Late afternoon, Grace and Ethan prepared to leave. Grace sighed, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder.โI hate driving in the dark,โ Grace muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her as she gave Daniella a firm hug. โI swear, these roads turn into a horror movie set the moment the sun dips.โDaniella laughed, though she felt a small pang of sadness as her friend prepared to leave. โIโd tell you to stay the night, but I know Roy would come banging on my door, demanding to know what Iโve done with his wife and son.โGrace smirked. โHeโs hopeless without me, and we both know it.โDalton, who had been standing beside the car with Sophie clinging to his hand, chuckled. โThatโs the price of being indispensable.โGrace rolled her eyes but didnโt deny it. She leaned down, planting a kiss on Sophieโs forehead. โBe good to your mum, okay? And stop terrorizing Ethan.โโI do not terrorize Ethan!โ Sophie protested, but Ethan, standing behind Grace, made a face that said otherwis
The next morning, Daniella drove Sophie to school. The drive to school had become a comforting routine, a pocket of time in which mother and daughter shared silly jokes and favorite songs. The little girl sat in the backseat, swinging her legs, her tiny fingers playing with the hem of her school skirt. There was a thoughtful silence between them, one that Daniella had grown to recognize. Sophie was thinking, which meant questions were coming.โMummy?โ Sophieโs voice was soft, hesitant, yet filled with the natural curiosity of a child.โYes, sweetheart?โ Daniella glanced at her through the rearview mirror, offering her a gentle smile.Sophie hesitated, her little brows furrowed as she toyed with the straps of her backpack. โWho is my daddy?โDaniella sucked in her breath, she knew sophie would ask the question someday but she never expected it to be so soon. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as her heart pounded against her ribs. She had always known this moment would come,
The rumours started as hushed murmurs, slithering through the pack like a venomous snake, growing louder with each retelling. At first, it was only a few sympathetic earsโwomen who had always resented Mrs. Garvalleโs iron grip on the pack, men who had long desired a change in leadership. But Matilda was clever. She didnโt just let the rumors take root naturally; she watered them, nurtured them.Matilda had been clever about it, never uttering the words herself in public but letting others do it for her. Her maid, Jane, had been instrumentalโdiscreetly slipping money into the hands of pack members with grievances against Mrs. Garvalle. Those who already bore resentment, those who had long grumbled about the matriarchโs iron-fisted rule, took the bait eagerly, fanning the flames of discord.โShe was pregnant with Liamโs heir,โ one would say in hushed disbelief.โDidnโt you hear? She lost the baby because of the Luna,โ another would add, eyes darting around for eavesdroppers.โShe was pu
Alpha Liam took a step forward, his towering presence now looming over her. โI will not have you turn my pack against itself. And I certainly wonโt have you defaming my mother to satisfy whatever twisted game youโre playing.โMatildaโs smirk didnโt waver. โAre you threatening me, Alpha?โ she taunted, tilting her head, amusement flickering in her expression. โOh, how terrifying. You forget, my father is a better Alpha than you will ever be. Maybe if you had his spine, you wouldnโt let yourself be led around like a leashed dog.โLiamโs eyes darkened, his wolf howling beneath his skin. His patience was wearing thin, fraying at the edges and about to snap. โIf you think,โ he said slowly, each syllable a warning, โthat mating with me gives you the right to harass, bully, and defame my mother, you are gravely mistaken. This ends now, Matilda.โ His hands curled into fists at his sides, a desperate attempt to restrain the rage coursing through him. โIf you continue acting unreasonably, I will
Some minutes after matilda left, Alpha Liams phone rang. Liam barely glanced at the screen before snatching it up, his patience already frayed from his earlier encounter with Matilda."Hello?" he snapped, his voice edged with irritation."How dare you maltreat my daughter?" The voice on the other end was deep and seething with fury.Liam stiffened, recognizing it instantly. Alpha Seth. A growl rumbled low in his throat. Had he seen the caller ID, he would have ignored the call altogether. But it was too late now. Hanging up would only worsen matters. He could already picture Matilda, crocodile tears in her eyes, playing the role of the wounded victim while her father swallowed every word whole."I should have known," Liam muttered, running a hand down his face in frustration. "What lies has she fed you now, Seth?""Lies?" Seth spat the word as though it burned his tongue. "I heard your mother and yourself have turned my beloved daughter into your personal punching bag. Your marriage
โYouโve just committed a direct act of aggression against my pack,โ Liam growled, his voice low and venomous. โDo you have any idea what youโve done? Youโve broken the governing bodiesโ rulingโattacking an allied pack is treason. Iโll ensure you are dealt with swiftly.โAlpha Sethโs chuckle was slow, deliberate, and brimming with condescension. โYouโre focusing on the wrong problem, boy,โ he said, his tone dripping with mockery. โInstead of flapping your mouth about consequences, perhaps you should be more concerned with the infiltrators within your own pack. I already have the upper hand, whether you like it or not.โLiam clenched his jaw. He hated the way Seth spoke to him, as though he were a mere pup trying to play at being Alpha. He had fought for his title, had bled for it. No one, not even this arrogant old wolf, would dictate his rule.His mind raced as it filtered through his security reports, the recent disruptions within Hollow Pack. Could it be possible? NoโSeth was bluffi
