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
Lucy’s POVI woke up the next day with a heaviness in my chest, as if the night’s misgivings had seeped into my bones. I set out, determined to meet the man to whom I owed some money for a job well done. The agreed meeting spot was a lonely, desolate corner, a forgotten building. He had threatened me the last time and I didn’t want him to cause me any trouble.I reached the spot where he waited, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness was as unmistakable as the dark lines carved into his weathered face. He leaned casually against a graffitied wall, his eyes cold and calculating as they met mine. With trembling fingers, I retrieved the envelope from my bag. I set the envelope down on the grimy concrete between us. His gaze moved over it, and then he spoke in a low, menacing tone: “You’re lucky to have paid.” His voice was devoid of any warmth, and as he continued, “If not, I’d have made sure everyone knew your little secret,” each word struck me like a blow. His threat was clear, and
Georgia’s POVKael stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. The deep charcoal fabric hugged his body perfectly. Beside him, Rebecca, his newly appointed personal assistant, stood poised, her blouse tucked neatly into a sleek pencil skirt. Kael turned slightly, catching my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m heading to the office,” he announced, his voice smooth yet authoritative.I nodded, watching as he and Rebecca walked toward the door and they left. I sank into the plush couch before reaching for the remote. As soon as I turned on the television, the news channel flashed across the screen, and my heart nearly stopped at what I saw.There she was, Lucy, my step-sister, her face plastered across the screen like a criminal in a wanted poster.The headline read: “BREAKING NEWS: LUCY EXPOSED!”It felt surreal, almost like a dream, but the reporter’s voice confirmed the reality of what I was witnessing.“…Shocking revelations about Lucy have surfaced, lead
Lucy’s POVMoments later, I stepped into the garden, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as I pressed the phone against my ear. My fingers curled into a fist at my side, nails digging into my palm as the call rang. Once, twice, then a click.“Hello?” His voice was as indifferent as ever, a cold, distant tone that only fueled my rage.“You bastard,” I hissed through gritted teeth, barely able to contain myself. “You sold me out!”There was silence on the other end, a pause as if he were giving me the chance to compose myself. I didn’t want composure. “I paid you,” I snarled. “I made sure you had everything you asked for. And you still went and did this? Why? Why would you expose my secret?”His sigh was slow, almost bored. “Watch your tone.”A short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. “Watch my tone?” I repeated, incredulous. “You think you have the right to tell me how to speak after what you’ve done?”“You forget yourself,” he said smoothly, as if he was scolding a child. “If you
Kael’s POVThe house was lively than usual asI stepped into the welcoming giggles of my kids from the building.The office had drained me, my mind clouded with never-ending decisions and problems that seemed to have no solution. It was indeed a hectic day. Pushing open the door, the sight that met my eyes brought a momentary pause to the exhaustion. Georgia was with my twins, her face softened as she interacted with them. The two small babies giggled and shrieked to her plays.“Ruth, prepare the kids’ meal,” Georgia said, straightening up as soon as she noticed my presence.The caregiver, Ruth, nodded, giving the children a warm smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Georgia, however, remained smiling as she approached.I didn’t acknowledge her immediately. Instead, I sighed, walked over to the couch, and sank into it, my hands running through my hairs. The silence between us stretched only for some minutes before she broke the silence.“Did you see the news?”I exhaled sharply,
Georgia’s POVI stood frozen as Kael spoke. “I don’t have much time left,” he added. Kael let out a slow breath before looking up at me, his eyes softer than I had ever seen them. “I’ve been diagnosed with an incurable disease,” he said, and just like that, the air was knocked out of my lungs.I stayed calm. I knew all this so I wasn’t shocked.“I’ve known for a while now,” he continued, watching me carefully. “That’s why I adopted the kids. I wanted to make sure they had someone, someone who would love them, protect them. Someone who wouldn’t leave them alone in this world. And I wanted an heir in my name”I stepped forward. I tried to speak but no words came. He shook his head, silencing me with a look. “You are the only family they have now. And you…” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You are the only person I trust with them.” He stepped closer, standing in front of me.“They need you,” he said and took another step closer. “And I need you to love them as if they we
Georgia’s POVKael was now lying down in the coma bed.I sat beside him as I reached for his hand. It was cold, lifeless in my grip. My chest ached, and my eyes burned from the tears that had been pouring. My vision blurred as I looked at his face. It was pale and still. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sign that he was still here, still alive.“Kael,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on his hand. “Please, please open your eyes.”My tears fell onto the hospital sheets, darkening the pristine fabric. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.“It’s me, Georgia,” I continued, choking on my words. “I’m your wife. I remembered everything. Every little piece about us.”I sniffled, brushing my free hand against my wet cheeks. My other hand remained wrapped around his, unwilling to let go.“I remember, Kael,” I whispered. “I remember everything now,” I confessed. “The pregnancy I once had… they were your babies.”A fresh sob wracked my body as I squeezed his fin
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
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