Georgia’s POVAs I rummaged through the top drawer of my bedroom, my fingers brushed against cold glass bottles and blister packs of pills. My hand hesitated before grabbing the familiar blue packet—the one I had hidden behind my skincare products. It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily.Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.But as much as I loved him, there were cracks in our perfect marriage. Damien didn’t want children. He’d been clear about it from the start, even though I
Georgia’ POVPatricia’s voice was steady, but her next words struck me like a thunderclap. “I’m telling you this because I can’t keep hiding it anymore,” she said, her hand resting protectively on her son’s small shoulder. “Liam deserves to have a father. He deserves to feel the love that only a father can give him. I’ve tried to raise him alone, but it’s not enough. He needs his family, his complete family.”I stared at her, processing her words. A complete family? My husband, Damien, was supposed to be my family. Ours was the perfect marriage—he, the strong and charismatic Alpha, and I, his Luna, respected and envied by the entire pack. And yet, standing before me was the evidence of a betrayal I couldn’t even begin to process.“You’re saying… you want Damien to step into his life?” My voice cracked, disbelief clinging to every word.“Yes,” Patricia said, her tone unwavering. “It’s time he stops pretending Liam doesn’t exist. I can’t do this alone anymore. And Liam deserves more tha
Georgia’s POVThe single word shattered the silence like glass.Damien froze, his jaw tightening as he instinctively stepped back, his eyes darting between me and the boy who is now clutching at his pant leg. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My husband, the man who had always insisted he didn’t want children, was standing in front of his son.I stared at him, searching his face for answers, for some kind of explanation, but all I saw was guilt.“Damien?” my voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. “Is it true? Is he your son?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crouched down and gently placed his hands on Liam’s shoulders, a strained smile on his face. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly, before standing and finally meeting my gaze.I laughed bitterly in realization, my hands clenching into fists. “Damien.” I called again but this time, those tears started to flow from my eyes. Taking a step towards him, I wiped my tears. “Explain why the man who doesn’t want
Damien’s POVThe leather chair creaked as I leaned back, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk. The pack call had been going on for nearly an hour, and the tension in the room was palpable. We were discussing territory disputes and strategies to expand our influence. My goal was clear: to secure the largest territory assignment in the upcoming council deliberations led by me, the Lycan Alpha King. This wasn’t just about land—it was about power, respect, and cementing my status as the strongest Alpha in the region. And I can do anything to accomplish and protect it even if I have to spill blood.“Damien, what’s your next step?” one of the council members on the call asked, breaking my train of thought.“I’ll handle it,” I said, my voice calm yet commanding. “We’ll increase patrols on the eastern border. Any encroachment will be dealt with swiftly.”Just as I was about to elaborate, the door to my office was flung open with a loud crash. I looked up, irritation flashing through me, bu
Georgia’s POVMy first night in my new apartment was a quiet one. I stood in the middle of the small, sparsely furnished living room, staring at the stack of unopened boxes that lined the walls that I needed to unpack. It was nothing like the sprawling, luxurious house I’d shared with Damien, but it was mine. My sanctuary. Or so I’d thought.The apartment was modest—a small one-bedroom tucked into the corner of an aging brick building. The creaking floorboards and slightly peeling paint made it feel lived-in, cozy even. I liked it. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. But that feeling evaporated the second the sharp, insistent knock rattled my front door. My heart froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone.“Open the door, Georgia,” Damien’s voice barked from the other side. Cold and commanding, just like I remembered.I stayed rooted in place, my fingers trembling at my sides. The lock was flimsy at best, and I didn’t trust it to hold.“Georgia!” His tone rose, fury spill
Georgia’s POVMy body was still in shock, my breathing uneven. It happened right in front of my eyes, a scene I never imagined I would live through played on repeat in my mind. Damian, the man I had called my husband for years, had threatened to kill me if I leave our marriage. His voice, once my comfort, had twisted into something dark and merciless. He had meant every word. Marrying him at age 21 had always been the best thing that ever happened to me even though he was 30. But now, all I see was marriage in hell.Just then, the stranger’s voice broke through my thoughts, gentle but firm.“Are you okay?” He asked.The man standing before me had the bluest eyes I had ever seen… like the afternoon sky on a sunny day and his lips perfectly curved up in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes while he stared at meI looked up at him sharply, my heart lurching. The stranger was standing just a few feet away, his presence moments ago made me feel safe rather than in danger and now, he appeared
