The guards who were already closed in on Lucy to deliver the punishment, halted at the presence of Leo. Leo's presence immediately commanded attention. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the same piercing blue eyes as his father. His dark hair was slightly disheveled as if he had rushed here in a hurry.
The room fell into a tense silence, the air crackling with unspoken words.Licy noticed Leo's presence but never trusted that, She knelt still on the cold marble floor, feeling the sharp sting of humiliation and fear. Her thoughts raced, her heart pounding so loudly that she could barely hear anything else. She kept her head bowed, as she could not dare look around, her body trembling as she waited for the punishment that seemed inevitable.
Alpha Eric sat on his imposing throne, his expression stern and unyielding. His piercing blue eyes , a mirror of Leo's, scanned the room with impatience. He held the power to end this tirn hr but Lucy knew better than to expect Mercy from him. She could feel Isabella's gaze on her.
She was right when she heard Leo coughed and raised her head slightly. Isabella stood to the side, her posture regal and confident. Her dark hair framed her beautiful yet cold face and her eyes glittered with malice. She had always enjoyed watching others suffer, especially those she deemed beneath her. And Lucy, a mere handmaid, had dared to confront her, to challenge her authority.
Leo's gaze swept across the room, taking in the silence before him. His eyes fell on the guards with their whips as he stared at them for a moment but in no time, he switched and pressed on with his gaze on Lucy and that instant , Lucy dared to raise her head slightly and for a brief moment, his eyes met Lucy's but just as quickly, he looked away, his expression unreadable. Finally, his gaze settled on his father.
“Father,” Leo said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of concern. “”What is going on here?”
Alpha Eric leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. He took a moment to respond as if he was patching up every possibility that Leo might still have something for this slave girl.
“Leo, it's nothing for you to worry about,” he said finally, his tone dismissive. “This is a matter of discipline.”
Leo's eyes flickered with frustration but he maintained his composure.
“Discipline?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly. “And what, exactly, has she done to deserve such harsh treatment?”
Isabella immediately stepped forward, her eyes flashing with irritation. “She disrespected me,” she said, her voice cold. “She had the audacity to speak back at me, to challenge my authority and. Come on, such behavior cannot be tolerated.”
Leo turned to Isabella, his expression hardening. “And what, precisely, did she say? “ he asked, his voice sharp. “Or did you simply take offense at the fact that she dared to speak at all?”
Isabella's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the room felt even colder. “She questioned my decision,” she said, her voice faltering. “She refuses to follow my orders. She acted as if she were my equal, no, like she was my superior. She even raised her hand at me. Such insolence cannot go unpunished.”
Leo took a deep breath, clearly trying to control his emotions. He glanced back at Lucy, who still knelt on the floor, her shoulder trembling. He could see the fear in her eyes. He knew her too well enough to know that she wasn't one to challenge authority lightly. Something must have pushed her to the edge.
“Father,” Leo said, turning back to Eric.
Eric who had been silent, watching the drama between Leo and Isabella raised his head to hear Leo's out.
“Yes, son. I know you'll have something to say… now let's hear it.”
“I ask you to reconsider. Lucy has served our family faithfully. She is not one to act out without reason. Pushing her without understanding the full situation would be unjust.”
Alpha Eric sighed, a heavy, resigned sound. He looked at his son, his expression softening slightly.
“Leo, I understand that but there's one thing I don't yet understand,” he said. “But you should also know we must maintain order. If we allow one to defy the rules, others will follow. We cannot afford to show leniency.” He reclined back to his chair.
Leo shook his head, frustration encroached in his eyes. “This is not about leniency,” he argued. “It's about fairness. We can't punish her without hearing her side of the story.”
“You don't dare bring that up, Leo. A common slave to explain her side of story… you of all should know that a slave can never have that opportunity.” He uttered sharply, his legs firm on the ground after getting up from his chair.
“This was the same girl I caught eloping with you, right?” He questioned and took a brief look at Lucy before turning away to set his eyes on Leo. “Don't tell me my thoughts now are right.”
“No, Father… I renounced everything I had for her. Trust me father. What I'm saying is, it is difficult to see a loyal and hardworking maid nowadays. We can't afford to ruin this,” Leo bowed his head slightly.
Isabella scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You always were too soft, Leo,” she sneered. “That's what Father dislikes most of the time. You're too concerned with fairness and compassion, rather than doing what needs to be done.”
