The grand ballroom had never felt so vast, so daunting.Becca tightened her hands nervously around the fabric of her dress as she and Mira stepped through the towering double doors.Beside her, Mira fidgeted, smoothing her skirt unnecessarily."I don't like this," Mira muttered under her breath. "This wholeâĶ rehearsal stuff."Becca nodded, equally uneasy. But they had been toldâno, summonedâto come for a "special preparation" for the upcoming Moon Festival. And no one said no to Alpha Eugene.Across the ballroom, standing near the orchestra setup, were two familiar figures:Alpha Eugene, handsome and commanding in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders; and Max, stoic as ever, standing slightly behind him.Mira's steps faltered when she saw Max, but she pressed her lips together and kept walking.Becca noticed the tension between them. They didn't speak, didn't look directly at each other â but the awareness between them was almost palpable.Becca swallowed hard and pu
Miraâs eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Becca and Eugene dancing together, their bodies intertwined like they were one.âThey look... perfect together,â Mira whispered, almost to herself.Max turned his head to look at her. The way her lips curled in a small, genuine smile made something warm and aching move inside his chest.For a moment, Maxâs fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to reach out, to tell her somethingâanythingâjust to hear her voice.He opened his mouth, about to speak, whenâA sharp, loud laugh shattered the moment.They all turned in unison, their heads snapping toward the grand staircase.At the top, like a queen descending to oversee her court, stood Luna Seraphina. Trailing behind her were Desmond and Jack, both in dark ceremonial attire, their faces fixed into perfect, impassive masks. Except Jackâhis eyes flickered briefly when they landed on Mira, but his expression quickly smoothed over.âOh, what a precious sight,â she said mockingly. âA
Luna Seraphina, Alpha Desmond, and Jack hurried down the long, dimly lit hallways. Their footsteps echoed sharply off the floors as they approached Eugeneâs study. Desmond and Seraphina led the way, their eyes flickering with determination, while Jack followed reluctantly behind.âJack,â Seraphinaâs voice cut through the silence, her tone laced with irritation, âyou really think itâs acceptable to waste time like this? Weâre on a tight schedule, and you didnât even check the study for the elixir after you were supposed to.âJack glanced at her, his eyes narrowing, but he kept his voice calm and polite. âI understand your frustration, Luna Seraphina, but Iâve been handling preparations for the Moon Festival. You know how important it is. Itâs a lot of work.âDesmond, walking beside Seraphina, grunted dismissively. âThe festival? You think that matters right now, Jack? Eugeneâs elixir is more important. You shouldâve checked the study first, not gotten distracted with petty celebrat
Becca hit the cold floor hard, her knees brushing against the rough surface, her hands trembling as she held her stomach. Pain shot through her, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. The grand doors of the Alphaâs mansion towered behind her, their golden handles glinting under the moonlight. But the beauty of the castle was a stark contrast to the cruelty of the man standing above her.Alpha Desmond.He looked down at her with disgust, his piercing blue eyes sharp and unforgiving. His dark hair fell over his face to make him look even more terrifying as his muscular body was towering over her. He was every bit the powerful ruler their pack reveredâstrong, merciless, and utterly ruthless.âGet out of my sight, Omega.â His voice was cold, void of any emotion. The words sliced through her like a blade.Becca clutched her breast, her breath coming in short gasps. âAlpha, pleaseâĶ IââDesmond let out a cruel laugh, the sound echoing in the courtyard where his warriors
Becca gritted her teeth as she half-dragged, half-carried the unconscious man inside her clinic. He was much heavier than she had expected, his body packed with thick muscle beneath the robes he wore. Her arms ached, but she didnât stopânot when his fevered skin burned against hers, not when she felt the unsteady rise and fall of his chest.Without hesitation, she put him onto her table.As she attempted to remove his clothes, a scent drifted toward herâfaint but unmistakable.Her entire body froze.NoâĶThat scent.It was familiar. Too familiar.Her stomach twisted violently, nausea rising in her throat.It smelled like him.Like Alpha Desmond.A scent she had spent months trying to forget. A scent that haunted her nightmares. A scent that had once made her heart race with longing, only to now make her sick with anger.She stumbled back, her breath shallow. Was it him? Had Desmond come here in disguise? Had heâ?No.She took a deep breath, forcing herself to think rationally. Th
The heavy iron door slammed shut behind them, sealing Becca and Mira inside the cold prison cell beneath Alpha Desmondâs mansion. The air was thick with the scent of old blood.Mira sat in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. âI canât believe this is happening,â she whispered, her voice barely audible. âIâve never been in a place like this before.âBecca exhaled sharply, pacing the cell. She had been here before. Thrown into this very cell. The memory clawed at her mindâDesmondâs cold eyes, his mocking smile as he had ordered her locked away simply for trying to heal one of the maids.She clenched her fists. âThis isnât the first time Desmond has done this to me. He thinks throwing me down here will break me, but it wonât.âMiraâs wide eyes met hers. âBut what if this time is different? What if he reallyâââStop.â Becca bent in front of her, gripping her shoulders gently. âWe will get out of this. I promise you.âMira swallowed hard and nodded, but fear still lin
