When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Alpha Jacob – POV “Why do some rogues enter dungeons and do things like that?” I muttered to Lucas, my voice tense. I couldn’t shake the growing unease in my chest. “I need to see what happened down there,” I said, forcing myself toward the dungeon, my steps heavy with dread. The scene that awaited me was worse than I imagined. The body was barely recognizable—Roger had suffered injuries so brutal, I had to rely on his scent to confirm it was him. But as soon as the scent hit me, the truth followed. Poison. The smell clung to the air, thick and unmistakable. I found his wife nearby, and as I checked her body, I froze. Poison again. They had both been murdered. But something felt off. As I stepped closer to what should have been Emily’s body, I felt a prickle of doubt. The scent—it wasn’