Though Isabella thought about her words, she had to just speak up as she knew Alpha Eric would honor Leo's words over everything she had narrated to him. She loves Leo and would only want him for herself, more reason she was careful about her choice of words, yet, she knew she angered him already.
Leo's jaw clenched and for a moment, it looked like he might snap back at Isabella. But instead, he turned to his Father. “Give me the go ahead father.” He inquired with his head bowed.
Alpha Eric was hesitant at first but eventually shook his head slightly forward, a gesture Leo understood too well.
“Stand down,” he ordered the guards, his voice firm. “There will be no punishment today.”
The guards hesitated, looking at Alpha Eric for confirmation. Eric nodded slightly and the guards lowered their whips, stepping back. Lucy, at that instant, felt a wave of relief wash over her, though she didn't dare to move or speak. She kept her head bowed, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Get up, Lucy,” he ordered, his voice firm but laced with an undercurrent of concern.
Lucy, her body aching and her knees scarred from kneeling, struggled to her feet. She winced with each movement, her pain evident in the slow, deliberate way she rose. She stood for a moment, facing Leo, her eyes searching his face for any sign of softness or reassurance. But Leo's gaze was fixed elsewhere, avoiding her entirely but knew she was looking his way.
“Won't you leave? I might change my mind.” He whispered but his voice was thick enough to vibrate through Lucy's ear.
Lucy's eyes sank a little but she knew better than to show any hesitation. She turned and began to walk towards the door until there was a sound and a bang.
Shortly after Lucy walked out, there was a minute of silence that seemed weird.
“Guards, leave us,” Leo commanded next. The guards exchanged uncertain balances but ultimately obeyed, filing out of the room without a word. The tension in the room was palpable, the silence now deafening as they waited for what would happen next.
As soon as the door closed behind the last guard, Isabella's composure shattered. Her eyes filled with curiosity.But then, she looked at Alpha Eric with a mixture of anger and betrayal.
“Why would you let her go scot-free without punishing her?” She demanded, her voice trembling. “She disrespected me, Father.”
Alpha Eric remained impassive but Leo's expression hardened.
“Enough, Isabella,” he said, his voice rising in anger. “This isn't about you. It's about justice and fairness.” He turned to face her way and in no time walked up to her.
“I know you hate her and you would do anything to touch her very soul. Am I wrong?”
“Yes, you're wrong Leo.” Isabella's tears spilled over, and she turned to Leo with a look of pure frustration. “Don't tell me you still want her.” She giggled.
Leo took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Is that a question? You don't get to ask me that.” He turned away from her to face his Father.
“Leo.”
“Everyone has the right to be treated with respect, Isabella. You cannot abuse your position to bully and mistreat others.” He retorted, sharply in response to Isabella's call.
Isabella's face twisted with wrath. “This isn't bullying! She needs to know her place!”
Leo stepped closer, his eyes blazing with intensity. “And what place is that, Isabella? At your feet? Cowering in fear? That's not how we should treat anyone regardless of their status.” Leo pressed on with his gaze on her such that Isabella could no longer face him.
“You two have it with each other already… That's okay and Isabella, you will have your way some other time.” Eric stood up and held her hands.
Though Isabella doesn't want the same, she wasn't as strong as Eric, so she gave in and listened to him as she was calmed by Eric's sweet words.
“Isabella, go to your room. I need to have a word with my son.”
Isabella mused at first and tried to catch a glimpse of what he was going to talk about with him. Could it be he wanted to scold him but not right in her presence? She nodded her head and stepped out of the room.
As the door closed behind Isabella, leaving the room empty save for Eric and Leo, a heavy silence settled between them. Leo remained standing, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the floor as he waited for his father to speak. He could feel the weight of his father's gaze on him, assessing, probing, as if trying to read the thoughts hidden behind Leo's actions.Finally, Leo looked up, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What is it you wanted to discuss, father? Why did you send Isabella away?” His voice was steady but there was an undercurrent of tension, as if he already suspected that this conversation would be far from easy.Eric did not answer immediately, instead, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied his son. The silence stretches on, thick with unspoken words and at that moment, Leo felt a flicker of unease. He tilted his head, his mind a maze of thoughts. What was his father thinking? Why was he delaying what he had to say?