Georgia’s POVI cradled the glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the liquid, my thought blank.A few moment I was happy, another moment I was about celebrating my marriage anniversary and another moment, they were all my past memories that has been shattered. I am the most unlucky female on this earth.The photo of Damien kissing me on our wedding day remained permanently etched in my head.I took one gulp of the liquid, my vision blurred with tears. “I lost everything” I snapped, glaring at the glass in my head right before I beckoned to Kael who thought I was in this state because of the fake attack I told him about my pack that led me homeless.. He pulled his seat beside me, towering over me..“I understand everything.”I still did not give him a glance but in my peripheral vision, I could see his arm… corded arm with tattoos wrapped around them like a second skin due to the short sleeve he was putting on unlike the time where he wore a long sleeve when I first saw him.My thr
Georgia’s POVThe relentless ringing of my phone dragged me out of sleep, the vibrating sound drilling into my skull like a cruel wake-up call. I groaned, shifting under the heavy blankets, my body aching in protest. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I tried to stretch my hand toward my phone on the nightstand, but the moment I moved, a sharp pain shot through my head as I held unto my head, wincing in pain. Pressing a hand against my forehead, feeling the dull, persistent throb at my temples, I tried not to move to relieve the pain.Flashes of last night’s activities fill my mind. The amazing moment I had experienced with Kael. His touch and how his hands were gentle against my skin but I was quick to shake this thought off my head. I can’t let this thought consume me. It was just a one night stand and I am not feeling guilty. Damien had cheated on me after all. The ringing started again, cutting through my sluggish thoughts. With a heavy sigh, I grabbed the phone as I saw the caller ID. Fat
Lucy’s POV I could hear the door slam before I even turned to the corner. Damien approached.“Damien? Calm down.” My voice was small, pathetic even to my own ears.“Get in here, Lucy.” The way he said my name, like it tasted bitter in his mouth cut deeper.I stepped into the room and immediately felt the shift in air. It was colder here, always. The thick curtains were drawn, casting the place in shadow. I crossed the threshold and stood near the door, hands clasped in front of me.He stood by the fireplace, back to me, jaw clenched so tight I could see the tension rippling up his neck. He didn’t look at me when he spoke.“You were supposed to have her here by now, it’s been days and you couldn’t do this little task I have entrusted to you.”“I…I know. I’m sorry.” My voice cracked. “There were delays. She’s harder to find than we thought.”“Don’t.” He turned then, his gaze pinning me in place like a knife through the chest. “Don’t make excuses.”I swallowed hard. “I’m doing everythin
Kael’s POVThe sunlight flashed on my eyelids, uncomfortably waking me from the heaviness of my own body. I groaned, tossing on the bed, fighting with the stubborn light that insisted on slicing through my lashes. My head pounded. A dull, throbbing pain spread through my temples like someone had cracked a bottle open on my skull. I tried to turn away from the light, clinging to the remnants of sleep. But then I felt someone lying beside me. My eyes opened in a slow, reluctant crawl, but what I saw made them fly wide open in an instant. Georgia?She lay there, curled slightly to one side, the sheets barely covering her. Her hair fanned over the pillow, her bare back rising in what should have been a gentle rhythm of breath. She’s naked In my bed, next to me.And that’s when i remembered last night's incident even though I can't remember it all. I had laid with her.I sat up slowly, the sheet sliding off my own waist. My heart thudded, once, then again, louder than before. The memory wa
Georgia’s POV Later that night, I made my way to Kael’s chamber. I hesitated for just a second, bare feet pressing against the cold marble before I raised my hand and pushed the door open without knocking.The room was dim, but the reflection of the moon light made it better. The curtains were half drawn. Kael stood near the window, shirt undone, collar open, dark hair tousled like he had run his hands through it a thousand times.He turned slowly when he heard the door creak, brows lifting in surprise. “Georgia?” His voice was low, a little rough. “You are not sleeping. Are you alright?”I stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind me. The soft thud echoed in the silence between us. “No, I’m not alright.” I said simply and truthfully.Kael’s gaze darkened with concern. He stepped toward me, and that was when I noticed the half-empty whiskey glass on the table beside his bed. The smell of alcohol hung faintly in the air, and when he came closer, it clung to his breath.“You’ve
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