Georgia’s POVThe doctor was waiting for us inside, and I was ushered into the examination room without a word from Kael. He remained outside.The doctor greeted me warmly, He didn’t waste any time in getting to work, his hands gentle as he checked me over, making sure my vitals were normal, that I wasn’t hiding any signs of distress.“You’re fine,” he said, offering a small smile as he finished his examination. “Nothing to worry about, my Luna. Everything seems to be in order.”I nodded, trying to seem more composed than I felt. “Thank you, Doctor.”After the brief check-up, we were back in the car, heading toward the mansion. As the car came to a halt at the grand entrance of the mansion, I caught sight of Lucy approaching, with that sickeningly sweet smile. “Well, well,” she said. “Congratulations, Georgia, on your wedding to Kael. You must be so happy.” She looked me over “I’m sure he’s been a wonderful husband already.”I clenched my fists in my lap, trying to stay calm. I wasn
Kael’s POVI unlocked the door and stepped inside, my eyes instantly fell to her. She laid on the bed, her hair was a mess against the sheets. A book rested in her hand, its middle page covering half of her face as though she had drifted off to sleep while reading. The sight of it was mesmerizing. I stepped in, moving closer. Now standing right before her, I gazed down at her, unable to tear my eyes away. There was something about watching her sleep that made me feel weak. People spoke of fated mates as if they were the greatest gift the Moon Goddess could give. A love so deep, so consuming, that it made warriors kneel and kings forsake their thrones. But all I had ever known was duty, war, and survival. Love was strange to me. And yet, looking at her now, I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to keep her safe from the cruel world outside this room. I wanted to give her everything, even though I had no idea how.Just then, she stirred, her brows scrunching slightly as a smal
Kael’s POVI left her room and never returned for the rest of the day. She was angry. When night came, she didn’t return to the room we shared. Instead, she chose to sleep in the initial room I had given her on her first visit. It wasn’t surprising. She was stubborn and I knew it.Finally, her birthday arrived.The next day, the maids moved in and out of her room, arms full of gifts wrapped in expensive papers and ribbons. Jewelry, designer dresses, rare perfumes, things most women would be desperate to have, I bought them all for her. Each maid bowed as they entered and left, offering her birthday greetings, but she remained still, her gaze fixed the novel in her hand, acting as if she were the only one in the room.I let them finish their work, watching from a distance before finally stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even acknowledge me, not even a thank you from her.I had done all this, made sure she had everything, gave her the title of
Georgia’s POVKael had finally granted my wish.It was all I had wanted, a chance to speak to Damien for forgiveness, to bring closure to this chapter of my life.The moment my feet touched the central grounds of the pack house, I felt stares, whispers from those that watched, perhaps surprised to see me here.I kept my head high, ignoring the hushed voices, but they didn’t bother hiding their judgements.“She has the audacity to show her face here?” a woman murmured, not bothering to lower her voice.“After running off to the Lycan King, she dares return to her former mate?” Another sneered.“Shameless,” spat an elder, his tone filled with disgust.I clenched my fists but didn’t stop. Their words stung, but I refused to let them see my pain as I approached the door. Without hesitation, I pushed it open.Inside, my gaze was immediately met by two pairs of eyes, Damien’s, filled with fury, and Lucy’s, gleaming with something far too smug. They both looked surprised to see me.I hesitate
Georgia’s POVI was now in my maid’s room, on the hard mattress, drowning in my own silent sobs. Everything had crumbled. Love had made me stay, love had made me choose Damien over Kael and now love has made me choose my fate.Damien had publicly humiliated me, denouncing me as Luna, as his mate. The people I had once called family whispered vile things about me, condemning me as if I were some tainted thing.Shortly, a sharp knock at the door jolted me from my spiraling thoughts, but before I could gather myself, the door was pushed open without hesitation. It was Lucy.She stepped inside as if she owned the place, her lips curled into a mocking smile.“Look at you,” she sighed, feigning disappointment as her gaze swept over me. “Have you seen what you’ve caused yourself for choosing Kael over Damien?”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to sit up, but I didn’t speak.Lucy, however, had plenty to say.“And where was he?” she continued, tilting her head. “Your so-called Lycan King? Now
Georgia’s POVIt was finally the wedding.I was already dressed in the outfit Lucy had given me, a long, flowing gown. Sitting before the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup as I traced the line of my lips with a muted shade of pink lipstick.I let my hair fall naturally, cascading down my back in soft waves.Tonight, I had to at least pretend I wasn’t broken as I descended the grand staircase. The moment I stepped into the hall, heads turned, people stared. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. I met Damien already kissing his bride, the vows had just finished.My breath caught in my throat, and my fingers curled into my palms as I watched the man who was supposed to be my husband, my supposed future wrapped around another woman. Their lips moved passionately and the audience watched with smiling faces. Most of them found it mesmerizing. As if the wound wasn’t deep enough, Lucy turned to look at me. A slow, cruel smirk spread across her lips, her eyes danci
Ethan’s grip on my wrist was firm yet gentle as he pulled me into his room, shutting the door behind us. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened earlier, but before I could gather my thoughts, the door suddenly banged open.Lucy stormed in, her face flushed with fury. “How dare you, Ethan?” she shrieked. “You humiliated me in front of everyone on my wedding day!”I stiffened, watching as her rage poured out. Her wedding dress was still pristine, but her expression was anything far from joyful.Ethan folded his arms, unbothered. “Oh, did I?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “And here I thought I was just speaking the truth.”“You made a fool out of me!” she yelled. “You embarrassed me in front of…”“Oh, spare me the self-pity, Lucy,” Ethan cut her off sharply. “You haven’t changed, have you?”Her eyes darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “It means you’re still the same selfish, cruel person you’ve always been.” His voice softe
Georgia’s POVBy the time I was back home, it was already late at night. It was a hectic day and all I wanted was to slip into my room, but as I turned a corner, I came to an abrupt stop.Damien was standing there, his broad body blocking my path, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was locked onto me, and I could see the tension, the barely concealed anger beneath the surface.“Where the hell are you coming from at this hour?” His voice was low.I exhaled slowly, already knowing where this was heading. “That’s none of your business, Damien.” My voice was steady, but I knew my response would only provoke him further.His expression darkened. He took a step closer. “None of my business? I saw you both, I saw how Ethan had his hands all over you. You think I’m stupid? Now you have left the Lycan king and gone for Ethan? How shameless can you be?”I stiffened, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Ethan and I were just dancing,” I said, my patience thinning. “I think you have for
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
Kael’s POVThe next day… I was alone in my study when Karl entered.“Will be,” Karl said, his tone unusually steady. “I have a solution to your problem.”I turned to him. “What problem?”“Your problem of regaining your mortal form.”I took a step forward.“You found something?”He nodded once, face unreadable, though I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. “Yes.”My heart thudded. Hope was a fragile thing. I’d learned not to grab it too fast, lest it splinter in my hand and leave nothing but shards of regret. “Tell me.”Karl hesitated. His jaw tightened. “It’s Georgia.”I narrowed my eyes. “What about her?”“The solution… is her blood.”It was as though time paused.My breath caught. “What did you say?”Karl stepped closer, voice low. “You need a vessel to anchor your essence. Something strong enough to tether your divinity to flesh again, but also pure enough to harmonize with your original mortal soul. Only one thing in this world fits both criteria. The seer said so.” I sho