Leo couldn't shake the feeling that this conversation was far from over. His father's suspicions had been raised, and he knew that he would need to be even more cautious in the days to come. He had to protect Lucy, but he also had to protect himself—and that meant walking a fine line between loyalty and deception.He stood there, right at her front, Isabella staring at her with a sad expression, Leo couldn't help but think of Lucy, her face flashing in his mind. He had managed to keep his feelings hidden for so long, but now the truth was dangerously close to being exposed. And if that happened, it wouldn't just be his future on the line—it would be Lucy's as well.Leo clenched his fists as he watched Isabella stand there, her arms crossed, a sly smirk playing on her lips as if she had been waiting for him. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and something darker, something more malicious. Leo instantly knew she had been listening to the conversation, more reason he met her a
Isabella walked down the hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and hurt. Leo’s silence had cut her deeper than any words could have. It was as if he had dismissed her entirely, as if she didn’t even matter to him. The cold indifference in his eyes, the way he had refused to acknowledge her accusations, it all stung more than she wanted to admit.Why couldn’t he see? Why couldn’t he understand how much she cared for him, how much she wanted him? She had loved Leo for as long as she could remember, a deep, aching love that had only grown stronger over the years. But it was a love tinged with bitterness, with the sharp edges of jealousy and resentment. Because no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, Leo’s eyes always seemed to drift toward someone else—toward Lucy.That maid. That lowly, insignificant maid. Isabella’s thoughts twisted with fury as she imagined Lucy, her delicate features and soft, doe-like ey
Ethan helped Leo sit on the edge of his bed, the tension in the air heavy enough to cut through. Leo's breathing was still ragged, and the adrenaline from his earlier outburst hadn't completely left his system. His knuckles were bloodied, and the raw, angry skin stung, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts—thoughts that made his expression hard, his jaw clenched.Ethan, ever the loyal companion, left Leo for a moment to step outside. He dismissed the guards stationed at the door and they obeyed as they didn’t argue. Though, Ethan outranked them, and his authority was absolute. He spoke with calm authority, and the guards nodded, disappearing into the shadows of the hallways, leaving the entrance unguarded. Ethan knew Leo needed privacy now more than ever, and having eyes and ears around would only complicate things.Returning to the room, Ethan closed the door softly behind him and moved to sit beside Leo on the bed. The silence between them was t
Leo and Ethan walked onto the training ground, the midday sun casting long shadows behind them. The moment they stepped into the center, the atmosphere shifted. Every guard that had been training paused, turning their attention toward the two figures now standing in the middle. A hush fell over the area as the guards began to gather around, forming a loose circle, their eyes filled with anticipation.They knew what was coming. Leo and Ethan sparring was always a sight to behold. They were the strongest wolves in the pack, unmatched in strength and skill. Leo, the Alpha’s son, was known for his raw power and incredible speed, while Ethan, his trusted guard and advisor, was a master of technique and precision. When the two fought, it was like watching a dance of power and control—a spectacle that left everyone in awe.Ethan rolled his shoulders, loosening up as he gave Leo a knowing look. “Ready to clear your head?” he asked, his tone light but with a hint of challenge.Leo smirked, nod
Marie paused, the tension between them was almost palpable, and Marie hesitated for a moment but held back her hand. “I don't mean that way. I just want to be left alone and I don't know what could happen if you touch me.” Lucy sighed deeply. fore approaching her friend. She had been searching for Lucy everywhere, worried about her sudden disappearance.Marie folded her lips and nodded, a gesture that showed she clearly understood what Lucy meant by her words."Well, Lucy, I've been looking all over for you," Marie said, her voice filled with concern as she came closer.Lucy didn't respond immediately, her gaze remaining fixed on the ground. It was as if she hadn't even heard Marie speak. The silence stretched on, and Marie grew increasingly anxious, wondering if something had happened."Lucy, please talk to me, I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have been more careful." Marie pleaded, her voice laced with genuine remorse. She thought back to their last conversation and tried to pinpoint
Ethan and Marie carefully carried Lucy into her room. It was a dark and dimly lit room. The silence between them was thick with worry and unspoken thoughts as they laid her gently on the thin mattress. The room was void, nearly empty except for a small lamp and a pile of clothes tucked away in the corner. The air was heavy and the only source of light casting dark shadows on the walls was the rays of light that escaped through a small hole on the window. Marie immediately hurried towards the window to open it up so that light would fill the room. Her fingers trembled as she moved to open the window, but Ethan quickly grabbed her wrist.“No,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We can’t risk anyone seeing me in here. It’s too dangerous.”Marie hesitated, her eyes wide with a mix of fear as she watched Ethan hands firm on her wrist. She nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Ethan slowly let go of his hold on her and instructed her to turn on the lamp instead. The lamp's w
