Georgia’s POVMinutes later, Leah stepped out from the towering door of the Lycan god chamber as she approached. My heart leapt into my throat, and I hurried toward her, grasping her arm gently.“How did it go? What did he say?” I asked breathlessly, scanning her face for any sign of good news.Leah exhaled slowly, her lips curving into a thoughtful smile. “I spoke to the Lycan god.”My eyes widened. “You did? You actually spoke to him?”“Well… not face-to-face,” she clarified, brushing a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear. “I only heard his voice. I couldn’t see him. It was like… like he was everywhere and nowhere all at once. His voice echoed deeper than thunder.”“And?” I pressed, my curiosity burning.“He complimented my scent,” she said softly, almost in disbelief. “And he wants me to resume the caregiver position starting tomorrow.”A burst of joy surged through me, and I grabbed her hands. “Leah, that’s amazing!”She beamed, clearly excited. But as her news settled into
Georgia’s POVThe moment I stepped in, the air thickened.I didn’t see him.I just stood there, Waiting.The stillness was unnerving, not a single breeze, not a sound, not even the shuffle of a mouse. But I was still Terrified he might know me and realized I wasn’t the real person but with a fake face.Suddenly, the silence shattered. It was a thick and husky voice.“Are you scared?” a deep voice echoed through the chamber. It came from everywhere and nowhere. It was soft, yet commanding. It made my skin crawl and my soul took notice of his presence. I froze. Not because of the question, but because of the way it curled around my spine. His voice sounded familiar. That is my alpha Kael. I didn’t speak. I stayed calm. I swallowed, then answered, careful to alter my voice. “No.”There was a pause. Then, a low chuckle. I couldn’t see him, just the walls.“Why do you want to serve me?” he asked.I adjusted my posture, kept my gaze forward, my tone steady. “Because I want to be close t
Georgia’s POVThe next day, I sat across from Leah in the garden. The wind had settled into a lull, the late afternoon sun dipping low behind the trees, casting long shadows over the earth. I needed to speak about this to her.“I remember his name,” I said quietly, not meeting her eyes.Leah blinked, her fingers tightening around the plastic bottle in her hands. “Whose name?”“The Lycan God,” I whispered, voice catching. “His name is Kael. Alpha Kael. He was… he was mine in that other life. When I was in the coma.”Her brows furrowed, a mixture of confusion and concern settling over her face. “You mean that dream again?”“It wasn’t just a dream.” I leaned forward. “I lived it, Leah. I felt everything. The pain, the love, the bond. Kael wasn’t just a figment of my imagination, he was real. And get this…” I swallowed. “He’s a twin. His brother… is Karl.”Leah flinched.“What?” she said after a long pause, shaking her head, her laugh shaky and thin. “You’re saying my Karl has a twin brot
Georgia’s POVThe morning sun hadn’t fully stretched when Leah and I left the hotel, heading to the pack house. We were heading to the staff quarters where we’d been told to begin our chores, but before we could even reach the outer building, a young pack member barely more than a teen, dressed in simple gray clothes approached us with a slightly anxious look.“You two are being called,” he said. “The Beta wants to see you.”Leah raised a brow at me. I gave a subtle nod. We didn’t ask questions.“Follow me,” the boy added, turning swiftly on his heel.Leah and I fell in step behind him as he led us through narrow. Lycans, some in human form moved about. It struck me how much order there was in this place, how everyone had a role. We eventually reached a large hall built in the heart of the territory. It wasn’t extravagant. The doors were tall and heavy, carved with runes I didn’t understand, and the moment we stepped inside. Then we saw about a dozen other women, dressed in the mai
Georgia’s povThe blaring clang of the pack bell tore through the early morning mist, wrenching me from a dreamless sleep. I sat upright, my heart skipping with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The bell tolled again, loud and urgent this time, three sharp rings, the signal for all maids and servants to rise and prepare for the day. Something special was happening.Leah groaned beside me, throwing her blanket off with a sleepy grunt. “What now?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “It’s not even dawn… this is what we get to face sleeping in the pack house?” She sighed.A voice echoed from the central courtyard outside, amplified by the old brass horn mounted atop the stone watchtower. “All hands to the ground. All hands to the grounds. The Lycan god will be gracing the pack with his presence today for the Quarter Festival. All attendants, maids, and servants, prepare the grounds. Dress in ceremonial attire. He arrives by the ninth bell.”Leah froze, her eyes going wide as she met my gaze.
