LOGINLouis.I sat back in the quiet grandeur of my study, the heavy wooden desk serving as a stark barrier between me and the men seated directly in front of me: the triplets and Leonard.The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken hostility. Amongst the triplets, Cypril kept staring at me with dagger eyes, his gaze sharp enough to draw blood. I could feel the heat of his glare burning into me, but I simply couldn't seem to care. His anger was a useless, empty display that no longer had any power over me.Leonard cleared his throat, the sound sharp and jarring as he attempted to break the tense atmosphere settling over the study.“We have an urgent project at hand…” he paused deliberately, his eyes flickering nervously as he glanced at each and every one of us gathered around the table. “...and it might require submitting the seal token of each pack,” he added, his voice dropping slightly as the weight of the statement hit the room.I raised my brows up in confusion, my co
MELISSA.My lips curled into a sly, slow smile, a quiet warmth of satisfaction blooming in my chest as I settled back to enjoy the spectacle unfolding right before my eyes.I could barely contain the electric hum of anticipation coursing through my veins. I really couldn't wait. I wanted—no, I ‘needed’ —to see Frederick raise that whip and bring it down on Amelia.The hypocrisy of it all was almost poetic.Hadn't they paraded me in front of everyone back then? Hadn't they invoked the solemnity of family law, eager to inflict maximum humiliation and pain on me simply because the triplets happened to be my mates? I had been condemned, bruised, and broken under the guise of justice, forced to bleed for circumstances beyond my control.Well, how the tables had turned. It was finally time for Amelia to taste that exact same bitter poison. It was her turn to suffer.With deliberate composure, I quietly sat down on the cushioned seat. I folded my hands across my lap, carefully adopting an
Fredrick.“Fredrick... you—”Amelia's voice came out slow and shaky as she stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.She remained rooted to the spot, one hand still pressed against the cheek I had just struck.The shock written across her face was impossible to miss, as she hadn't expected it from me…not in a million years.For as long as we had known each other, I had always stood on her side and I had always protected her. No matter what trouble she caused, I had found one excuse after another to defend her.Yet today...I had been the one to raise my hand against her.Even I hated what I had done, as a part of me wanted to explain myself—to tell her that this wasn't what I wanted.That I wasn't doing this because I hated her, but I couldn't, especially not here.We weren't within our own territory, this wasn't our pack, and this was the Lycan Prince's domain.One wrong move could easily make the situation spiral beyond repair.If sacrificing my own image before Amelia was the only
Ann."What's going on here?"Fredrick's voice echoed across the garden, instantly cutting through the tense silence that had settled between Amelia and me.The moment she heard him, Amelia reacted almost immediately.She sprang to her feet without the slightest hesitation and hurried straight toward him.Before he could even ask another question, she threw herself into his arms.Tears streamed down her cheeks as though someone had turned on a faucet. Soft sobs escaped her lips, as she buried her face against him, trembling pitifully.I couldn't help staring at her.That was...incredibly fast. One second she had been glaring at me, and the next, she had transformed into a helpless victim.Now I finally understood why so many people found her believable. It wasn't merely the words she spoke, it was those tears.Those perfectly timed crocodile tears that seemed capable of appearing whenever they benefited her.They flowed so naturally that anyone unfamiliar with her tricks would undoubte
Ann.I had already made up my mind.That girl, Amelia, needed to be taught a lesson.She had caused Melissa far too much trouble, and I wasn't about to stand by and pretend not to notice.Melissa was simply too kind, and too soft-hearted. She always chose patience when she should have chosen retaliation.As her sister-in-law, I couldn't just watch someone continue to take advantage of her gentle nature.If Melissa wouldn't deal with Amelia...then I would.Without another thought, I lifted my hand and subtly motioned toward two nearby servants.They immediately understood the signal and hurried over before lowering their heads respectfully."My lady.""I need you to bring Amelia to me," I instructed calmly, as my tone was pleasant, almost gentle. "Tell her I'd like her to join me in the garden for a little chat."The two servants exchanged a brief glance before bowing once again."Yes, my lady."Just as they were about to leave, I stopped them."Oh, and one more thing."They immediatel
Melissa.Without the slightest hesitation, I followed Louis out of Cypril's room.The heavy door clicked shut behind us, cutting off whatever emotions still lingered inside that room.For a few moments, neither of us spoke.The hallway stretched quietly before us, and only the sound of our footsteps echoed against the walls.I walked beside him in silence, my thoughts still tangled in everything I had just heard.The conversation with Cypril refused to leave my mind. They continued to swirl endlessly inside my head.Unable to hold it in any longer, I suddenly stopped walking.Louis noticed almost immediately, as he slowed his steps before turning to face me. A puzzled look crossed his face as his eyes settled on mine.I looked back at him, my emotions a mixture of anger, confusion, and curiosity.There was one question that had been bothering me ever since he interrupted the conversation.One question I desperately needed answered.“Why didn't you tell me about it?” I asked quietly.A







