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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
Kael’s POVThe reflection of the morning light from the open window interrupted my sleep, its rays smiling against my closed eyelids. I groaned, rolling onto my side as I struggled to blink myself awake. My hand rubbed my tired eyes, while the other instinctively reached out across the bed, fingers trailing over the cool, empty sheets searching for her. A small frown formed between my brows as my hand searched further, moving over every corner I could reach until suddenly, I felt nothing.My eyes snapped open.I turned my head toward the side of the bed where she had laid last night, where her body had been pressed against me, where the scent of her skin had filled in the sheets. I inhaled it deeply and slowly.The way she had looked at me in the eyes while I was inside her, how she bit her lips seductively, how her breath hitched as my hands roamed her bare skin, how she had whispered my name in a voice so soft and sweet, how she had surrendered herself to me entirely.I exhaled sha
Kael’s POVEver since Georgia had left that day, memories of her was still fresh in my mind. I had searched for her everywhere. I’d passed by her house more times than I cared to admit, always leaving with the same disappointment. I haunted that damn club where we met, hoping she’d walk through the doors again, but she never did.Shortly, my door creaked open, revealing Lucy, my mistress. Lucy stepped. She is wearing a transparent fitted black dress, thin straps hugging her shoulders, the neckline plunging and showing her cleavage and part of her breast just enough to tempt the eye. “You’ve been different,” she said quietly, stepping closer. Her voice carried a softness. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”I said nothing.“I come here, and you barely look at me. You don’t touch me anymore… not like before.” Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached. I didn’t answer. When I didn’t respond, she moved closer, standing between my knees now, her body mere inches from
Georgia’s POVIt had taken more courage than I thought to leave ever since Damien and Patricia humiliated me, requesting for a polygamous marriage, but my father’s words had been the push I needed.“Come home,” he’d said over the phone, his voice steady yet warm. “My pack is your pack, always. No matter what happens with Damien, you’ll always have a place here.”I stood in my bedroom that night, surrounded by half-packed bags. For so long, I’d convinced myself that leaving wasn’t an option, that I had to stay and make things work, maybe accept Patricia as my co-wife. But seeing how my father showed me how welcomed I am to his pack, I knew the moon goddess has blessed me with such a loving father. He finally wanted me home.So I packed. Each piece of clothing folded into my suitcase while Damien was away for work.Ever since I got married to Damien, Damien had always found ways to keep me away from my family, always had a reason why I couldn’t visit my family. “Your place is with me,”
Georgia’s POVThe next day, I was woken up by the relentless ringing of my mobile phone. I have been oversleeping lately and I knew that was one of the symptoms of my pregnancy.Groaning softly, I reached over the phone, squinting at the screen. Damien’s name was flashing on the screen.Thirty missed calls.I hadn’t expected him to be this persistent. As if on cue, a message notification popped up. Hesitating for a moment, I tapped it open, only to find a flood of texts from Damien.‘You’re overreacting to this little thing. Come back home where you belong. Patricia and Liam’s presence shouldn’t threaten you. He’s your stepson, and as the future alpha, you should love him as your own. Patricia will be sharing our bed. If you don’t like that, you can take turns. But I can’t send her or Liam away, he is my blood. You need to understand that. I love you. The pack misses you too. Come back tonight. If you refuse, I’ll send my men to bring you back.” Those were his pathetic words from the
Georgia’s POVMy gown flowed effortlessly with every step, the silky fabric brushing against the stairs as I was climbing gently down stairs, making my way down to the pack hall where everyone was already enjoying their moments. Amelia was walking just behind me, her hands gently lifting the back of my dress so it wouldn’t catch on the steps.“You look stunning, my Luna,” she whispered softly.I smiled at her words. When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I paused for a moment. All the pack members were already gathering.The pack hall was alive with celebration. Everywhere I looked, people were laughing, dancing to the beating drums, and some were chatting happily with one another while holding cup of drinks as they gulped it all in excitement, requesting for more. Garlands of flowers of different colors hung around every corner of this building.Banners bearing our pack’s crest, the image of a silver wolf beneath a crescent moon were draped along the walls.Round tables li
Kael’s POVI was seated at the back seat of my luxurious black car, watching through the tinted glass as we approached the crowd gathering. The car moved slowly, carefully maneuvering through the sea of people whose excitement was clear in their eyes. My expression remained cold and unreadable as I observed.Some knelt with their palms pressed flat against the corner side of the road, while others hurried to lay their coats and shawls across the path ahead, creating a makeshift carpet. Fresh flower petals, white lilies and crimson roses rained gently against the car’s glass as pack members tossed them toward the vehicle in an offering of respect. Rendering praises.“May you live long, your reign has been a blessing. All hail…” It continuedI listened without reaction, my gaze steady as I observed their faces through the tinted window. Their reverence didn’t surprise me. I was the Lycan King, their overall ruler by blood and right. Their submission was expected, not something that need
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