Marie sat in tense silence, while Ethan stood and both of their eyes locked on Lucy as she lay still on the mattress. The dim light from the single lamp cast a warm glow, but it did little to alleviate the cold fear creeping into their hearts. Lucy had just calmed down after what felt like an eternity of thrashing and murmuring persistently. The sweat on her brow was a high contrast to the deathly shades of her skin. Her chest could be seen by anyone as it rose and fell with shallow breaths.Ethan, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, tried to make sense of everything. Marie's words echoed in his mind, blending with his own observations. **What did she mean?** he mused, his thoughts tangled. **Something is different about Lucy… but what?**Marie stood beside him, her fingers twisting the hem of her gown anxiously. She couldn’t shake the fear she felt seeing Lucy like this. Her friend looked so fragile, so far away, like she was lost in a place that neither of them could reach. The
The tension in the air was fierce even after the fight had come to an abrupt halt. Dust from the scuffle lingered in the breeze and the faint murmur of the dispersing crowd hummed in the air. Leo's hand was still stiffened in the air as he looked up. All focus shifted to the one who had stopped the fight. Alpha Eric stepped in the training ground, his presence commanding immediate attention. Eric strode forward with long, purposeful steps, his silver edge clock billowing slightly behind him. His guards flanked him, their expressions stoic and beside him walked Ethan. Ethan has been the one to deliver the news of the escalating fight. Ethan's eyes scanned the ground, his sharp gaW noting every detail, from the guards to the pack members.Leo straightened the moment he saw his father approach, wiping the sweat from his brow as he quickly stood to his full height. Aiden, however, didn't move right away. Sitting on the dusty ground, he tilted his head slightly, spitting blood to the sid
The training ground buzzed with tension, the air thick with anticipation as Lucy hurried down the dusty path, Marie trailing close behind her. The sun hung high, casting sharp shadows over the guards and the few pack members who had gathered to witness the spectacle. Lucy's heart pounded in her chest, her feet barely touching the ground as she weaved her way through the throne of armored figures.“Excuse us,” Marie muttered, pushing past a particularly burly guard.Lucy didn't stop, her eyes scanning the clearing until she caught sight of the center. A small crowd encircled the two figures at the heart of the commotion, the tension radiating off them like waves. She stepped forward, ignoring the murmurs around her, and found a spot just close enough to get a clear view.She barely noticed the guards muttering about their presence or Marie's standing slightly behind her. Her attention was fixed entirely on the two figures in the center.Aiden stood in a composed stance, his hands clas
The question struck Lucy like a blow and she stumbled under the weight of it—not physically but emotionally. Her breath hit her and she blinked rapidly, trying to compare herself. Love Leo? The words echoed in her mind, unwelcome and painful.Lucy stared at the ground, her grip tightening on her clothes on either side. She didn't answer immediately. Her thoughts were a mess, tumbling over each other in disarray. Why is she asking me this? Why now? And what am I supposed to say?After a long, tense silence, Lucy finally spoke, her voice measured but laced with bitterness. “Leo rejected me with his own mouth,” she said, each word carefully enunciated, “and he told me to forget about him… and that's what I did exactly. Or, how can you expect me to love someone that doesn't love me, huh?”Isabella raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of skepticism and disbelief. She gestured with one hand, a small, sharp flick of her wrist, as if physically brushing aside Lucy's words. “You didn't answ
The sudden impact threw her off balance, causing a few clumps of dung to fall from the bowl. The heavy bowl wobbled precariously and she scrambled to steady it.“Oh no!” she gasped, her heart pounding. She set the bowl down hastily, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Her gaze darted up, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the person she had bumped into.It was Aiden.He stood there, his piercing gaze fixed on her. His swift reflexes had saved him from most of the mess, but a smear of dung stained the sleeve of his dark shirt. He looked at it briefly, his expression unreadable, before his eyes shifted back to her.Lucy's fear spiked instantly, her pulse thundering in her ears. Her thoughts raced, chaotic and panicked. Why him? Of all people, why him?Aiden's eyes flicked to the bowl on the ground and back to her. His tone was calm, yet there was an undercurrent of authority. “Why are you carrying that by yourself?”His question was simple but it felt like a challenge.
