LOGIN(Draven POV)
“Gia! You have to get out of this room,” I said to her, and she blinked her eyes a few times before shaking her head no.
“You have no idea what the power of this curse is,” I tried to convince her, but she was really adamant about staying.
“Agatha!!! Agatha, please leave Alpha’s room as soon as possible.” Someone started banging at the door, and she looked at the door but didn’t budge.
“Gia! You really mean a lot to me, but the monster inside me didn’t care about anything, so please…” I almost begged her, and I can see fear in her green eyes. Her body was slightly shaking, and I knew she was on the verge of a panic attack, but she wanted to stay despite her fear.
“Agatha, please try to unders… Please leave,” I almost begged her to leave, but she wasn’t ready. Slowly, the moon turned red, and I looked at her with my red eyes.
My claws and canines elongated, and I stepped towards her. She gasped in fear and tried to run away, which was the biggest mistake. A different type of energy surged in my body, and before I could think… everything happened in just a few seconds.
“Agatha!!!” I heard her mother’s scream and looked at my hands. Her lifeless body was in my hands, and her blood was present in my hands, and on my body if I took a bath in her blood. The floor was also covered in her blood.
“No, no, no!!! You killed your own wife. The only person who loved a monster like you… No!!! My sweet daughter,” Her mother fell on the floor in front of me, and I looked at my black fingers, which were covered with red liquid. And me, my emotions turned numb like someone made my heart freeze. I was looking at her lifeless body like it was someone else’s mate, not mine.
“Agatha! She is gone… My Gia is gone,” I called her name, and her mother stood up before rushing towards me. She slapped me hard a few times, and I looked at her face with red eyes.
“Christine! He will kill you,” His husband pulled her toward him.
“I don’t care… I don’t care about anything else, George. My sweet baby is gone and now… Now, I have no reason to live… I want to die with her… want to die,” she fell on the floor and started wailing and sobbing. My nanny and special guard entered in the secret room.
“Master!” Gerald looked at the scene in front of him and covered his mouth in shock. Aunt Brigid stood there with sad eyes and unexplainable expressions.
“Gerald! Clean this up and arrange the funeral of the madam,” Aunt Brigid ordered him, and help me stand up before taking me to a bathroom.
“Take a bath and clean all the blood, Alpha! I will prepare your medicines,” I locked the door, took a bath like a robot, and put on clean clothes. I came out to find my medicines on the table and looked at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Midnight black hair, red eyes, with half of my face and body covered in black panther-like stripes. My hands were almost covered with black if someone had painted them black. A cruel smile crept on my lips, which showed my unusual canines that can tear apart any human or animal in mere seconds without mercy.
“They were right! Who can love a monster like me?” I mumbled under my breath and came back towards the sofa. I picked up the soup bowl and my medicines and quickly finished everything in just a few minutes. I gazed out at the dark sky and sighed with sadness. Everything happened in less than an hour but I could feel the impact it would put on my life.
I have to deal with the consequences of my actions and will continue my life like normal after this funeral. I tried to forget everything, but the earlier scene started playing in front of my eyes in a loop, and I got up in frustration. I picked up the bottle of sleeping pills, took a few, and gulped them with water before closing my eyes to catch a few hours of sleep. I can sense the storm of the future already, so I should prepare myself to face it.
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**“How can you be this heartless, Alpha?” Gia’s mother came to the dining hall when I was finishing my breakfast.“You will receive the compensation for all this. No need to create a huge scene for this matter,” I answered in a cold tone.
“Huh? A huge scene? Are you even hearing your words? No one in this world can be more cruel than you. You are a heartless monster who killed my innocent daughter without any remorse.” She started crying, and I quickly got up from my seat and headed towards the door where Gerald and the driver were present. I had my mask on, so they couldn’t see my real face at all. My hands were also covered with gloves.
“I want to visit the factory before the funeral,” I ordered the driver, and he nodded before heading towards the factory.
After visiting the factory, I finished one meeting and then headed to the funeral house. All the close family members were gathered there, and as expected, everyone was accusing me in hushed whispers, and honestly, I don’t give a f*ck about them or their opinions. She already knew about everything, so it wasn’t my mistake at all.
After the funeral, I gave the cheque to her family and headed towards my secret villa to spend some alone time to calm my nerves.