The tension in the room thickened as gasps whispered through the gathered crowd.Alpha Eugene.The name rolled through her mind as the man moved toward her, his gaze never leaving her broken form on the floor. His sharp eyes softened the moment he reached her.Without a word, he extended his hand.Becca stared at it, still dazed, still unable to process what was happening.âCome,â Eugene murmured, his voice deep yet gentle.Becca hesitated, but something in his presence made her reach out. He grasped her hand firmly, his warmth stark against the coldness of the hall. He pulled her to her feet with effortless strength, steadying her as her legs threatened to give out beneath her.She feltâĶ safe.But the safety was immediately overshadowed by confusion.âWhat the hell is going on?â Becca demanded, pulling her hand away the moment she found her balance. She was still furious, burning from the humiliation and anger of being dragged here in the first place.Eugene exhaled. âI owe you
The words echoed through Beccaâs mind, slamming into her with a force that almost made it impossible for her to breathe."She is my mate." Those words repeated in her head as she tired to register it.No.No, that couldnât be right.Her breath came in short, shallow bursts. Her heart pounded so violently that it was painful. The entire hall had fallen into stunned silence, yet the sound of gasps and hushed whispers spread like wildfire.She felt their eyes on her, sinking into her skin.Desmond was the first to react.A sharp, disbelieving laugh cut through the tension, but there was no humor in it. His golden eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he stepped forward."You must be joking." His voice was like poison dripping from his tongue. "This has to be a mistake, Eugene. Tell me you didnât just claim her."Eugene didnât even flinch. He didnât turn his head, didnât spare Desmond a single glance. His piercing gaze remained locked onto Beccaâunwavering and unshaken.She felt trappe
Luna Seraphina, Alpha Desmond, and Jack hurried down the long, dimly lit hallways. Their footsteps echoed sharply off the floors as they approached Eugeneâs study. Desmond and Seraphina led the way, their eyes flickering with determination, while Jack followed reluctantly behind.âJack,â Seraphinaâs voice cut through the silence, her tone laced with irritation, âyou really think itâs acceptable to waste time like this? Weâre on a tight schedule, and you didnât even check the study for the elixir after you were supposed to.âJack glanced at her, his eyes narrowing, but he kept his voice calm and polite. âI understand your frustration, Luna Seraphina, but Iâve been handling preparations for the Moon Festival. You know how important it is. Itâs a lot of work.âDesmond, walking beside Seraphina, grunted dismissively. âThe festival? You think that matters right now, Jack? Eugeneâs elixir is more important. You shouldâve checked the study first, not gotten distracted with petty celebrat
Miraâs eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Becca and Eugene dancing together, their bodies intertwined like they were one.âThey look... perfect together,â Mira whispered, almost to herself.Max turned his head to look at her. The way her lips curled in a small, genuine smile made something warm and aching move inside his chest.For a moment, Maxâs fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to reach out, to tell her somethingâanythingâjust to hear her voice.He opened his mouth, about to speak, whenâA sharp, loud laugh shattered the moment.They all turned in unison, their heads snapping toward the grand staircase.At the top, like a queen descending to oversee her court, stood Luna Seraphina. Trailing behind her were Desmond and Jack, both in dark ceremonial attire, their faces fixed into perfect, impassive masks. Except Jackâhis eyes flickered briefly when they landed on Mira, but his expression quickly smoothed over.âOh, what a precious sight,â she said mockingly. âA
The grand ballroom had never felt so vast, so daunting.Becca tightened her hands nervously around the fabric of her dress as she and Mira stepped through the towering double doors.Beside her, Mira fidgeted, smoothing her skirt unnecessarily."I don't like this," Mira muttered under her breath. "This wholeâĶ rehearsal stuff."Becca nodded, equally uneasy. But they had been toldâno, summonedâto come for a "special preparation" for the upcoming Moon Festival. And no one said no to Alpha Eugene.Across the ballroom, standing near the orchestra setup, were two familiar figures:Alpha Eugene, handsome and commanding in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders; and Max, stoic as ever, standing slightly behind him.Mira's steps faltered when she saw Max, but she pressed her lips together and kept walking.Becca noticed the tension between them. They didn't speak, didn't look directly at each other â but the awareness between them was almost palpable.Becca swallowed hard and pu
