Georgia’s POVDays of hunting for a nanny and personal assistant were finally over. It had taken longer than expected, but I was relieved to have finally found the right people for the job. Now, standing before them, I studied the two young women who had made it through the rigorous selection process.Clearing my throat, I shifted my attention to the woman I had chosen as Alpha Kael’s personal assistant. She was tall and well-dressed, her straight brown hair neatly tucked behind her ears, giving her a polished and professional appearance. “Your job as Alpha Kael’s PA requires complete dedication,” I stated firmly. “You are expected to manage his schedule, handle official correspondence, and assist in matters that require organization. However, I need to be clear on one thing.” I fixed her with a steady gaze. “You are here for work, not to get distracted by Kael’s personal life. Keep your focus, and you will do well.”She nodded quickly, her fingers clasping the folder she held. “Unde
Georgia’s POVI made my way back quickly to meet Ruth and Nathaniel after buying the toys for the babies. My hands clutched on Natalie and the small paper bags with soft plush animal toys and colorful toy building blocks were enough to bring joy to the little ones.When I arrived, Alpha Kael was already there. He sat in a chair. Ruth sat beside him, her posture relaxed to Nathaniel, his eyes watching the crowd with curiosity.I hesitated for a fraction of a second before joining them, sliding into the empty seat beside Ruth. It pressed down, making people fidget, whisper, and second-guess their actions. He wasn’t just any alpha, he was a force, even when he wasn’t trying to be.Just as I settled in, a passerby stopped in their tracks, their gaze locking onto us. A woman, draped in a flowing green shawl, clutched the arm of the man beside her, eyes alight with curiosity.“Oh, look,” she cooed, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “The Alpha’s new children. Such a kind heart he has,
Kael’s POVLater that night, I made my way to my hospital results once again, glancing at the clinical words printed in black ink. My wealth, my power, none of it could save me.The thought of not having a cure for my sickness shattered me. The almighty Lycan King, feared and revered across the lands, had been reduced to nothing but a man with a countdown looming over his head.For years, I had ruled with an iron grip, conquering territories, ensuring my dominance remained unquestioned. I had never known true defeat until now. This illness had stripped away the illusion of invincibility I had carefully built around myself.Perhaps I did not have much time left.Then what was I holding onto?I leaned back in my leather chair, letting out a breath that felt heavier than usual. Death did not scare me. I had seen it enough times, dealt it with my own hands, watched it steal those who were too weak to fight back. But this… this slow, inevitable decline… it felt worse than any battlefield.
Kael’s POV As Georgia sat with me, I turned my head slightly, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She sat beside me, quiet, almost hesitant. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder.“I need a massage,” I said, my voice sounded casual.I hadn’t expected her to say yes. I had half-expected her to roll her eyes, scoff, or find an excuse to leave but she wouldn’t do that. I was paying her after all. She nodded, hesitating only for a moment before shifting closer, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders.“Just relax,” she murmured.Her hands on my shoulder made me feel strange. I didn’t know how I was feeling but I felt loved.The moment her fingers pressed against my shoulders, I sucked in a slow breath. Her touch was tentative at first, testing, but as she gained confidence, she applied more pressure, working through my muscles. I closed my eyes, letting my head drop forward slightly. “That feels good.”She said no words.I exhaled as her hands moved lower, kneading along the curv
Georgia’s POV“Shift back,” I said, tilting my head just slightly, enough to create distance.He didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent something sharp crawling down my spine.“Stop staring,” I added, my voice flat, blunt. It wasn’t a request.His gaze moved, and I realized exactly what he had been staring at. It was my lips. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, amused, as if my reaction was something he found entertaining.“Are you going to act like this the whole time?” His husky voice was smooth, but there was something something taunting. “Because I didn’t pay for this kind of attitude.”His words made my stomach churn. So, that’s what he thought? That everything was about money? That because he had paid me, he could dictate what I did, how I behaved, how I breathed?I clenched my jaw, swallowing my rage in my throat. I hated that he thought like that. I hated even more that he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had taken the job. And I
Georgia’s POVKael’s eyes burned into mine as he hovered over me, his body caging me against the bed.His warmth surrounded me, his scent, smoky seeping into my senses, making my head spin. I have missed his scent. His touches could only make me remember my first night with him. How he made me feel like a woman. How I enjoyed every one of his touches and kisses. The thought of it only made me crave even more.My heart pounded, anticipation coiling low in my belly as he lifted a hand to my face, his rough fingertips tracing the curve of my jaw.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with restrained hunger.I was. Not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of him. From the way he looked at me as if I were something sacred and forbidden all at once. I swallowed hard, but I couldn’t find my voice, not when his thumb brushed over my lower lip, teasing, testing. Kael’s gaze dropped to my mouth, and then, with deliberate slowness, he lowered his head. The moment his lips brushed ag
Kael’s POVI didn’t know how to describe it. Maybe it was lust, or maybe it was because I felt the presence of my wife in her. I shut my eyes, feeling the moment as my mouth called out her name in a slow desperate groan.“Georgia… Georgia…”Each movement only seemed to deepen the connection between us like a language spoken without words. Her fingers clenched the bed sheets beneath her as breathless moans spilled from her lips. I pulled her up, guiding her body into a new position, a doggy style, my hands was firm and reverent as I held her close. Her breath hitched as I slid inside again, slow at first, savoring the way her body responded to mine. One hand traced the curve of her waist, moving upwards until my palm covered her breast, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest. My other hand traveled lower, squeezing her ass. In a swift motion, I tore her undies completely and threw it to the flow and then slid in again in a swift motion as a hot scream pleasurable moan left her l
Lucy’s POVI had always given him everything. Every single request Damien made from my late father’s pack, I had fulfilled without question. I never told Caleb or Shedrack, my brothers, about it. I did it willingly, out of love, out of duty as his wife. But today… Today, something inside me broke.“No, Damien,” I said, my voice steady. “I can’t do this anymore.”His sharp cold eyes lifted from the document he had placed in front of me, another request, another demand. I had lost count of how much he had taken from my father’s pack since we married. Resources, warriors, influence, I gave them all to him without a word. But I couldn’t anymore. This one request was too much. If I signed this, I would be handing over the last of what my father built.His expression darkened over his chiseled features. “Excuse me?” His voice held a dangerous edge, one I had grown too familiar with.I swallowed hard, but I refused to show any hint of fear. “I said no.”The silence stretched between us, thic
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