Georgia’s POVLater that night, the low hum of my laptop was the only sound in the room as I stared at the rejection email on the screen for what felt like the hundredth time. I was back in the same cycle. The same bitter feeling, the same sense of defeat. I had applied for the visa to the Lycan kingdom again, and just like the last time, the result was the same. Denied.Each rejection felt more personal than the last, as though the door I was trying so desperately to open was being slammed in my face, over and over. It stung, but it wasn’t new. I had grown used to it.I rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration building inside me. It was late, well past midnight but sleep didn’t seem like an option. How could it, with everything I was trying to juggle? The Lycan kingdom felt so far out of reach, and yet it was all I could think about. I had hoped things might change this time, but hope had let me down again.Just as I was about to close the laptop and force
Georgia’s POV I didn’t wait for Leah’s questions.Didn’t wait for her to follow, didn’t care about the confusion in her eyes or the way her hand had reached out, brushing air instead of my arm. The look she gave me as I stormed out was a mixture of concern, but my heart was racing too fast to process it. All I knew was that I needed to get home now.By the time Leah made it outside, I was already gone. The cab tyres screeched as the driver pulled away.I flung the door open the moment I reached home, my breath ragged as I rushed inside.“Ruth!” I called out as I entered her room. “Where are they? Where are my kids?”She appeared almost instantly from down the hallway, her face pale, her eyes shadowed with worry.“They’ve been running a high fever,” she said, “I tried to manage it but this isn’t ordinary. We need to take them to the hospital.”A million possibilities shot through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. I just nodded as we carried the twins, barely conscious,
Georgia’s POVThe door creaked open with a hush of footsteps, and the doctor stepped in. His eyes found mine immediately. I held my breath, clutching the thin hospital blanket closer to my chest as though it could shield me from the weight of his words.“We’re preparing for the transfusion now,” he began, his voice calm but brisk. “Both your babies will be taken in shortly.”My throat went dry, my heart twisting painfully in my chest. “Is the blood ready?” I asked, my voice barely more than a rasp.He nodded, and then almost as an afterthought, he added, “A man called earlier. He arranged everything. He made the full payment for the procedures, and he even provided the blood bags.”I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What? What man?” My words tumbled out in a rush, breathless and tight.The doctor tilted his head slightly. “He didn’t give a name. Only said he was a Good Samaritan.”A Good Samaritan. My brows furrowed in disbelief. That sounded like something out of a storybook, too
Georgia’s POVThe door creaked open, and my heart clenched in my chest. I shot to my feet instinctively, my hands trembling at my sides. It was the doctor. His eyes softened as they met mine. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.“It was a success,” he said, his voice warm, almost carrying relief. “The transfusion went smoothly for both Nathaniel and Nathalie.”A breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding escaped me in a shaky exhale. My knees nearly gave out, and I had to grab the back of the chair to steady myself. Tears sprang to my eyes, blurring his face.“Thank God…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Ruth, who had been silently sitting at the edge of the waiting area, clasped her hands tightly against her chest and murmured a quiet prayer of gratitude.“You can see them now,” the doctor added with a gentle nod. “They’re resting, but they’ll be fine.”I swallowed back the tightness in my throat and followed him, my steps quick, almost desperate. Ruth was right behind me, her pace h
Georgia’s POVLater that day, I made my way back Leah’s house, hesitating on her porch with my hand poised above the doorbell. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and pressed the bell.Almost immediately, I heard her footsteps hurrying inside, then the soft creak of the door swinging open. Leah’s face lit up the moment she saw me, her smile wide and easy, like I belonged there.“There you are!” she said, stepping aside to let me in. She led me to the living room. We settled on the couch, and Leah poured us each a cup of tea. She watched me closely over the rim of her mug, her eyes soft but curious.“So,” she began gently, “how are your little ones doing?”I felt my throat tighten at the question. My gaze dropped to my hands, fingers twisting nervously around the teacup. “They’re… they’re okay,” I said quietly. “Better, I think.”Leah tilted her head, her expression full of quiet concern. “I’ve been meaning to ask. You’ve never really mentioned much about them befor
Georgia’s POV“I should call Ruth,” I said, more to myself than to Leah. My fingers were already searching for my phone. “She’s the caregiver. She’s been with my kids since…” My voice trailed off, but Leah nodded like she understood the gaps in my sentence. “Call her,” Leah encouraged, her tone soft but urging. “Let’s make this happen.”I found Ruth’s number and hit the dial using Leah’s phone. The phone rang twice before Ruth answered, her familiar, warm voice pouring through the speaker. “Hello?”“Ruth,” I breathed, my words rushing out before I lost my nerve. “It’s me.”“Everything alright?” she asked, instantly alert. She always worried when I called at odd times of the day.I swallowed hard. “Yes. Well, actually, better than alright.” I glanced at Leah, who watched me with quiet encouragement. “Listen, I need you to get prepared. Pack up the kids’ things. I’m coming to pick you all up.”There was a beat of stunned silence on the other end. “You’re… coming?” she repeated, her vo
Georgia’s POVI never thought the day would come when I’d finally walk out of that suffocating apartment with my children in my arms. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through me as I stood outside Damien and Lucy’s apartment, watching Ruth haul the last of the luggage into the trunk. “Nathaniel, Natalie,” I called softly, bending to brush their hair back from their foreheads as their little feet clung to me and Leah. They had just recently started walking“Just a little longer, my loves. We’re almost free.”Leah stood by my side, she had insisted on coming, and I was grateful beyond words. She didn’t know Damien or Lucy personally had only heard the bitter stories I’d forced out of myself between tears and sleepless nights but that didn’t matter. The moment she stepped into this mess, she made it clear: she was in my corner.“Don’t worry,” Leah murmured to me, her voice sharp as steel wrapped in silk. “They won’t hurt you. Not while I’m here.”Ruth p
Georgia’s POVI never expected her to pull into the shopping mall.We were halfway to her house when Leah suddenly flicked on her turn signal, smooth as though she had planned it all along. I looked at her, a question in my eyes, but she only smiled, a soft, knowing curve of her lips that instantly made me feel like I was the one missing something obvious.“I thought we’d pick up a few things for the twins,” she said, her voice casual but warm. “Nathaniel and Nathalie deserve a few surprises.”Her words settled over me. For a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of chaos, and I had gotten used to carrying the weight alone. Yet here she was, reaching into my life with such natural ease, thinking about my babies as if they were her own concern too.I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her a small nod. “All right,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though a quiet swell of emotion already rippled through my chest.The mall’s bright ligh
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