Georgia’s POVOnce I was done filling in the information on the Google Sheet, I sat back in the chair. I had been waiting for Mr. KD to come downstairs, but he never did.A sigh escaped me as I glanced toward the grand staircase, but I dismissed the idea of calling out to him. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked interruptions. I had quickly learned that since stepping into this house. Mr. KD was a man of few words, always straight to the point. No small talk, no pleasantries, always minding his business. He doesn’t even chitchat with me.Deciding I had waited long enough, I stood and picked up the laptop. The elevator was the fastest way up. Stepping inside, I pressed the button for the top floor, the numbers ascending as a smooth chime accompanied each level.When the doors finally slid open, I was met with the sight of his room door at the far end. I hesitated before stepping out. I made my way there. This was my first time coming to his room. Something about it made my pulse quicke
Kael’s POVHearing her say her name to be Georgia struck something inside me. Considering she couldn’t remember her past, I couldn’t make any sense of the feeling.I leaned back in my leather chair, fingers drumming against the armrest as I processed the strange reaction her name had triggered. Something didn’t add up. If she had no recollection of who she was, then why did she bear Georgia?Shaking the thought away, I reached for my phone and dialed my secretary.“Sir?”“Lisa, I need you to send me my PA’s file, the one she used when she applied for the job.”A brief silence followed before she responded, “Sir… Georgia never submitted an application.”I frowned. “What do you mean she never submitted one?”“Exactly that, sir. I interviewed her and she was up to the task and you suggested I employ her.”I sat up straighter, my grip tightening on the phone. “That’s not possible. Check again.”“I already have, sir,” she said, her tone professional yet cautious. “Her personnel file doesn’
Georgia’s POVThe moment we stepped into the extravagant banquet hall, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes turning toward us. Everyone was dressed in their most expensive attire. “Stand straight, don’t slouch,” KD murmured under his breath as we strode forward. His sharp hazel eyes moved toward me briefly before returning to the sea of guests waiting to greet him. “Try not to embarrass yourself within the first five minutes.”That was too harsh, coming from a man who had just spent the entire car ride here smirking at me like I was his personal entertainment for the evening.“I’m sorry sir,” I huffed under my breath, adjusting the strap of my evening clutch while maintaining what I hoped was a confident expression. For some reasons, I felt here looked familiar. As if I had been here before.I was here as his personal assistant, nothing more, nothing less. My job was to follow him, smile when necessary, and most importantly not make a fool of myself.“Ah, Kael! You made it!” A tall, b
Georgia’s POVI couldn’t understand why I had made such a huge mess at that party. And I couldn’t piece together why. And then, suddenly, memories of Lucy began to flash through my mind. It was as if I had seen her before, known her from somewhere beyond just passing glances at that party. My head throbbed with the intensity of it, a strange familiarity settling over me. Where had I met her? Why did my gut twist every time I remember her face?I shut my eyes tightly, pressing my fingers against my temples, willing my mind to sort through the fragments of my past. And then, like a dam breaking, I remembered everything.Lucy wasn’t just some manipulative stranger trying to stir up trouble. She was my step-sister. The very girl I had grown up with, the one who had always found a way to stand above me, to make me feel small, insignificant.And Damien… my ex-husband. The man who had once held my heart in a clenched fist, only to squeeze until there was nothing left but shattered pieces. T
Lucy’s POVThe tires screeched against the gravel as I halted the car in front of a lonely, uncompleted building. The place was abandoned, forgotten by time.I switched off the engine and sat still for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as I stared in front. I didn’t want to be here, but this was necessary. I had to get this over with.Stepping out, I shut the door with a soft thud and made my way toward the entrance of the building. My boots crunched against the dirt and scattered debris. The woman was already inside, waiting for me.She stood near the center of the hollow structure, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes met mine as I approached, her expression unreadable.“You came,” she said simply.I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. “I don’t have much time.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me, then nodded in understanding. “I figured as much.”I hesitated before speaking again, exhaling slowly. “How are the babies?”“They’re fine,” she answered, her tone calm,
Georgia’s POVI saw them, my two little babies. Their tiny fingers curled around mine, their soft giggles filling the air. I held them close, inhaling their scent, memorizing every detail of their faces. But just as I reached to hold them tighter, they faded, slipping through my grasp like mist.I jolted awake to realise it’s a dream, my breath hitching, my chest tight with longing. My babies. My heart ached for them, but I didn’t know where to find them. The helplessness gnawed at me, twisting into something restless.Then another thought filled my mind, my father and my brothers, Caleb and Shedrack. My family. The home I had been torn away from. I missed them so much and at Ethan’s birthday celebration, I didn’t see them either. I wondered if they were fine.I reached for my phone, the screen’s glow piercing through the room. It was 10:00 PM. Kael should be asleep by now. If I was going to leave, this was my chance to sneak out.My gaze shifted to the window. It was wide open, the c
Kael’s POVFor the past few hours, I have been having sleepless night. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, but my mind refused to rest. Georgia’s thoughts filled my mind. I miss her a lot no matter how hard I try not to.With a sigh, I sat up, running a hand through my hair. Maybe a distraction would help. I reached for the folder on my nightstand, the doctor’s report. My fingers hesitated over the seal before I finally ripped it open, scanning the words. No cure had been found yet.I picked up my phone and did research again online, Page after page, medical journals, forums, even obscure theories but still found nothing. I exhaled sharply, gripping my phone tighter. A lonely man. That’s what I was. Not just lonely, but empty. A failed king. No wife. No children. No family here. The title meant nothing when there was no one to carry it on, no one to call my own.If not a wife, then at least a child.Maybe a surrogate mother? Or maybe Adoption? A child to carry my name, to look up
Georgia’s POVMy chest still heaved from his presence, from the force of his kiss, an unwanted, stolen moment that left me reeling with shock and fury. My fingers clutched the towel against my body.Kael stood there, his eyes unreadable, his lips slightly parted as though he was just realizing what he had done.But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had done it.“Is this how you treat your workers, huh?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. “First, you sneak into my room, sit in the dark like some predator, watching me undress. And now, you force a kiss on me?”He said nothing.I clenched my jaw, stepping forward. My anger burned hotter than my discomfort. “Do you think this is acceptable?” My voice rose, fueled by the storm inside me. “Do you think you can do whatever the hell you want just because you’re my boss.”He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He just stood there coldly staring at me, his gaze locked onto me as if he was seeing something else entirely.That on
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