The corridor was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional sound of the wooden beams overhead as the mansion settled into the cool embrace of evening. Jackâs heart thudded violently against his ribs, his palms clammy as he hovered in front of Alpha Eugeneâs door.He knew what he was about to do was wrong.Grievously wrong.But desperate situations demanded desperate actions.Steeling himself, Jack exhaled slowly through his nose and pushed the door open, slipping inside as silently as smoke.The Alphaâs room was a testament to restrained luxury. Dark mahogany furniture, a towering bookshelf against one wall, heavy curtains that dimmed the twilight into an amber glow, and a four-poster bed with silken sheets tucked meticulously. A faint scent of sandalwood and pine â Eugeneâs natural scent â hung heavily in the air, prickling Jackâs senses."Stay calm, stay focused," he whispered to himself.He moved carefully, almost on tiptoe, toward the ornate chest by the bedside.If his sus
Becca strolled slowly down the paths, her hands folded behind her back, watching as Mira and a few other maids bustled about, hanging colorful ribbons and glowing paper lanterns from the arching trees.The Moon Festival was approaching quickly, and excitement buzzed in the air like a living thing.Mira caught sight of her and waved. Her face was flushed from work, loose strands of her dark hair clinging to her cheeks."Becca!" Mira called out brightly. "Come see! Weâre almost finished with this side!"Becca smiled and made her way over. She stopped next to Mira, tilting her head back to admire the swaying lanterns."They look beautiful," Becca said sincerely.Mira wiped her hands on her apron and grinned. "Wait until you see them all lit up at night. Itâll be like walking through the stars themselves."Becca laughed softly, the image taking root easily in her mind.They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the others work."Are you excited?" Mira asked suddenly, glanc
The heavy silence inside Desmondâs study was broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace. Jack stood stiffly near the door, feeling like the walls themselves were closing in around him. Across the room, Luna Seraphina rose slowly from her chair, her slender figure stiff with disdain. Her sharp eyes locked onto Jack with a look of such deep disgust that it felt like a slap to his face."Is it truly so difficult, Jack," Seraphina hissed, her voice cold as ice, "to follow a simple order?"Jack lowered his gaze, biting down the instinct to respond too harshly. He knew better. Here, every word could be twisted into a weapon."If I could, I would do it myself," she said, beginning to pace slowly across the room. "But unfortunately," her mouth twisted into a sneer, "Mira, Eugene, and their little pet Becca trust me far too much. It would be suspicious."She stopped right in front of him, so close he could smell her sharp, floral perfume, and lifted her hand as if to touch his face
The crisp air of the early morning filled Jack's lungs as he walked through the vast garden. The vibrant colors of the flowers, a mixture of pinks, reds, and purples, painted the scene like a tapestry, yet his mind was far from the beauty around him. His thoughts kept drifting to Miraâthe way she had looked at him when she was angry, that fire in her eyes, the sharpness of her words.He hated seeing her like that.As he got closer to the gardenâs edge, he noticed the sound of laughter, the soft chatter of the maids as they hung bright ribbons and paper lanterns for the upcoming Moon Festival. As Jack approached the small gathering of servants, his eyes immediately landed on Mira.She was on a tall ladder, reaching up to attach a decorative lantern to the wooden trellis above. Jack stood there for a moment, mesmerized. Her long hair fell down her back, the morning sunlight catching the strands and making them glow.There was something about her presence that made the world feel st
Desmondâs lips curled into a wicked smile as he made his way down the hall to meet with Luna Seraphina. He was getting closer now to everything he had ever wanted. And the best part? He would do it all with Luna Seraphina by his side. Her ambitions matched his own, and together, they would rule the pack. All they needed was the right push.Desmond finally reached the door to her dressing room. He could hear her voice, sharp and demanding, echoing through the door. With a quick, determined breath, Desmond knocked on the door before stepping inside.The scene before him made him pause for a moment.Luna Seraphina stood at the center of the room, her back to him. A seamstress was on her knees, pinning the hem of a flowing gown, but Seraphina was visibly displeased. Her sharp voice filled the room as she shouted at the young women around her.âNo, no, no!â Luna Seraphina snapped, her eyes dark with frustration. âThis dress is a disaster! Canât you see it? The color is wrong, the cut
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the tall windows of the mansion, filling the corridor in hues of amber and subtle gold. The atmosphere seemed to be alive in the rays of light, as if the world itself joyous with this beautiful day. Yet within Max, there was no such happiness His boots echoed against the floor, a slow, heavy rhythm of a man burdened by the thoughts circling his head.He paced with clenched fists and tense shoulders, each stride steeped in regret. His jaw was set tight, the memory of Miraâs eyesâso wounded, so distantâcutting deeper than any blade. He had seen many expressions on her face, but never one that made him feel thisâĶ ashamed."Idiot," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "What the hell were you thinking?"He had gone too far. Again.Determined to make sense of his spiraling emotions, Max turned toward the one man he trusted to give him clarityâAlpha Eugene.The door to Alpha Eugeneâs study stood slightly ajar. The fain