The phone rang twice before Beta Adam picked up, his voice sharp and alert. โAlpha, I was just about to call you. Thereโs a situation at the farmlandโan explosion. Iโm overseeing it now.โโI know,โ Liam said, his voice tight. โLeave it and come to my office. Now.โThere was a brief pause, the sounds of shouting and urgency in the background. โAlpha, with all due respect, this is serious. We need to assess the damage andโโโI said now, Adam,โ Liam cut him off, his tone brooking no argument. โHand it over to someone else. I need you here immediately.โHis Beta hesitated for a second before exhaling sharply. โUnderstood. Iโll have Gamma Lucas take over.โLiam could hear Adam turning away from the chaos, issuing rapid orders. โLucas, youโre in charge. Secure the perimeter, report any unusual findings, and make sure the fire doesnโt spread. Keep the warriors on high alert until I return.โGamma Lucasโs voice crackled faintly over the line. โUnderstood. Iโll handle it.โLiam ended the call,
Murmurs passed through the elders. One of them, Elder Reginald, leaned forward. โThis urgency better be justified, Alpha,โ he said. โThis better not be another political affair concerningโโโThis is far beyond politics,โ Liam cut in sharply, his patience thinning. โThis is a direct attack on our pack.โA hush fell over the room.Liam took a breath, steadying himself before he spoke the words that would change everything. โThe explosion today at the farmland was no accident. It was orchestrated by Alpha Seth.โGasps rippled through the room. Some warriors exchanged alarmed glances, while others clenched their fists. The elders, however, remained still, their expressions darkening. They were wise enough to know that Seth had always been a dangerous man, but this was outright provocation.Elder Vaughn narrowed his eyes. โYou are certain of this?โLiam nodded grimly. โHe told me himself.โMore murmurs. A few of the warriors visibly stiffened. Vaughn exhaled through his nose, his fingers t
The first thing Daniella remembered was warmth.After weeksโperhaps months, she couldnโt be sureโof cold stone, rough rope, hunger, and fear so constant it felt like a part of her skin, the heat of the blanket around her was a shock. Her eyelids fluttered as light seeped through, soft and golden, nothing like the oppressive dimness of the place sheโd been held. For a moment, she didnโt move. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, the illusion would shatter and she would find herself back in that place again, chained to fear.But then came the sound of gentle voicesโreal voices, not threats or barked orders. The lilt of care, the rhythm of kindness. And something elseโฆ laughter. Childish, light, and echoing through walls that didnโt drip with damp or desperation.Daniella's eyes snapped open.She sat up too quickly, and her ribs protested with a sharp ache. The pain was grounding, almost reassuring. She was real. Alive.The room was simple, but clean and cozy. Pale cream walls, a
Elizabethโs breath came in shallow gasps, her body slack against the cruel embrace of the experimental chair. Straps bit into her raw skin, long since chafed and torn, yet she no longer felt the pain. Her nerves had dulled, her senses numbed. She was more spirit than flesh now, drifting between worlds, untethered.Her head lolled to one side, dark strands of matted hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin. Her once vibrant eyes, those fiery defiant eyes that had once shown with life and love, now stared at the ceilingโglassy, distant, the fight flickering out like the last glow of an oil lamp. There was no screaming anymore, no struggling. They had taken everything from herโher strength, her dignity, her voice.Yet within the silence, her mind slipped somewhere far from the sterile hell around her.She was eight again.The scent of wildflowers filled her nose, and golden sunlight poured through the trees of the glen behind her childhood home. Her mother laughedโa light, airy sound that
The cell was always cold.No matter how long Elizabeth stayed thereโdays, weeks, years perhapsโher bones never grew used to the damp chill that seemed to cling to her skin like a second layer. The air was thick with mildew and rot, and the stone walls wept with condensation. The silence, when it fell, was almost worse than the screams that came before.She heard the iron door screech open again, and her blood ran colder.โNo,โ she whispered, her body trembling already from the day before. โPleaseโplease not again.โHeavy boots approached. A gloved hand reached down and grabbed her by the armโan arm so bruised and battered it barely felt like her own anymoreโand dragged her out. She cried out as her knees scraped the rough stone floor.The guards always ignored her pleas.Elizabeth was hauled into the chamber againโthe room that smelled of blood, fire, and wet leather. Chains hung from the ceiling like spiders waiting to pounce. A rusted grate in the floor whispered of what had already
