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The sun had come out in its full glory by the time Alpha Eugene and Max finished seeing off Councillor Hadrian. Hadrian’s carriage wheels had barely rounded the bend of the dirt road when the last echo of hooves faded into silence, leaving behind only the rustle of leaves and the low murmur of the estate guards resettling themselves at their posts. Eugene watched the carriage disappear, a thoughtful smile tugging at his lips. He inhaled deeply, savoring the weight of the moment. It was a small victory, but one worth holding onto. Beside him, Max exhaled slowly, his broad shoulders relaxing as though he, too, had been holding in a long breath of tension. His eyes lingered on Eugene before he shook his head with a small laugh. “Well, Eugene, I’ll admit I half-expected Hadrian to leave here with a sneer, maybe even another sly word about Desmond, but you managed to turn his tongue sweet. That’s not a small feat.” Eugene: chuckles “He’s a man who values presence and appearances as

The world had a cruel way of reminding Kaelyn just how small she was. The courtyard was empty now, silent except for the fading echo of Alpha Eugene’s footsteps as he disappeared into the mansion. His words still burned through her mind, searing deeper every time she repeated them. "I care for you… but the way I feel for you is the same as I would feel for a little sister." Little sister. The words replayed in her chest like a cruel melody, and with each repetition her heart twisted tighter. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked furiously against them. She didn’t want to cry here, not in this courtyard, not where anyone could stumble upon her weakness. But weakness was all she felt. She wrapped her arms around herself as though trying to hold the pieces of her heart together. The cold air swept over her, chilling her skin, but the ache inside her chest burned hotter than any fire. She hated Becca in this moment. Hated her and hated herself for feeling this way. Jealousy

“There,” Becca said at last, after checking to make sure the knot was tight. “That should hold. No heavy lifting for the rest of the day, do you understand?” The servant nodded quickly, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment. “Y–yes, Luna. I mean—Becca. Thank you.” Becca smiled gently, ignoring the slip of title. She never demanded the wolves call her Luna, though many did it out of habit or out of respect for her bond with Alpha Eugene. “It’s alright, just be more careful next time, and remember—if the wound feels hot, or if the bandage soaks through, you come straight back to me. No waiting, no pretending it’s nothing. Understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” His eyes shone with gratitude, and he bowed slightly to her and Eugene before hurrying out of the infirmary. Becca exhaled, rolling her shoulders. Another life patched up, another little moment where she could ease someone’s pain. For all the chaos swirling around her lately, the infirmary always gave her a sense of purpose, a gro

The chandeliers above the grand dining hall glittered like starlight, spilling gold across the long mahogany table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine still lingered, clashing with the sour taste of tension that thickened the air. Eugene’s golden eyes narrowed, his jaw hardening with restrained fury as his gaze locked onto the unwelcome trio seated smugly on his dining table. “Desmond, Seraphina, and most especially Ava.” Eugene’s voice was low and commanding, almost a growl. “You are not welcome here. You have your own wing of the mansion, complete with its own dining hall. Take your plates, your arrogance, and leave mine.” The dining hall fell into silence, except for the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Everyone’s eyes darted from Eugene to Desmond and back again, waiting for the explosion. Desmond leaned back in his chair with an infuriatingly lazy grin, swirling the wine in his glass as though he hadn’t a care in the world. The candlelight caught the sharp a

The dining hall was unusually quiet for a full moon evening. Silver candlesticks flickered across the long mahogany table, throwing restless shadows onto the high arched ceiling. The clink of cutlery against porcelain was the only sound daring to disturb the silence. A strained heaviness hung in the air, thick enough that even the servants kept their heads bowed, their footsteps muted as they moved in and out. At the table sat the uneasy gathering of Becca, Mira, Alpha Eugene, Max, Jack, Ava, Alpha Desmond, and Luna Seraphina. Each person ate as though their appetite had been stolen, save for Desmond who ate with smug leisure, and Seraphina who chewed with slow, deliberate grace, her sharp gaze flicking toward Becca every few seconds. Becca kept her eyes on her plate, though she could feel the burn of Seraphina’s stare like acid across her skin. Mira shifted uncomfortably beside her, her fingers tightening around her wine goblet. Eugene, seated at Becca’s right, sat stiff-bac