The change did not arrive like thunder.It arrived quietly.Almost politely.Draven had gone into the city for a routine inspection of one of the older properties—warehouses that once belonged to his father’s era. It was supposed to be a brief visit. In and out. No complications.But fate rarely asked for permission.He saw her near the entrance of a small café across the street.Victoria.For a second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Years had passed. Faces changed. Time carved its marks.But her eyes—They were the same.Wide. Expressive. Carrying that old softness he remembered from a time before blood and crowns.“Draven?” she breathed.His name sounded different on her lips.Younger.Uncomplicated.He hadn’t heard it spoken like that in a very long time.They sat down inside the café. It wasn’t intentional. It just… happened. Words stumbled out of her in fragments.Her parents had passed away.Her fiancé had left her.The small business she tried to build collapsed
Morning did not arrive gently in the King estate. It arrived crying. Violetta’s eyes fluttered open before the sun had fully risen. For a brief, fragile second, she forgot where she was. Then she heard it. Kael. Loud. Demanding. Furious at the injustice of being hungry. Elara joined a moment later—softer, but no less determined. Violetta pushed herself up, hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The silk night robe she wore was already wrinkled from the three times she had woken during the night. Motherhood did not care about crowns. It did not pause for power. It simply required. She lifted Kael first. He was red-faced, fists clenched, protesting the world as if it personally offended him. “I know, I know,” she murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his tiny forehead. “You think I forgot you.” Elara’s cry sharpened, indignant at being second. Aunt Mara entered quietly with warm milk already prepared. “Give me the princess,” Mara said gently. Violetta passed Elara over wi
One month later, the estate did not look like a fortress. It looked like a kingdom. Silver lanterns lined the marble pathways. White roses cascaded down carved pillars. The full moon hung high and round above the mountain skyline, bathing everything in soft, sacred light. Inside her chamber, Violetta stood before the mirror. White silk flowed from her shoulders to the floor, hugging her waist before cascading into delicate layers. The gown shimmered faintly when she moved—stitched with silver thread that caught the moonlight like scattered stars. A slender silver tiara rested on her head. Simple. Temporary. Her reflection stared back at her—not the abandoned girl from years ago. Not the insecure fiancée who questioned her worth. But a woman who had survived humiliation, betrayal, war, birth, blood, and fire. Her hand brushed lightly over her collarbone. A knock came at the door. “It’s time,” Adriana whispered gently before stepping aside. Violetta inhaled slowly. When sh
The celebration was still glowing when Liam arrived. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… present. He walked in with a carefully wrapped silver box in his hands, dressed impeccably, expression composed—but his eyes betrayed him. Claudia clung to his arm, smiling too brightly, too stiffly. But he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Violetta. At the woman standing beside Draven, her newborn daughter in her arms, her son resting against Draven’s chest. Her glow wasn’t makeup. It wasn’t power. It was fulfillment. And that realization hit Liam harder than any public defeat. For a moment, he saw it— A different version of tonight. Him standing beside her. Her children carrying his bloodline. Her smile belonging to him. But he had been the one to push her away. He had looked at medical reports and chosen ego over patience. He had believed Claudia’s whispers. He had decided Violetta was “broken.” Infertile. A disappointment. And now— She w
The silence before the first cry nearly broke him. Draven stood at her side in the operating room, gloved hands trembling despite every effort to appear steady. Machines beeped. Doctors moved with precision. Bright white light reflected off stainless steel. And then— A cry. Sharp. Strong. Alive. His breath left him in a shudder. Another cry followed seconds later. Smaller. Fiercer. Twins. The doctor smiled behind her mask. “Congratulations, Mr. King. You have a son… and a daughter.” For a moment, Draven couldn’t move. He just stared. Two tiny bodies. Fragile. Perfect. Furious at the world for bringing them into it. He had faced enemies without flinching. But this— This undid him. He stepped closer when they placed the first baby into his arms. His son. Small fingers curled instinctively around his gloved thumb. Draven’s throat closed. “Easy,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve got you.” They placed his daughter in his other arm. She was quieter—but her eyes opened imme
The boardroom was filled with numbers.Charts flickered across the screen. Investors leaned forward, listening carefully as Violetta outlined the restructuring strategy with calm precision. She stood at the head of the table, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the polished wood, the other moving gracefully as she spoke.Draven watched her more than the presentation.Not because he doubted her.Because he admired her.She looked powerful.Unshakeable.And then—She faltered.Just slightly.Her sentence cut off mid-word.Her fingers tightened against the table.Draven noticed before anyone else did.Her breathing changed.Her free hand moved instinctively to her abdomen.“Violet?” he said quietly.She tried to smile.“I’m fine,” she whispered.But she wasn’t.A sharp wave of pain hit her, forcing a soft gasp from her lips. The color drained from her face in seconds.The room froze.Draven was at her side instantly, chair scraping loudly against the floor.“What is it?” His voice wa







