"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 heat burned Emory's face. Her cheeks flushed, powerless as embarrassment struck her like a bolt of lightning. She had never expected Jaxon to instruct Damian to greet her arrival.There was nothing wrong with Damian's behaviour—nothing at all. He truly respected Emory, and that was the problem.Emory couldn't think of any other reason for Damian's respectful attitude towards her. There was only one possible explanation: Jaxon must have told Damian something.Damn you, Jaxon. Emory cursed inwardly as the lift began to move. What exactly did you tell Damian that I don't see a trace of hostility in his eyes? On the contrary, he's being overly polite to me.For two werewolves from different packs who had been enemies for over twenty years, Damian's behaviour was completely unexpected. It left Emory with a flood of questions swirling in her head. It wasn't just the fact that she was being greeted, it was also Damian's extraordinary display of respect and courtesy towards her.Emory's c
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
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