The early days of the sun were faintly breaking through the cracks of the heavy curtains in Leo's room when he pushed open the door. The air inside was still, carrying the faint scent of cedarwood and smoke from the fireplace he hadn't lit in days. He exhaled heavily, shutting the door behind him and moved to the center of the room. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the peg by the wall, before tugging his shirt over his head.The cool air kissed his bare skin, drawing out a soft sigh as he stretched his shoulders. His muscles ached from the night's relentless training—he’d spent hours in wolf form, rubbing and fighting to exhaust the emotions that had been clawing at him since yesterday. But the ache was nothing compared to the battle in his mind.Turning to grab a clean shirt, his eyes caught the faint rise and fall of a figure on his bed. He stilled, narrowing his eyes, his wolf instantly alert. It took only a moment for him to recognize the brown hair spilling over his pil
The words struck her like a blow. She felt her knees weaken momentarily, but she quickly steadied herself, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. How dare he? she thought, fury and disbelief tangling in her mind. He even has the audacity to call Lucy his mate right in front of me. Her composure wavered for only a moment before she regained her footing, glaring at Leo with newfound resolve. “And exactly are you planning to do that?” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “She's a maid, Leo. She has no standing here. Why make you think you can claim her? Not when your father is here.”Leo didn't back down. If anything, her defiance only seemed to stoke the fire within him. He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. “Because I'm going to be Alpha soon,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And when that happens, you'll see. I don't need your permission.”The determination in his voice sent a chill down Isabella's spine. She narrowed her eyes, stud
The heavy wooden door closed behind them with a low cream and Isabella found herself standing in the dim warmth of Leo's room. The space was simple yet deeply personal, an extension of its owner.The air was scented faintly with pine and leather, and the faint bluish light of the moon filtered in through the narrow window. Her eyes immediately fell on the intricate carvings etched into the walls—images of wolves mid-run, trees swaying and the crescent moon. Each one was unique, bearing the unmistakable mark of Leo's careful hand.She stepped closer to one of the larger drawings, tracing the grooves with her fingers. “You carved these yourself,” she murmured, her voice reverent.Leo, standing a few places behind her, crossed his arms over his chest and kept mute, his eyes following her movements closely.Isabella inhaled deeply, her eyes roaming the room. It had been so long since she'd last stood here. She took in the sturdy wooden bed, its frame hand-carved to match the alls, the sta
The hallways were long and the stone floors echoed with the sound of Lucy's soft footsteps as she wandered aimlessly, her mind lost in a haze of confusion and turmoil. Her thoughts kept circling back to the words Isabella had said, echoing in her head like a constant drumbeat.“Aiden's ruthless, cruel… he won't care about you. He's never cared about anyone…”Lucy's head throbbed with the weight of those words, the uncertainty about what lay ahead heavy in her chest. She could barely hold onto the fragments of her thoughts, let alone understand the difficulties that surrounded her.Her temperature had spiked again, and she felt dizzy but that was the least of her worries.She had to focus. I have to get a grip, she thought. I can't let this affect me…But before she could lose herself again, she heard her name—soft, yet urgent—calling out from behind her.“Lucy,” Marie's voice broke through the fog.Lucy didn't respond at first. She kept walking, one foot in front of the other, her min
Lucy blinked, looking up into Leo's familiar face. His eyes were sharp, but there was a flicker of concern beneath his furrowed brow.“Lucy,” he said, his tone softening. “Are you alright?”Her lips parted but no words came out. She felt his hands tightened slightly on her shoulders, anchoring her as she swayed, her gaze fixed on the ground.Her silence gnawed at him, but before he could press further, Ethan, who had been following closely behind, cleared his throat.“Leo,” he began, his voice low but insistent. “You can't be seen like this with her. Especially not by your father.”Leo tensed, nodding his head. “I know,” he replied curtly, glancing at Ethan.“Do you?” Ethan pressed, stepping closer. “Because if your father sees you—”“I said I know!” Leo snapped, his voice echoing down the corridor. He took a breath, his frustration barely contained.Ethan fell silent, his gaze flicking to Lucy, who was only staring but seemed oblivious to their exchange. He sighed. “I'm just trying t