Third person's POV"Dad, hearing your voice still so strong, I feel relieved."Ambrose's unhurried voice echoed from the living room.He had visited a few times over the years, only to be asked out each time.He was mindful of his dignity and didn't want to come, then. But today, his assertive attitude made the guards hesitate to act too boldly.Everyone knew he was, after all, the only son of
Third person's POVZander, acting as if nothing was amiss, supported Alpha Elliott with a considerate expression on his face, "Grandpa, Ambrose is right. Whether you acknowledge me or not, it doesn't change the fact that we are family through and through.""Exactly. Ambrose was indeed too impulsive back then. He has known his mistake for years, and today he came especially to apologize. Please forgive him," Phoebe added.Look at this dual attack, playing the family card. Today's visitors clearly came prepared.
Third person's POVAndrea's words nearly drove Ambrose mad.The Andrea of the past always spoke to him with caution, not like now, where every word stung.Ambrose was doubting whether this woman's tongue could be so sharp.What was even more critical was that Ambrose always cherished Phoebe's hard childhood. But when Andrea spoke so specifically, Ambrose immediately felt uneasy with his hand holding Phoebe's waist.
Alpha Elliott's POVZander's words hung in the air, and even Truman Watson, the butler, couldn't help but look up at the audacious illegitimate grandson.Without waiting for me to speak, Zander continued on his own accord, "Speaking of which, Grandpa, you are very biased. It's clear that Ambrose loved Phoebe. And you not only stopped Phoebe from joining the Black Thorn Pack, but you also refused to acknowledge my bloodline, branding me as a bastard for people to insult and mock. Meanwhile, Derek, an accident that should never have been born, received all your favor and the position of Alpha. Isn't that unfair to me?"
Tabitha's POVFacing my questioning, Zander's eyes and brows were filled with the smile of success, like a werewolf warrior who had finally won a battle and avenged his honor."Tabitha, don't worry. Derek and I share the same blood. I wouldn't hurt him. I went there to save him, but he was severely injured and is still being treated."Zander exuded the unique scent of a werewolf, a mix of wildness and strength."What happened to him? Where is he now?"
Tabitha's POVZander had revealed entirely his true colors, making no effort to conceal his arrogance.Compared to Derek's composure, there was a world of difference between them.He walked up to me step by step and extended his hand, "Tabitha, nice to meet you."Faced with his ill-intentioned gaze, I did not extend my hand and simply passed by him.Then I supported Alpha Elliott, "Grandpa, le
Andrea's POVThe management of the Greenwood Group underwent a seismic shift.That day, as Zander walked out of the study with Truman following behind, his expression was more than triumphant.However, I was suddenly entangled in this complicated love triangle.I didn't even have time to care about Zander.Phoebe started causing trouble. And Ambrose, for the sake of his so-called machismo, gri
Tabitha's POVI wasn't clear on the situation with Alpha Elliott, but it was evident that Zander already considered the Black Thorn Pack his possession.In the world of werewolves, the desire for power often drives individuals to take various actions."Ms. Sarat, you and my father have long rejected each other. Technically, you no longer belong to the Black Thorn Pack. The Black Thorn Pack has supported you for so many years, fulfilling their duty. Now that Phoebe is back, she is the legitimate Mrs. Greenwood and the former Luna. If I were you, I would lea
It wasn't until the bamboo flute's melody faded completely that Misha collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.She felt as though she'd lost half her life force, every ounce of strength drained from her body.Initially planning to leave the next day, Misha fell ill that very night.Delirious and raving, she was swallowed by confusion.Back at their quarters, Rolf returned with a face flushed with excitement, eager to recount yesterday's events to Alvin in vivid detail.Gesturing wildly, he said, "You should've seen it—spectacular! Those snakes came pouring in from every direction, like something out of a horror movie. It gave me the creeps just watching."Alvin listened, his brow furrowing with each passing word.Recalling Alma's parting words— "See that you behave" —a nagging sense of unease settled in his stomach. Misha's illness felt anything but coincidental."What're you thinking?" Rolf asked, noti
Rolf was so focused on escaping that he barely had time to marvel at the spectacle unfolding before him."If this isn't a nightmare, I don't know what is", he thought, sprinting for his life.He knew if he fell, he'd be bitten to death by the venomous snakes.Never in his life had Rolf run so fast. He sprinted in the direction of the sound, desperation lending him strength.Up ahead, perched in a peach tree like a guardian angel, sat Hedwig.Her tiny fingers danced over a bamboo flute, its melody ringing in the charged air.To Rolf and Misha, however, the "ding-dong" notes felt like a death knell tolling ever closer.Snakes swarmed from all directions like a rising tide. Rolf knew if this kept up, they'd both end up as snake fodder.Panic clawed at his throat. Without a word to Misha, he unceremoniously dumped her onto the ground.Misha was still disoriented when she was roughly thrown to the ground. Before she could rea