Julia’s POVLater that night, I was with the Lycan god, my Alpha Kael as he demanded earlier that I stayed.The moonlight poured in. Everything around us was bathed in a gllow, and I could tell it was the divine light from the moon goddess. My head was filled with the memories of me and Kael in the past, aching with ghosts but I did not let it bother me.He stood at the edge of the open balcony of his room, staring into the darkness from the window. He was shirtless as his muscular upper body was visibly mesmerizing. His hair tousled by the wind, his eyes glowing faintly. That glow used to terrify me but now it pulled me in.“I shouldn’t have agreed to stay with him for the night,” I whispered to myself inwardly. Being here reminds me of everything.My fingers curled at my sides. He was still the one I knew. Somewhere under all that godhood and silence was the alpha who once held me close and was possessive over me.“You’re quiet,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Or are
Georgia’s POVSuddenly, I began to hear muffled voices. The voice was soft, almost like it was tiptoeing into my sleep. I stirred, confused for a moment, caught between the echo of dreams and the hum of real life. My body felt sore, heavy, as though the weight of the night was still wrapped around me. “Hey, sleepyhead,” the voice called again, this time a little louder, teasing.I blinked the sleep from my eyes and sat up, squinting toward the soft light spilling in from the open window. Leah stood there, her hair in a messy bun, an apron tied around her waist, and a pan sizzling on the gas light. “You’re up early,” I murmured, my voice raspy as I pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of the room barefoot.She turned with a grin. “Early? Girl, it’s almost noon.”I froze, eyes widening. “What?”Leah laughed. “Yup. You were completely knocked out. I was starting to wonder if you were still alive.”I groaned, running a hand through my tangled hair. “Nope, very much alive. Just… exha
Georgia’s povHours later, the sun was already beginning to dip over the poolside as Leah and I dried off. This moment had been one of those rare carefree afternoons, the kind that lets you forget your worries, even if just for a while. We had just gathered our things, towels slung over our arms and flip-flops squeaking when two of those guys approached us.They weren’t bad-looking. One was tall and lean with honey-brown eyes, the other broader with an easy grin and a messy mop of dark curls. “Hey,” the tall one said, flashing a polite smile. “You girls heading home already?”Leah shot me a glance, already tightening her grip on her bag. I answered with a polite nod, “Yeah, just about to call a ride.”“Let us drive you,” the other guy offered quickly. “We’re headed in the same direction at the pack house, anyway. Promise we don’t bite.”Leah shook her head immediately. “We’re good, thanks.”They didn’t budge. “Seriously, it’s no trouble,” the tall one added. “It’s hot, and you’ll have
Reveena’s POVI stood by the kitchen door frame slightly, arms crossed as I peeked at Georgia secretly while she hum softly to herself as she stirred the contents of the pot. She moved around the kitchen with an almost eagerness, occasionally wiping her hands on the apron Kael had given her earlier in the day. It was ridiculous how proud she looked, as if preparing one meal could suddenly make her suitable to stand beside him.She didn’t even notice me lurking. But I wanted to walk in and teach her a lesson but an idea popped into my head.Georgia flipped the lid open and gave the pot one more stir, her face gleaming with a smile that made my skin itch. I watched her lean over and sniff the soup, nodding approvingly to herself. Not a single spoonful to taste the grab she had made, not even a pinch to check if the seasoning was right. Just a sniff. She really was that stupid.“I think they’ll love it,” she whispered to herself, wiping sweat off her forehead before trotting off toward t
Reveena’s POVI shouldn’t have come.The thought repeated over and over in my mind like a chant as Kael’s amber flared with a fire I hadn’t seen before, not for me, but against me.“You don’t get to decide my fate, Reveena,” he growled, each word seething with disdain. “Over my dead body will Georgia ever be my mate? Is that what you came here to force on me?”I opened my mouth to reply, to remind him of the bloodlines, the council’s expectations.“If you think I’ll let anyone, even you, dictate who I bind my soul to… then I’m sorry to tell you this, Reveena,” he spat my name like it burned his tongue. “But I’ll become your enemy if that’s what it takes.”My breath hitched. I felt my heart crack loudly, painfully as though he’d just ripped it from my chest and crushed it between his clawed fingers. He turned away from me as if I no longer mattered. His hand curled into a fist at his side, shoulders tense, jaw tight. Not because of her he is acting this way towards me.“You would thro
Reveena’s POVI made my way to Kael’s chambers with thunder boiling in my veins.That moment I saw her, draped in simple fabric, eyes lowered like a servant, something inside me twisted. Not jealousy. No. This was something deeper. A storm of disbelief and fury at the very idea that someone like her could be in his presence so comfortably.I didn’t knock as I bagged into Kael’s room.The doors flung open beneath my hands, slamming against the inner walls. Kael was by the window, but he didn’t even flinch. He barely turned his head as I entered, and that only enraged me more.“Unbelievable.” I snapped. His eyes rose to meet mine. calm, cold, and far too steady for someone who’d just been caught entertaining a girl like that. “What?”“You know what I mean,” I hissed, stepping closer. “The girl I saw claiming she’s your mate. The one with her hair tied back like a kitchen maid. What is she doing here?”Kael arched a brow, folding his hands across each other with the kind of infuriating
