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Norman's POV The city lights blurred outside the window, their vibrant glow a stark contrast to the chilling update I was receiving from my private investigator. Kane’s accident. It hadn't been an accident at all.“The plate number, sir,” the private investigator said, his voice low and professional, “came back registered to a certain Peter Jones.” He slid a file across the desk, the crisp paper a jarring sound in the quiet room. Inside, a photograph. A man, mid-twenties, sharp features, a smirk playing on his lips. The smirk felt familiar, yet I couldn't quite place it.“I don’t recognize him,” I admitted, my brow furrowed in concentration. I scanned the photograph again, my eyes lingering on the man's confident posture and knowing smirk. I had a strange feeling that I knew him from somewhere.“I traced him to a bar across town,” the investigator continued, “The Green Dragon. He was there the night of the accident.”The Green Dragon. The name sparked a memory, a flicker of recogniti

Riley's POV The silence in the mansion was heavy, a suffocating blanket woven from Norman’s icy anger and my own gnawing guilt. Days had passed since his eruption, since the confession of my confusing attraction to Kirk. I had tried, repeatedly, to seek his forgiveness, to explain the turmoil within me, the involuntary nature of my wolf’s response to Kirk’s presence. But he refused to listen, refused to acknowledge me, refused to see anything beyond his own wounded pride and sense of betrayal. He shut me out completely, his cold silence a more potent punishment than any physical one.His anger, I realized, wasn't just about the wolf. It was about Kirk. About the fact that my wolf, against my will, had responded so strongly to another man, a man he considered to be lesser than him. The very idea seemed to enrage him more than the fact that I'd hidden the existence of my wolf. It was an assault on his ego, a disregard of his authority and control.The thought stung. It was true that I

Norman's POV The mahogany desk felt cool beneath my fingertips, a familiar comfort in the chaos brewing within me. Natural daylight streamed through the glass of my office window, a stark contrast to the storm gathering inside. Damon stood before me seething with fury that would have sent a chill across any other person, but not me. I knew him to be a dangerous man, even when calm, and now, unleashed, maybe he was a force to reckon with.“You think you’re so clever, Norman,” he spat, his voice sounding venomous. “So cunning. Manipulating Riley, making Walker induce her to awaken her wolf, ensuring it only recognizes you as her mate.”My brow furrowed. Damon’s accusations were absurd, and felt almost comical. But the rage in his eyes was genuine, undeniable. He wasn’t throwing a joke; he was genuinely enraged. This was… unexpected.“Damon,” I began, my voice calm, controlled, a stark contrast to his outburst. “What are you talking about?” I tried to keep my tone even, to maintain the

Riley's POV The car ride was a blur. My mind was still reeling from the encounter with Kirk, from the unexpected intrusion of Karl, from the suffocating weight of unspoken emotions and dangerous desires. I tried to question Karl about our destination, but he simply chuckled, his hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, and told me to relax and enjoy the ride. He knew me too well. He knew I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, to process before speaking, and he wouldn’t push me. His silence, however, felt reassuring, a sharp contrast to the storm raging within me.We pulled up to a building that initially surprised me. It wasn’t the tranquil garden I’d envisioned, nor the quiet corner of the mansion. It was a modern, sleek building, all glass and steel, with the word "Gallery" discreetly etched above the entrance. An art gallery."Karl," I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are we at an art gallery?" I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Was he leading me here as a dist

Riley's POV I didn't expect Kirk to show up to my study, at least not this early. Despite how much I tried to maintain a nonchalant attitude, it seems my wolf was all eager to meet him. I didn't know the kind of game he was trying to play by being suddenly nice. But, if there's one thing I know, I know I wouldn't give him the chance to just get into my head. I seized the moment of his hesitation. I turned my attention away from him, back to the canvas, hoping the physical gesture of dismissal would make him leave. I just needed him to go. I needed to be alone. I needed to breathe.But then, I felt it. A sudden warmth against my back, the familiar scent of pine and something uniquely him, surrounded me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest. I froze, my breath catching in my throat.No. He wouldn’t dare.My wolf, however, let out a delighted sigh. Oh, the traitorous thing. For a moment, just a blissful moment, I relaxed in his embrace. It was an invol

Kirk's POV The sun was barely up, a pale light filtering through the trees, when I pulled my beat-up truck into the long, winding driveway of Norman’s mansion. A few domestic staff were already moving about, hushed and efficient. A stern-faced butler, perfectly uniformed, spotted me immediately. He probably knew who I was, Norman’s wild card brother, the one who caused trouble. He gave me a stiff nod, no warmth in his gaze, just a cold, practiced deference."Prince Kirk," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Prince Norman is currently at the office.""Figures," I muttered, a small, wry smile playing on my lips. "I’m here to see Riley. For her final healing dose. Where is she?"The butler hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before giving a precise instruction. "She is in her personal study, Prince. The third door on the left, down the west corridor." He sounded like he was reciting a well-rehearsed line.Her study? That was a surprise.

