EMMELINEFinally. Good riddance to Olivia and her batty grandmother. Now that they were gone, Darius and I could finally get back to business.I knocked twice on Darius’s door before pushing it open. No point waiting—he was expecting me.He sat behind his massive desk, looking far more relaxed than he had in days. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and for the first time in a while, there was no tension in his shoulders. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was actually in a good mood."Sit," he said, gesturing toward the chair opposite him.I settled into the plush seat, crossing my legs as I studied him.“I’m happy they’re gone,” he admitted, a genuine smile playing on his lips.I let out a breath, nodding. “Me too. Your aunt was terrifying and I was so scared she’d figure out the truth.” His lips twitched in amusement. “She’s certainly something.”“She was a lot, but Olivia? Ugh. That girl could make a saint throw a punch.”Darius chuckled, a rare, low sound that sent an unfamilia
EMMELINEWe pulled up to the supposed camp. It looked… deserted. Like nothing more than a patch of overgrown trees and tangled underbrush. Darius glanced at me, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.“This is it?” he asked, his voice low.Ironically, the fact that there was no sign of life convinced me this was the place. If they were trying to stay hidden, they’d do a damn good job of it.“Yeah, this is it,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. My stomach churned. "Let's go."We got out of the car, the silence of the forest pressing in on us. Each crunch of leaves under our feet sounded amplified, like a gunshot in the stillness. We walked for a few minutes, deeper into the trees. Then I heard something snap. A twig. Small, but unmistakable.“They’re here,” I whispered to Darius, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.He frowned, scanning the trees. “I don’t see anyone.”“They can see us,” I replied, my voice tight. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. We
DARIUSI watched as Emmeline jumped into Sylas' arms, her tears streaming down her face. Like everyone else, I was shocked, but not as much as I was when I found out what really happened on the day of the attack. It was her mating ceremony, and she was supposed to be with some guy named Jonas Sharpe. Who, by the way, is apparently Sylas' brother.No wonder she looked like she was walking on broken glass the second we got here. Had her restlessness earlier been because of some resurfacing memories? My mind was racing with questions, but I kept my cool, observing the reunion between Emmeline and Sylas."I never thought I'd see you again," Sylas said, his voice choked with emotion. He held Emmeline so tight, like he was afraid she’d disappear. Emmeline pulled back a little, wiping tears from her eyes. "Me too."Sylas loosened his grip just enough to look at her, his eyes searching hers. “How… how did you end up here?”Emmeline hesitated, taking a deep breath. "It's a long story."Sylas
EMMELINE“I can’t believe you’ve been living with them this whole time, and they never figured it out.” Sylas shook his head, his voice tight with disbelief. He paced the tent, his boots scuffing against the ground. Light from the small window flickered across his face, making the worry in his eyes even more obvious.That look… like he was trying to piece everything together, trying to figure out how I’d survived, made my chest tighten. He looked so disturbed by the thought of it.And that, for some reason, was starting to make me uneasy.I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly broadcasting my presence, you know? I mask my scent,” I said simply. “I try to stay out of sight, and honestly, I rarely leave Darius’s estate. Most of them don’t even interact with me closely enough to suspect anything.”His jaw tightened at the mention of the estate—at the mention of him. He stopped pacing. “Darius,” he said, his voice flat.I tensed, waiting for the inevitab
EMMELINEDarius leaned against the wooden post inside Sylas’s tent, arms crossed, looking as relaxed as ever. Even though he was smaller than the Lycans and was the only werewolf here, surrounded by Lycans who could tear him apart, he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. Maybe it was because he had Lycan blood himself. Or maybe he was just that confident.Meanwhile, Sylas was on edge. He stood over the crude wooden table, staring down at the list in front of him like it held the key to everything. His jaw was tight, his fingers pressing into the paper like he wanted to crush it.“So from this list,” Sylas said, his voice sharp, “it’s clear that most of these people are Alphas and high-ranking officials. Taking them out would be like... changing the government for half the packs out there. It would be like resetting everything.”Darius gave a slow nod. “Yes.”Sylas turned his gaze on him, suspicion clear in his eyes. “And how do we know this isn’t just part of some plan for you to dominate
EMMELINE“You don’t get to decide this for me, Sylas.” My voice was firm, but my hands were clenched into fists at my sides. I had to keep myself steady, had to remind myself that I wasn’t some prize to be claimed.“I’m not deciding anything.” Sylas took a step closer, his jaw tight, his shoulders stiff. “I’m telling you what needs to be done.”“Oh, so now I need to belong to you?”I let out a short, dry laugh. “You seem to forget that I have a choice to make in this..”“And what choice is that?” Sylas argued. He exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. “My brother, Jonas deserves that respect from you.”I stared at him, stunned for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest, anger curling in my stomach like a snake ready to strike. “And you claiming me will give him that respect?” My voice was lower now, sharper.“Yes,” he retorted. “It’s the only way to honor his memory.”I shook my head. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Sylas.”His eyes darkened. “You should be ashamed of yours