Georgia’s POV“Leave.” He instructed as he pulled away. I took a step forward but he wasn’t giving me the chance to come closer. “You should leave!” He ordered again.I closed Kael’s door quietly behind me. My fingers lingered on the handle, as if wanting to go back in if I held it long enough. But it didn’t. He had sent me away.I didn’t want to leave, that I could stay and just sit in silence if that’s all he wanted. But Kael was persistent. His words had been gentle but firm. “Not now. Please, just go.”So I did.I walked down the long corridor with a dull ache spreading through my chest, the kind that doesn’t explode, just gnaws quietly beneath your ribs. The pack house was quieter than usual. Even the guards I passed seemed subdued. By the time I reached the new room Leah and I had moved into, I headed towards the bed. The room was bigger than our old one, the ceiling higher, the windows wider. It was nicer.Leah was folding some of Nathalie’s tiny clothes when I walked in. The
Georgia’s POV The night was quiet, too quiet. I looked at Kael as we stood under the tree beneath the moonlight.The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy. “You’re awfully quiet,” I said softly, breaking the stillness.Kael didn’t look at me right away. He had that faraway gaze, like he was speaking to the stars rather than to me. His jaw clenched, then relaxed. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you something,” he said at last, his voice low and unsure.I turned fully toward him. “Tell me now.”A faint smile touched his lips. “There’s… a way,” he said, “to bring my mortal body back.”For a second, I just stared at him, blinking. Then the weight of his words slammed into my chest and I grabbed his arm. “Are you serious?”He nodded once.I let out a breathless laugh, joy blooming in my chest. “That’s incredible, Kael! That’s how? What is it? What do we have to do?”That’s when his smile faded.He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers like he wasn’t su
Ruth’s POVI don’t remember how I got to the hospital.One moment, I was cradling her limp body in my arms, whispering her name over and over again like it could breathe life back into her. The next, I was speeding through the city streets, horns blaring behind me, lights flashing red and green but never registering. Her head rested on me, blood seeping through the fabric of my shirt, warm and sticky. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes closed. I kept telling myself she was asleep. She had to be.“Sis, stay with me,” I whispered, voice cracking. “We’re almost there, okay? Just… just a little longer.”But she didn’t stir.When I finally reached the nearby hospital and burst into the emergency room, I must have looked insane, my shirt drenched in blood, barefooted, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped her. Nurses rushed toward me, their calm efficiency making my chaos feel even more unbearable.“We need a stretcher here!” someone shouted.“She’s not breathing,” I choked out, foll
Lucy’s POVI didn’t cry. Not in the cab, not when I stepped through the gates of our estate. Crying would have been easier than this slow, simmering ache twisting through my ribs.I got back home. “Madam?” One of the maids stepped forward, her voice hesitant.“Where’s Damien?” I asked softly, not stopping to look at her.“In the study, ma’am.”I walked past her without a word.The door was slightly ajar, warm light filtering through. Damien’s voice carried low across, probably on a call. I pushed it open.He was there, standing by the wide glass windows, one hand tucked in his trouser pocket, the other holding a tumbler of scotch. When he saw me, he straightened, his brow furrowing with concern.“Lucy?” His voice shifted immediately gentle.I crossed the room and collapsed onto the armchair by the fireplace, burying my face in my hands.He moved closer. “What happened?”I forced myself to look at him. “I went to see Georgia.”His lips tightened slightly, but he said nothing, waiting f
Lucy’s POV The morning sun barely warmed the cold feeling in my chest as I stepped out of the cab. A building loomed ahead, a peeling, grey block of flats that looked nothing like the kind of place someone like Georgia would belong to. But the scraps of information I had gathered earlier, the pharmacy receipt, the old grocery bill, and a stray voice note on a burner phone had led me here. I took a deep breath. I stepped inside the building, the slightly cracked tiles groaning beneath my shoes.I am now standing in front of a door, the third floor. Apartment 3B. I raised my hand and knocked.A few seconds passed before I heard soft shuffling behind the door, like someone trying to open it. Then the latch clicked, and the door creaked open an inch. A familiar face appeared. Ruth?She froze when she saw me. Her eyes widened, and for a split second, something like anher flashed across her face. Then it was gone, replaced by a cold wall of steel.Before she could shut the door in my face
Damien’s POV The table stretched long before us, covered in hand-drawn maps, blood-red markings, and pins that signified victory. I leaned back in my chair as a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face. My cabinet members, generals, advisors, and elders, raised their glasses, celebrating the fact that we had secured nearly the entire werewolf kingdom under my rule.“To Damien,” General Havric bellowed, his voice booming across the room. “The Alpha of Alphas. The King of the Lycan Empire.”“To Damien!” they echoed, their voices roaring in unison.I gave a short nod, accepting their praise with the confidence that came from years of bloodshed and relentless strategy. Every kingdom I had taken had strengthened our dominion, brought unity to the scattered werewolf packs. Tonight, we drank not just to power but to legacy.But the moment of triumph didn’t last long.“I hate to be the bearer of ill news,” Elder Roth said suddenly, setting his goblet down with a grave look. His white beard