Gwen's POV“Rickard Gilbert. You have been found guilty of all of the charges against you. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labor” The judge gave his final verdict.I sighed with relief as I realized that all of my problems were gradually coming to an end.A month has passed since the incident. During the struggle between Andrew and Rickard at the warehouse, a trigger was pulled and a bullet went through Rickard's left leg.The case didn't hold immediately because Rickard needed to recover before he could face the court.Jake and Dr. James both testified against Rickard, and Fred presented the court with evidence indicating Rickard pulled the trigger on Brody.Elena's statement also helped with the case but unfortunately, she slipped into a coma.She was closely monitored by the police. As soon as she regains her consciousness, she will also pay for her crimes.Hopefully, she receives a lighter sentence because she was the only reason my sons were healthy and wi

Gwen's POVNanny Rose's memorial service was held in her hometown, and Granny and I attended to pay our final respects.We boarded the next flight to Oklahoma and returned home later that evening. The house felt incredibly empty without the children and Nanny Rose.It seemed like I was in a completely different place. I walked to the sofa and shut my eyes tightly.It has been quite an awful month for me and I don't think I will recover any time soon.As soon as I picked up my phone, I received a call from Andrew asking me to come to the hospital. My heart skipped a beat because I knew the hospital spelled bad news.Granny insisted on tagging along but I didn't let her. She has also been through a lot, which has had a negative impact on her health.I tried reaching Ricky to drive me there but he wasn't picking so I decided on taking a cab there.******“What's wrong Andrew?” I asked as soon as I saw him in the waiting room.There were numerous police officers patrolling around the area

Rickard's POVI stormed into the room where I had kept the children captive. Their instant sobs and screams became a nuisance to my ears.“Would you both shut up for fuck sake?” I yelled, throwing a wooden chair across the room, and the kids shook with fear.I made the room comfortable for them, I mean, I still remain their favorite uncle right?"I want to go to my mummy," Ethan stated, rubbing his cheeks with both hands.“Shut up you little brat, mummy is not coming” I yelled, slamming my hand against the wall vigorously.Elena rushed into the room as Ethan's sobbing became louder."Oh, poor child, do not cry," she said, stepping closer to Ethan. She sat on the room's bed and cradled Ethan in her arms.“You really don't have to scare them like this Rickard. They are our key to a good life” Elena said, staring at me intently.I scoffed audibly.“Since when did you start to care about the children and their well being?” I asked sarcastically."I am not a monster, Ricky, I have always h

Gwen's POV I watched how Andrew's face turned pale. I had no doubt that Rickard was on the other end of the phone. Andrew lowered the phone from his ear and stared at me without saying anything. “What happened?” “He threatened to harm the children, but I won't let him Gwen, I promise” Andrew said, taking my hands into his. "I know you won't," I replied, smiling lightly at him. He was the only person I fully trusted to bring my kids back. He was their father, he had the money and influence and I knew he was willing to give Rickard all his properties. He loved the boys that much. “Let me drive you home Gwen” Andrew offered. “I came with Ricky, it's only right I go back with him” I declined politely. “Alright Gwen, I will meet you at the house” Andrew said, softly planting a kiss on my cheeks. I got into the car with Ricky and he drove me home. On the way to the house, I could not stop thinking about how Rickard learned about our plan to ambush him. It only meant one thing, so

Andrew's POVI impatiently stared at the footage that captured how Rickard bulged into the house and came out with my children.“How could you be careless? You were assigned to look after my children," I yelled angrily, slamming my hands against the table.My phone began buzzing just as the chief of police was about to speak. It was an unknown number. I had an immediate suspicion that it was Rickard calling.I picked my phone and placed the call on loud speaker. The chief of police quickly asked his assistant to connect my mobile phone to the cellular location system in order to track down Rickard's exact location.“Hello big bro” Rickard said over the phone.“You scoundrel, where are you? Where are my children” I yelled vehemently over the phone.“Oh big bro, why are you being aggressive? The kids are having a little fun time with their favorite uncle” Rickard said sarcastically over the phone.My anger surged, and I could feel my blood crackling. If I ever get my hands on Rickard, I

Gwen's POV“No! No! No!” I continuously kept on saying. With every word I said, I took a step back.I almost lost my balance if not because of Ricky who supported me from behind.Nanny Rose lay on the floor in her own pool of blood, and the room's window was wide open.Ethan and Evan were not in their beds, and I could feel my heart breaking into little pieces. I released myself from Ricky's grip and ran towards the window.“Ethan! Evan!” I yelled at the top of my voice.Granny rushed into the room and was taken aback as soon as she saw the scene. She quickly took out her phone and dialed the ambulance.Ricky dashed out of the room to inform the cops about the kidnapping.I was left in shock and I kept on calling out to my boys, magically hoping that they would appear in front of me.I sat on the floor and burst into tears. My children were my weakness and if anything should happen to them, I don't think I would ever move on.I wished I had put them to bed myself, then maybe all this