to point out, though. First, your cortisol levels, the stress hormone, are exceptionally low. This is quite unusual considering your history of insomnia and nightmares, Alpha," Kira continued, tapping the screen to display the data
Jaxon's vacant gaze drifted aimlessly out of the window. The busy city streets seemed like a meaningless backdrop. His mind wandered, fixated on Emory.How ironic, Jaxon thought. His reunion with Emory had not gone as he had hoped. Though his longing had been satisfied, his thirst for her love quenched, it was soon replaced by an overwhelming fear.Emory's safety was in jeopardy and Jaxon couldn't afford to act recklessly. He had to think carefully, analyse the situation with precision. He reminded himself not to lose focus. The thought of something terrible happening as a result of rash decisions was unbearable."Alpha, we've arrived."Damian's voice snapped Jaxon out of his thoughts. He blinked and realised that the car had stopped—though he wasn't sure when.They had arrived, but not at the palace or the office. Instead, they were at the Gardeno BioResearch Centre—one of the most iconic buildings in the heart of Gravendale. Situated in the bustling business district, the building s
Denise's smile widened. She seemed pleased that Fernanda was sharing her thoughts. So, she didn't want to waste the moment.Denise thought there couldn't be a better time than now. She and Fernanda were in her room, just the two of them. There was no third party to overhear their conversation.Denise cleared her throat briefly, then stood up. She decided to move to the sofa, closer to Fernanda. "Actually, there's something I want to tell you, Watcher." Fernanda noticed Denise's unusual behaviour. She immediately asked, "What do you want to tell me?" "It's about Luna," Denise said with a serious look on her face. She bit her lower lip briefly, as if choosing her words carefully. "You might think I'm crazy, but I have the feeling that Luna is in a relationship with someone."Of all the things Denise could have brought up, Fernanda had to admit that this wasn't a subject she had expected to hear about. She couldn't hide her shock, especially since she had suspected the same thing earli
A sudden silence gripped the atmosphere. For a moment, no one spoke, no one uttered a word. Emory didn't react immediately. She didn't answer, she just stared at Fernanda with a shocked expression she couldn't hide. The question—so direct, so unexpected—sent her thoughts into a tailspin. Emory’s mouth opened, but her tongue felt tied. Emory was at a loss for words. She couldn't utter a single response to Fernanda. She tried to formulate an answer, but every word she put together slipped away like grains of sand falling through her fingers.Moments passed and Emory took a deep breath. She tried to compose herself, to reassure herself that all was well. Especially when she noticed Fernanda's lack of reaction to her surprise. Fernanda's calm demeanour gave her hope that it was just a casual question. "Am I in love with anyone?" Instead of answering, Emory repeated Fernanda's question with a smile. "Oh, Fernanda. How can you joke so early in the morning? You know, right? I haven't had
As much as possible, Emory avoided drawing attention to herself. She had reminded herself time and again to remain composed. She didn't want to reveal any changes in her behaviour, even though spending time with Jaxon had made her heart flutter. Happiness flooded her soul and made her want to smile endlessly.Emory knew it was going to be a challenge. After a week of suppressing her longing to finally meet him, their reunion was bound to bring back countless fond memories. Everything was just as she had imagined. Jaxon had missed her too, and the time they had spent together had only deepened and strengthened their love.Fortunately, fate granted Emory her wish—to keep her joy from becoming too obvious. Ironically, it did so in the most disgusting way.Emory froze. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Myles flirting with Denise. Behind him, Fernanda and Lacey stood still, uncomfortable expressions on their faces, as if they could already see the chaos that was about to unfold.Emory moved qui
It was shaping up to be a good morning for Myles. His peaceful sleep was interrupted by the ringing of his telephone. He stirred, muttering incoherently, intending to ignore the call. But a second ring came almost immediately.Myles growled. He lifted his head from the pillow, irritation etched into his face. "Can't I get some peace and quiet in this palace? Why does something always have to disturb me?"Realising that the caller might not stop until the call was answered, Myles reluctantly gave up the idea of continuing his sleep. He rolled over to the right side of the bed, reached for the bedside table and grabbed his mobile phone.Myles blinked several times, trying to focus his eyes to read the caller ID. "Gus?" It took him a second to recognise the name, and then his eyes widened in realisation. "Oh, Gus!"His sleepiness vanished instantly. Myles sat up on the bed, his heartbeat quickening. He figured Gus wouldn't call unless it was something important.Myles answered the call a
Now the full moon was no longer the only thing Jaxon liked to look at. There was Emory's face, which had become the gravitational centre of his eyes. It wasn't just her beauty, though it was the most breathtaking thing in the world to him—it was so much more than that.Jaxon felt that Emory possessed countless charms and allures that he couldn't begin to list—whether it was the soft curve of her cheeks, the delicate colour of her lips, or even her long, fluttering eyelashes. He was completely mesmerised, as if bewitched, and couldn't look away. He kept his eyes on Emory, his heart swelling with joy.There was no tiredness. Boredom was impossible. Jaxon thought he could spend an eternity just looking at her.Jaxon was mesmerised. In an unexpected moment, when their eyes met by chance, he realised that Emory's eyes were one of the most hypnotic things about her. He felt a warmth in them, like the gentle glow of a small fire that refused to die—a light more than enough to illuminate the