The cell door creaked open with a groan that echoed through the narrow corridor, the iron hinges protesting the movement. Arya stepped out, her heeled boots clicking sharply against the damp stone floor. Her posture was elegant, commandingโher chin tilted ever so slightly upwards in that familiar way that made her seem like royalty in a place that reeked of rot and fear.She turned to the guards, her lips curling into a tight smile.โLock the cell,โ she ordered coolly without glancing back. โI donโt want any accidents.โThe guards nodded silently and pushed the thick iron door shut with a deep metallic clang. One of them turned the key with a rough twist, and the deadbolt snapped into place with finality. Arya stood still for a moment, watching them with feigned patience, her hands clasped lightly behind her back.โThe trial is scheduled, correct?โ Arya asked in a silk-smooth tone, as if she were inquiring about afternoon tea, not the brutal torment of another living being.โYes, my
โAryaโฆโ Elizabethโs voice rang out, quiet but clear, halting Aryaโs retreat.Arya stilled, her hand on the doorโs iron handle. โWhat?โElizabeth swallowed hard, her voice cracking beneath the weight of pain and disbelief. โWhy?โArya paused mid-step. Her fingers curled around the keys at her hip. She did not turn.โWhy what?โ Arya asked, her voice smooth and clipped, though it carried an edge.โWhy go to such desperate measures to get rid of us?โ Elizabethโs voice trembled with hurt and confusion. โDo you hate us that much? Why pretend? Why go so far? Was all of it a lie?โArya stood still, her back to the bars. For a moment, Elizabeth thought she might walk away, might ignore the question entirely. But then Arya turned slowly, her brown eyes glowing faintly in the dim torchlight.There was a sneer on her face, cruel and cold, but beneath it, Elizabeth saw something elseโbitterness, long-nurtured pain, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.โYou really want to know?โ Arya aske
The damp chill of the underground cell gnawed through Elizabethโs thin, torn tunic, and the stench of mold and decay lingered in the air like a curse that refused to be lifted.Chains rattled faintly with her every movement, and little Habibah lay curled in her motherโs lap, her breath warm against Elizabethโs bruised skin. Elizabethโs fingers ran slowly through her daughterโs tangled curls, each strand a small comfort against the storm of fear in her chest. For a brief, aching moment, there was silence. Suddenly, the silence broke. The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridorโslow, deliberate, merciless. Elizabeth stiffened, her hand tightening around Habibah. The child whimpered.A cruel laugh drifted through the air, low and mocking, bouncing off the cold walls like a specter.โNo,โ Elizabeth whispered, eyes lifting toward the cell bars. โPlease, not again.โThe shadows moved, shaped themselves into a familiar figure. A woman stepped into the dim torchlight, flanked by three
Elizabeth sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, her back against the heavy, fortified wall of the secret chamber. โWill Papa really come back soon?โ Habibah whispered for what felt like the tenth time, her voice barely a breath.Elizabeth gave a small, reassuring nod. โYour father said to stay put. Heโll come for us when itโs safe. We just have to trust him.โHabibah bit her lip, glancing nervously at the heavy steel door that kept them hidden from the chaos outside. The chamber had been built centuries ago as a refuge, and it was nearly impenetrable, soundproof, and sealed tight. UntilโA sound broke the heavy silence โ the soft, unmistakable creak of footsteps approaching.Elizabeth stiffened immediately. She pressed her hand gently to Habibahโs arm, signaling her to stay silent. Both of them leaned in, hearts pounding so hard it was almost deafening in their own ears.The door handle shifted, moving slightly.Habibah's breathing quickened, and Elizabeth gripped her hand tightl
Three years had passed since little Habibah was birthed and welcomed into the Emerald Pack. In those years, she had blossomed like a rare flower, her laughter ringing like bells across the pack grounds. The pack loved her fiercely โ not only because she was the Alphaโs daughter, but because there was something radiant about her, she had a bright and untamed spirit with the gentleness of her mother, Elizabeth, and the fire of her father, Czar.Elizabeth, her mother, watched her every day with quiet awe. Sometimes, she would run her fingers through Habibahโs dark curls and wonder how such a miracle had come into their lives after all the pain they had endured.Czar, the Alpha, was no different. He had vowed since the day Habibah was conceived and born that he would protect her with everything he hadโeven if it cost him his life.But these were troubled times.The werewolf territories were embroiled in an endless war โ pack against pack, hunters against wolves, betrayal seeping into once
Elizabeth basked in the glow of an expectant mother, she could not be more thankful for the peace, joy, and love that found her. She and Alpha Czar counted the days till the birth of their child, until word arrived that the Willow Creek Pack โ an ally under Emerald's protection โ had been attacked, the news shattered the pack's peace, especially that of Elizabeth. Alpha Czar knew his position and wasted no time. Without hesitation, he assembled his warriors; his vow to all allied packs must be fulfilled no matter the cost or consequences. "Under my watch," he had sworn, "no friend shall fall alone."Elizabeth, heavy with child and only weeks from her due date, had begged him to stay. But duty was a jealous, unyielding master. Alpha Czar kissed Elizabeth's forehead, lingering there a little longer than usual, his hand pressed over her swollen belly. His voice, low and steady as he made her a promise, โIโll be back before you know it, my love. You and our little one โ youโre my world