"Agreed," Alvin replied. The memory of Hedwig's earlier glare at Misha sent a shiver down his spine.He had a foreboding that Misha might already be in Hedwig's crosshairs.Given that this was Hedwig's home turf, Alvin worried their group might not stand a chance in a confrontation.This added a layer of anxiety to an already tense situation.Meanwhile, Tabitha remained fast asleep, a serene smile playing on her lips.After a short play with the fawn, a pigeon flew in from outside the cave and landed on Hedwig's shoulder, cooing softly. Hedwig paused at the sound, glancing at Tabitha still lost in slumber.With a moment of hesitation, she quietly rose and tiptoed away, not wanting to disturb Tabitha's rest.Misha, who had always sailed through life with ease, had encountered her greatest challenge in the form of unrequited love.Ever since Derek had rescued her, she had vowed to marry him when she grew up.Throughout her
Hedwig nodded understandingly, her face lighting up with innocent joy.She carefully lowered herself onto the lawn and gently pressed a sweet kiss to Tabitha's cheek, her movements as delicate as a butterfly's wings.Her movements were incredibly gentle, for fear of disturbing Tabitha.Then, she sat quietly by the pool, watching butterflies dance around them—a scene so serene it could have been plucked from a masterpiece painting.Tabitha's exhaustion overwhelmed her, her eyelids growing heavier by the second until she drifted into a deep sleep by the pool's edge.Her long, silk-like hair cascaded down, and without her mask, her porcelain skin glowed.Compared to before, she seemed even more beautiful now, like a sleeping fairy, radiating an enchanting charm.Hedwig stayed by her side without disturbing Tabitha, quietly gathering herbs nearby with focused and skillful movements.The forest creatures adored her—a faw
Misha watched Tabitha and Alma walk away, her anger flaring up again.She glared at the back of Tabitha's head and instinctively touched her red cheek.Growing up, she had never been treated like this. The humiliation filled her heart with resentment."Once Derek's poison is neutralized, I'll make them pay", she vowed silently.Alban, seeing the hatred in Misha's eyes, felt a chill.He knew Misha's background—her family's influence was no secret. He'd brought her here out of concern for Derek's blood type.Having watched Misha and Derek grow up, he was well aware of their temperaments.Given Misha's current state, he feared she would cause more trouble.So, he tried to persuade her again, "Look, things are under control here. It's not proper for a young lady like you to stay. I'll have someone escort you out.""I'm not leaving, Dr. Weaver. I'm staying to take care of Derek!" Misha said stubbornly, turning her head
Misha's eyes welled up the moment she saw Derek awake. She lunged toward him, crying, "I've been so worried!"Derek sidestepped her embrace instinctively and said coolly, "I'm fine. I've delayed you long enough. I need to stay for treatment; you should head back."Misha's jaw dropped in shock.Misha had traveled so far and gone through so much, only to hear Derek tell her to leave as soon as he woke up."I need to care for you—your eyesight's impaired. I've already taken leave," she pleaded."You'll be fine. Rolf and Alvin are here. It's not convenient for you, a young woman, to stay," Derek insisted.Misha stamped her foot in frustration. "What's inconvenient about it? You're not married, and neither am I. Remember when we were on missions together? We took care of each other then, didn't we?"Alma happened to pass by and overhear the conversation, finally realizing that Misha had been the one making advances all along.
Derek jolted awake after an hour of sleep.In a daze, sensing someone beside him, he instinctively pulled them into his arms, exclaiming, "Tabitha, you came for me."Alvin sighed, "Alpha Derek, it's me."Derek fumbled blindly in the air, urgency lacing his voice, "Where's Tabitha? Where did she go?""You were dreaming again," Alvin explained patiently."A dream?" Derek frowned, confusion washing over him.But why did the dream feel so real? So real that he could almost feel the give of Tabitha's skin, recall the touch of her body, and even remember the warmth of her flesh. Her voice still seemed to linger in his ears."Tabitha's probably miles away. She couldn't be here," Alvin added.Derek's heart sank, the joy from moments ago replaced by emptiness. It felt as though he'd found his most precious treasure, only to realize it was just a dream.He bowed his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Right, how could I rea
At Derek's words, Tabitha was suddenly reminded of his words from years ago, when he had said the person in his dreams was her.She couldn't help but wonder what exactly this scoundrel had done to her in his dreams."Tabitha, hold me," Derek pleaded like a petulant child.Tabitha recalled the early days of their marriage. Back then, Derek was reticent and self-absorbed in bed, rarely showing any emotion or expressing his feelings.She often doubted whether he even liked her, if not for the fact that his actions left her bedridden the next day.Derek had locked all his emotions in an airtight box, allowing no one to peek inside.But over the years, their dynamics had done a complete turnaround.Now, Tabitha buried her feelings deep within, becoming cold and distant, while Derek had transformed into someone unrecognizably vulnerable and open.At this moment, Derek was like an overly affectionate, enthusiastic dog, intimately fami
Tabitha was deeply focused on listening to Derek's heartbeat. Irritated by his question, she simply hushed him with a "Shh" and said, "Don't talk." Her attention was entirely on his heart rate. She had no intention of being distracted by others.After finishing with his heartbeat, Tabitha gently pried open Derek's eyelids for a closer look.His pupils were dull and lifeless, making it impossible to assess the internal damage with the naked eye.It seemed that only after administering the antidote and conducting a professional examination outside could they determine the extent of the eye damage.Tabitha silently resolved that if they could just detoxify him, there would be hope for the gradual recovery of his other organs.At Tabitha's "Shh," Derek obediently fell silent.Despite feeling as though he were in a dream, he cherished this fleeting moment, thinking that even an extra minute with Tabitha would give him more memories to hold onto i