EMMELINEI barely slept. Not because my tent was uncomfortable, but because my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sylas, his hard stare, his ridiculous claims. And no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Which, knowing Sylas, I probably was. He had his men all over camp, and I had no doubt they were keeping a close eye on Darius. Not that Darius cared. He had a way of acting like nothing fazed him, like he was above all of this. Maybe he was.Morning came too soon. I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and stepped out of the tent—only to find myself face-to-face with Sylas.He was already dressed, looking like he’d been up for hours. His gaze swept over me, unreadable. “Join the women for breakfast.” His voice was firm, more of an order than a suggestion.I clenched my jaw. There was something about the way he said it—like he was trying to put me in my place. Like I was just another one of
EMMELINEThe Lycans escorting me back to Sylas’s tent barely acknowledged me. I kept asking what was happening, but no one gave me a damn answer. They just marched ahead, their shoulders stiff, jaws locked.Something was wrong. Really wrong.When we reached the tent, I pushed past them without waiting for permission. Inside, Darius was already there, standing with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.Sylas was pacing. The moment he saw me, he stopped. “Good. You’re here.”“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.Sylas didn’t hesitate. “Some werewolves were spotted nearby. We think they are planning a raid.”My stomach clenched. “A raid?”“Possibly.” His tone was grim. “We haven’t had one in months, but now suddenly, after he arrives—” He turned and gave Darius a long, pointed look. “—we have a threat on our doorstep.”Darius scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Oh, come on. You think I led them here?”“You tell me.”“I wouldn’t be that careless,” Darius said, his voice
DARIUS’ POV★★★★★★Emmeline was pacing in our bedroom, her frustration practically radiating off her in waves. "I told you, Darius! She's lying through her teeth! That whole story about the embarrassing letter and the list? Bullshit!"I watched her, my own anger simmering beneath the surface. I knew she was probably right. My gut had been screaming at me since she first told me about the man in the garden. But I had to play it smart. Rushing in with accusations based on a hunch wasn't going to get us anywhere."I know it feels that way, Em," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But we can't just throw her out. Not yet. We need to know what she knows, what she's up to.""Knowing what she knows has been going on for days now!" Emmeline exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "And you know what else? I feel… uncomfortable around her. She's been making these little comments, these subtle threats… I don't like it, Darius. I really don't."My jaw tightened. Threats against Emmel
DARIUS’ POV★★★★★★At last, Seraphine arrived, flanked by the guards. They informed me that Beta Dawson had come to see me, and I told them to ask him to wait until I was done with Seraphine. Seraphine looked surprised, her normally calm expression slightly marred with a hint of confusion. “Darius? What is it?”"Who was the man you were talking to in the garden this morning?" I asked, my voice tight, trying to keep my anger in check.She blinked, her eyes wide and innocent. "Oh, that was just an old friend…he's a former soldier from my father's pack. He was just passing through and wanted to say hello.""Passing through and just happened to find you in our garden?" I challenged, my skepticism thick in the air."Well, yes," she said, her voice calm, almost too calm. "He knew I was staying here with you.""Did he?" I pressed. "Because Emmeline here saw him too. And she didn't get the impression it was just a casual hello."Seraphine turned to Emmeline, a hint of annoyance flashing in he
EMMELINE★★★★★★That damn letter. It was burning a hole in my mind, and my head was practically screaming for me to tell Darius. But something held me back. What if it was nothing? Just some random piece of paper that Seraphine had picked up? I’d look like a right fool, constantly sniffing around her business for no reason. And honestly, the thought of Darius looking at me like I was being paranoid… nah, I couldn’t risk it. Not yet anyway.I needed more. Concrete proof. Something solid that would make Darius sit up and actually listen. So, Operation: Get the Dirt on Seraphine was officially underway. I spent the next couple of days keeping a low profile, trying to observe without being obvious. It was like trying to sneak past a bloody elephant – Seraphine was very slippery and careful, or so it seemed.Then, this morning, I finally caught a break. I was taking a slow walk around the garden – the doctor said light exercise was good for the baby, though honestly, some days just getting
