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374. BAD NEWS
KATHERINE"…She’s innocent! You have to believe me, I need to see the Duke, I beg you! The ducal carriage! Your Eminence, please, listen to me!""Stop, you crazy woman! Don’t you dare approach Her Ladyship!"The commotion reached my ears—the desperate cries and shouts of a woman.I opened the door and leaned out.There she was, just a few meters away—a young woman, restrained by two guards, pinned to the dusty ground with her hands bound."Stop this!" I shouted, grabbing my dress and nearly leaping down the carriage steps.I stormed forward, furious. No matter the circumstances, no woman should be treated like this."Your Ladyship, she is the daughter of the traitorous butler!" one of the guards holding her informed me."My father is innocent, Your Grace, I beg you! Just a few minutes of your time could save an innocent man!" she struggled, breaking free from the guards’ grip.On her knees, she clung to the hem of my dress. The desperation in her eyes tore at my heart."Only the Duke
375. PREPARING A CRIME
NARRATOR"Francis!" the housekeeper exclaimed, cutting off her conversation with the gardener mid-sentence.The young man dismounted in a single leap, his face drawn and his hair disheveled from the wind."Come with me," he said, almost in a whisper, gripping her arm and dragging her inside the castle.Once inside her first-floor chamber, she slammed the door shut and locked it."Speak, Francis. What happened?"Her son began pacing in circles, running his hand through his hair over and over, his nerves on edge."The Duke knows he’s being robbed at the southern borders. He discovered the smuggling of goods and… and… I think he also knows about the plagues. I don’t know how much detail he has, but he found something.""How did he find out? Be more specific!" she snapped, grabbing his shoulders to stop his frantic pacing."I don’t know for sure, damn it!" Francis shoved her hands away. "It all happened so fast.""Keep your voice down!" she hissed, stepping closer. "Francis, focus. Detail
376. WE HAVE THE BARGAINING CHIP
NARRATORFrom the moment Freya stepped into the housekeeper’s room, she felt a pang of regret—but it was too late now."Sit down, please, sit here," Mrs. Prescott invited her politely, gesturing toward the armchair by the fireplace—conveniently with its back to the bathroom."Tell me, how can I help you?" she asked, standing in front of the old woman, pressing her hands together to hide their trembling."Well, you submitted the account ledger, and the Duchess instructed me to review it…""You? But you’re a nanny—what would you know about accounting? I mean…" The housekeeper caught herself, realizing her rudeness.Now that she saw the massive book in the old woman’s hands, she remembered another important detail—one that also incriminated her."Yes, I’m a nanny, but I was also the administrator of a household for decades. Not as grand as this castle, but there are some very obvious basics," Freya’s tone hardened.This was precisely why she should have waited for Katherine—but she was i
377. CLEANING UP THE SCUM
NARRATORIN DUKE THESIO’S CAMP…"Have you gotten anything out of that spy?" Thesio asked the messenger who returned on horseback.He was stationed in an improvised camp, a bit far from the main camp controlled by his general."No, sir, not even under torture has he said anything useful," the man reported. Thesio frowned, sitting on the fallen trunk of a tree.He would have liked to intimidate that man himself, but it wasn’t in his best interest to be in such a compromising place.He knew Elliot; that man would latch onto anything to incriminate him, and now, with that secure box in his possession, Thesio feared the worst.In an extreme case, he could find himself a scapegoat, claim that Arthur was the mastermind, that he had acted behind his back. That’s why it wasn’t wise to show his face."Go back and tell Arthur to eliminate him, dismantle all the evidence, and pack up the camp without leaving anything behind," he decided instantly.Enough of this game of cat and mouse. It was clea
378. ON THE EDGE
NARRATOR"Aggrr, le…t me… go… you bas…tard!" Arthur struggled like a cornered tiger.His torso twisted, desperately trying to shake off the vermin that had leaped onto his back.Álvaro’s hands trembled more and more as he tightened the rope between his wrists.His veins bulged, protruding beneath his skin, while his wounds seeped streaks of blood.He clenched his teeth, his vision going dark, on the verge of losing consciousness, but his thirst for revenge kept his fury burning.But it wasn’t enough.He loosened his grip for just a second—just one—and his entire body twisted, crashing onto the hard ground.His head hit the earth, and he groaned in pain, his throat raw and scraped.In the distance, the roars of battle; nearby, the choked coughing of his enemy.Álvaro tried to get up, but this time, his body refused to obey. The rush of adrenaline was wearing off."You bastard! You’re about to find out what happens when you mess with me!" The furious scream was followed by a crushing we
379. THE DUKE'S LYCAN
NARRATORHe lifted his head and roared to the skies, a guttural sound ripped from the depths of his throat, sending flocks of birds scattering in terror at the absolute predator about to emerge.Alexia saw it all. A murky yellow liquid trickled down her legs. The stench of fear, of death, thickened the air.Even so, she saw one last chance to escape. While Elliot wrestled with these strange new sensations—no longer suppressing them, but letting them flow like a dam fully unleashed—she stumbled to her feet, urine still streaming down her thighs, and began to run in a frantic, staggering sprint, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the beast.Elliot collapsed onto all fours, hands and knees pressing into the ground. His nails, now black, even those on his feet, lengthened, shredding through his boots like sharpened blades.His jaw stretched, reshaping, ready to expand into a ferocious muzzle. His skin burned as if flayed alive, every hair follicle dilating, preparing
380. AGAINST THE CLOCK
NARRATORAldo never thought he’d live to witness something so extraordinary.The massive wall of ice and rock, which had blocked his and Tomás’s escape, was no obstacle for a Lycan.He looked up, watching as Elliot climbed with sheer brute strength.His clawed feet dug deep into the ice, carving out grips as he propelled himself upward.Strapped to his back, secured in a makeshift sack fashioned from the bloodied, tattered clothes of the corpses left behind in the previous battle, was the unconscious girl—the housekeeper’s precious daughter.She hadn’t been able to withstand the agonizing “adjustments” the laborer had inflicted on her to ensure she wouldn’t betray them.Aldo watched as Elliot reached the top, then leaped into the void, clearing a deadly stretch in a single bound, disappearing from sight.So much power.He could only hope the Duke would save his mate—because if that powerful creature lost his companion in a violent way, he would unleash chaos upon this realm.*****KAT
01. MY LIFE IN A LIE
VALERIA"Are... are you sure, Esther?" I ask with a broken voice.My heart races, filled with happiness."Very sure, Luna. You're pregnant.""Why haven't I been able to smell it, or his father?" I ask, worried."It's very recent, perhaps that's why. Give it a few more days and you should be able to sense the pheromones."She replies, and I nod, my eyes blurred with tears.I am the Luna of the "Autumn Forest" pack.Three years ago, I married the man I love madly, despite not being destined mates, my Alpha Dorian.I've given everything to be the perfect Luna, the pillar he can lean on. However, a shadow looms over my marriage—the topic of an heir.I've never been able to get pregnant, and I admit I don't share the bed with Dorian as often. But I know his duties as Alpha keep him extremely busy and stressed."Please, don't tell anyone in the pack. I want to surprise my husband.""Don't worry, Luna, I won't say anything. Congratulations!" She smiles at me, and I return the smile, overflow
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