EMMELINEThe underground tunnel smelled like damp earth and mildew, the kind of scent that clung to your skin and made you feel like you’d never be clean again. I pulled my coat tighter around myself, not because I was cold, but because something about this place made my stomach twist.I couldn’t believe people were living down here.No—forced to live down here. It was suffocatingly cold, dark, and cramped. I couldn't imagine living like this.But they had no choice.A family hiding like rats beneath the world, all because some power-hungry Alphas had decided Lycans didn’t deserve to exist.I swallowed hard, pushing away the ache in my chest. I wasn’t here to feel sorry for them—I was here to help.I glanced at Darius as we made our way deeper into the tunnel, his flashlight casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. His expression was unreadable, his sharp gaze scanning our surroundings, ready to strike any danger."This place is a fucking nightmare," I muttered under my breath, stepp
EMMELINEWe had managed to convince him to trust us. I could tell it was hard for him to wrap his head around the truth. I could see the wariness in his eyes, the way his body remained tense even after we explained everything. When I told him who I really was—Princess Emmeline, daughter of King Carrington—his whole body had stiffened like I’d struck him.For a long moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up to him, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a breath.“You’re… You’re really her?” His voice was hoarse.I nodded. “I swear it.”His wife had burst into tears the moment the words left my mouth. She covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking. The little girl clutched at her mother’s dress, wide-eyed, confused, and scared.“She’s alive… The princess is alive…” the woman whispered through her sobs.Darius and I had led them back to the cabin we rented for the night. It wasn’t muc
EMMELINEThe entire ride back to Darius’s pack, I couldn’t sit still.My hands were clammy, my stomach twisted in knots, and no matter how much I tried to tell myself that everything would be fine, my nerves refused to settle.Darius sat beside me in the truck, arms crossed, legs stretched out like he didn’t have a single worry in the world. Meanwhile, my heart was hammering so hard I thought I might throw up.“You need to relax,” he murmured, tilting his head toward me. “Nobody’s going to know they’re in the truck.”I exhaled sharply. “I know.”“But?”I clenched my jaw. “But I can’t shake this feeling.”Darius sighed, shaking his head. “You’re doing everything right, Emmeline.”I shot him a dry look. “Oh yeah? Then why does it feel like something could go horribly wrong at any second?”He reached over, taking my hand and squeezing it. “Because you care.”I stared at our hands. His grip was warm, solid. A comfort I didn’t want to admit I needed.“This is the first time I’ve done somet
DARIUS“It’s not the same killer.” I kept my voice level, my face a mask. No way I was letting these two clowns see me sweat.Crock narrowed his eyes. “Is that so? And what makes you so sure, Darius?”“Evidence,” I said simply. “I’ve been investigating, like I promised. Turns out your trackers weren’t exactly saints.”Mathias scoffed. “Evidence? What evidence? Care to enlighten us?”“Gladly.” I snapped my fingers at one of my guards. “Go get the Beta. And tell him to bring the uh… guest.”The guard scurried off. I let the silence hang heavy, watching the two alphas fidget. It was almost amusing. Almost.My beta, Dawson, strode in a few minutes later, a skinny, nervous-looking man trailing behind him.“Here’s our evidence.” I gestured towards the pair. “Or rather, he is. We have more, but let's hear what our friend here has to say.”Dawson cleared his throat. “During our investigation, we discovered that the trackers… well, they’d made quite a few enemies. Especially in the Red Cave Pa
EMMELINEI was going to lose my damn mind.Heat had come early, and it was worse than I ever remembered. My skin felt too tight, my body on fire, and no matter how much I tossed and turned, nothing helped.Cara, my wolf, wasn’t making things any easier. Go to him. You need him. You want him.“No, I don’t,” I muttered, shoving my face into my pillow.Liar.I moaned, gripping the sheets as another wave of need hit me. Fuck. I was already burning up, and I hadn’t even touched myself yet. My body was betraying me, my mind drowning in nothing but thoughts of him.Darius.I squeezed my thighs together, but it only made it worse. My body craved him like an addict needing a fix. Cara kept clawing at me, desperate for his scent, his touch, him.I let out a strangled groan, kicking the blankets off. They felt suffocating, and yet without them, the cool air against my skin made it worse.I was so screwed.I tried to distract myself. Counting. Deep breathing. Thinking of the ugliest, most unsexy
EMMELINEI woke up nestled in Darius’s arms, warm and content. A blush crept up my neck and I felt shy. It wasn't like this was the first time we'd woken up like this, but still…For a moment, I let myself just exist there, tangled up with him, my body sore in all the best ways.Then I made the mistake of looking up.He was watching me. Smirking."Ugh," I groaned, burying my face against his chest. "You’re a creep. How long have you been awake?""Long enough to appreciate the view," he teased, his voice a low, lazy rumble.I swatted his arm. "That’s disturbing."His grin widened. "No, it’s not. It’s endearing.""Says the man literally watching me drool in my sleep.""You don’t drool," he murmured, brushing a finger along my jaw. "But you do make these little sighing noises when you’re dreaming. Kind of adorable.”"So you like watching me sleep?" I asked, peeking up at him through my lashes.He simply nodded, his expression turning serious.I narrowed my eyes at him. "You are way too i
DARIUSMy shoes clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing my growing unease. What the hell was Great Aunt Mildred doing here? The woman was a walking, talking disaster zone, and the last thing I needed was her anywhere near Emmeline.I rounded the corner into the foyer and there she was—she dressed like she’d raided a clown’s closet. And next to her… a girl. Young. Like, really young.“Darius!” Mildred shrieked, engulfing me in a hug that smelled strongly of lavender and mothballs. “My boy! It’s been such a long time!”Long time? We saw each other last year at Christmas. I swear, the woman’s memory is shorter than my… patience.“When I saw you last, you were just a boy!” she continued, squeezing me tighter. I could feel my ribs protesting.I peeled her off me, forcing a smile. "Aunt Mildred. This is… a surprise."She beamed, all wrinkles and rouge. "Isn't it? And this is Olivia, my granddaughter.”Olivia offered a shy smile and a small "Hello." She looked like she’d just
DARIUSI glared at Great Aunt Mildred across the dining table, feeling my patience thinning with every second.The old woman had insisted on this dinner, and now I was stuck here, watching her chew like she was savoring my suffering.I had no idea what Emmeline was up to, but I hoped she was enjoying her freedom while I was trapped here. The longer Mildred was here, the more my anxiousness would grow. "This will soon be a regular thing," Aunt Mildred announced, dabbing her lips with a napkin. "Family dinners. Just like the good old days."I coughed. "We were never a family that had dinners together.""Nonsense." She waved her hand dismissively. "And once you're married, you'll appreciate them even more."I set my fork down and met her gaze. "I'm not getting married."Silence.Mildred looked like I'd just told her I planned to live in a cave and survive on tree bark.Then came the voice I’d been trying to ignore all night."Then why do you have a concubine?"I snapped my head toward O
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