DARIUS’ POV♤♤♤▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎♤♤♤This messenger's words… they’ve burrowed into my damn skull and won’t leave. Baseless, Sylas had suggested. Just some nobody trying to stir up trouble. But what if he wasn’t? What if, against all odds, someone actually did survive? The thought alone sent a cold shiver down my spine.Another sleepless night bled into a tense evening. I was in the meeting room with Sylas and Dawson, my Beta. The air was thick with unspoken anxieties.“Alright, let’s go over this again,” I started, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes. “Every known enemy. Every single goddamn threat we’ve ever faced. Could any of them have slipped through the cracks?”Sylas leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Alpha, we went over this a hundred times. Every last one of those sons of bitches was executed. Massively. My men personally checked the bodies. We made damn sure there were no survivors.”Dawson, usually quieter, nodded in agreement. “We left nothing to chance, Darius. It was a cle
DARIUS◆◆◇◆◆"Alpha, we got a situation at the south border." Dawson's voice was tight, his usual easygoing demeanor gone. He stood in the doorway of my office, his chest heaving slightly. "Someone tried to sneak in. Got a couple of our guys hurt."My blood went cold. An attempted breach? This close to everything that was happening? "How bad?" I asked, already moving towards the door."Nothing life-threatening, thankfully. Bruises, a nasty gash on Marco's arm. But they managed to take the guy down." Dawson fell into step beside me as we headed towards the border. "He put up a hell of a fight.""Who the hell was it?" I growled, my mind racing through possibilities. Kaelen testing our defenses? Some other rogue pack making a move?"Don't know yet. They've got him contained. He's not talking."We reached the border in record time. The air was thick with tension. I could see a small group of my guards gathered near the treeline, their faces grim. Marco sat on a nearby log, his arm wrapped
EMMELINE◆◆◆◇◆◆◆Okay, so after every talk that went down last night with Darius, a plan started forming in my head. Just being outright cold to Seraphine wasn't going to cut it. She was slippery, I could feel it. I needed to try a different approach, something that might make her drop her guard, even just for a second. I needed to bait her, see what kind of fish this was.So, this morning, I decided to invite her for tea. Yeah, tea. It felt ridiculously polite considering the suspicions swirling around her, but I figured it might throw her off. Plus, it would give me a chance to observe her up close, see if I could pick up on any tells.I asked one of the house staff to let her know I'd like her company in the sunroom around mid-morning. Then I went about my usual routine, trying to act as normal as possible, even though my insides were churning with unease.When Seraphine finally arrived, she looked a little surprised, maybe even a bit wary. I offered her a seat by the window, where
DARIUS◆◆◇◆◆This whole Seraphine situation was giving me a bad feeling in my gut, a real gnawing one. I called a small meeting, just the people I trusted most: Seraphine herself, my beta Dawson…the guy's got my back no matter what… and Sylas, our head of intel.Seraphine started laying it all out, talking about Kaelen's allies, these rogue packs that were itching for a fight. She named names and gave details about who was leading them. Honestly, she sounded convincing, like she knew her shit. But something about her… it just didn't sit right. Maybe it was Emmeline's words echoing in my head, planting seeds of doubt."So, these packs," I started, leaning forward on the table in my study. "You're sure about their involvement?"Seraphine nodded, her eyes earnest. "Absolutely, Alpha. These are the ones Kaelen has been grooming for years. They're loyal to him, waiting for his command… and now, they can't wait to take revenge for his death."Dawson, ever the logical thinker, chimed in. "An
EMMELINE■■□□□□■■Ugh. I swear, sometimes I just need to punch something. Or someone. Today, that someone was definitely Seraphine. I’d gone down to the training grounds hoping to catch Darius before he got too deep into whatever Alpha duties were hogging his time today. Instead, what did I find? That leech, Seraphine, perched on a rock like she owned the damn place, watching Darius go through his paces.He was looking good, I had to admit. Sweat was beading on his forehead, muscles bunching with every strike against the dummy. He was putting in the work, no doubt about it. But the sight of Seraphine just… grated on my nerves. She was clapping when he finally finished a set, her voice all sugary sweet as she called out, “Excellent work, Darius! You’re looking so strong.”My teeth practically ached from grinding them. Seriously? Strong? Like he needed her to tell him that. I could feel my blood starting to simmer. This was our territory, our pack. She was supposed to be an ally, someon
EMMELINE’S POV■■■■■□□□■■■■■The way Seraphine looked at him… it was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t me. But I saw it. The slight tilt of her head, the lingering in her gaze just a fraction too long. And the way she spoke to him, her voice a little softer, a little more… sugary than it was when she addressed anyone else. It made my teeth grind.They were in the war room again, poring over maps spread across the large table. The dim light of the oil lamps cast long shadows, making the atmosphere feel even more secretive. I’d been trying to distract myself with needlepoint in the corner, but my fingers kept fumbling with the thread. Every now and then, a laugh would drift my way – Darius’s, usually, prompted by something Seraphine had said. It was a casual laugh, the kind he used with his friends, with his commanders. But it still felt like a punch to the gut.Jealous? Maybe. A little. Okay, maybe a lot. It wasn’t just about Darius, though. It was about the way she was