Alexandra’s POV
It was Saturday afternoon. Still shaken by my recent encounter with Mirabel, I was in no mood for anything. Samantha gave me the update and, as quietly as she could, confirmed what I already feared: Mirabel had lost the pup. I closed my eyes and let the word “miscarriage” hang in silence. I knew I hadn’t pushed her; I knew she was a snake—but the pup was innocent, and I grieved. I could only imagine how Leo felt. He had always dreamed of pups. I was dressed in a comfy loose t‑shirt and sweatpants, eating ice cream and watching a rom‑com series to distract myself. The doorbell rang. It was 4 pm, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door. Sebastian was standing there, dashing, dressed in a black tuxedo and a crisp white shirt , hair perfectly styled, signature mischief sparks in his brown eyes, and wearing that wide smile. The prince charming. If I didn’t know his perAlexandra's POV He didn’t let me even breathe when the fight ended. Still naked, body flushed from the arena, drenched in dirth and blood, Sebastian scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me straight to our suite. He kicked the door shut behind us, lips brushing my temple, but instead of the bedroom, he dropped me on the wide lounge sofa. The light grey sofa hot stained from dirth and blood, but he did not care. For a moment, I thought he’d devour me, but instead, he slowed everything down. His mouth grazed mine, then pulled back, teasing. His hands were everywhere — heavy on my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they ached — then gone, leaving me trembling and arching into nothing. “Sebastian…” I whispered, begging already. He smirked, his lips tracing down my throat, over my collarbone, kissing low across my stomach, then veering off to my hip, never wh
Alexandra’s POV I was trying to listen to my lecture, but my mind was already far away at the arena. "Are you alright?" Marco whispered. "Yeah, just having issues with one girl who’s obsessed with my boyfriend," I said, since I couldn’t really tell a human the truth about the challenge. He looked visibly disappointed but only whispered, "If you need any help, let me know. I’m here for you." "Thank you," I whispered, genuinely grateful, and we both tried to focus on the lecture. Time dragged unbearably slow, the whole day a blur until I finally reached home and changed into leggings and a top. It was 4:40 p.m. My heart was pounding—only twenty minutes until the fight, and I wasn’t sure if I’d come out alive, let alone victorious. The door creaked open, and Sebastian wrapped his arms around me, kissing me fiercely.
Laura's POV I wasn’t in heels this time — just a pair of ripped jeans and boots, hair pulled back messy because I didn’t ceremony for this meeting. It felt good, in a way, to be stripped of the performance; rawer, meaner. Anger tasted like iron at the back of my throat. Every laugh Nick had with her, every careless touch, burned a little hole through me. Jealousy wasn't soft for me — it claws and snarls. I wanted him to watch her crumble. The thought made me smile hard and ugly, a smile I didn’t bother hiding. Twisted satisfaction settled cold in my ribs: I’d taken the first step, paid the price, and already imagined the faces of those who’d called me weak, childish, a spoiled brat when I would wear a crown. Let them choke on their surprise when Lunaris and Royal Pack fell, and I stood above the ruins, crown heavy and perfect.I stood in the woods, glancing around to make sure I wasn’t being followed. I turned sharply when I heard the rustle of leaves and, with a
Sebastian’s POV After a night full of passionate lovemaking and a stellar wake-up with Alexandra's mouth wrapped around me, I was grinning wide, fully gratified, while scrolling options online to book a romantic dinner set-up on the beach. I paused on a picture, instantly picturing Alex under that glowing canopy with swaying sheer white curtains and the ocean waves just beyond us. A private dinner on the beach lit only by lanterns and candles—it felt like the perfect way to steal her away and finally propose her. That was it. Perfect. I booked it for tomorrow night. I moved to my emails, checking and replying one by one, and suddenly, I froze. I had to travel tomorrow to be personally present for the bidding on an important project. My assistant had already booked my flights and a hotel. I was deeply disappointed. I used to travel a lot, but now my heart clenched at the thought of being away from Alex. Ma
Alexandra’s POVIn the woods, we practised moving objects and shooting fireballs.“You’re improving, Alex,” Eilyul praised. “Yesterday it took us ages to summon the wind, but today you picked it up really fast.”I beamed like a little schoolgirl who’d just been given a candy.“But we need to train—much more. There’s so much you’ve yet to discover,” Eilyul said, her tone suddenly serious.I took her words seriously. Between my classes, my work, my newly formed relationship, and the Luna ceremony planning, my plate was overflowing—and I was supposed to start Luna’s tasks soon, too.“I know, my dear,” Eilyul softened. “But you’re smart and strong. You can do it.”She added playfully, “And please, go teach your mate a few lessons as well. I know he’s a possessive big bad lycan, but you’re not a baby, and you can choose who to be friends with.”
Alexandra’s POVI walked into the art school in a two-piece embroidered set, the soft fabric swaying with every step. My long ginger curls spilled down my back, and I felt the curious weight of stares from some of the werewolf students—after all, to them I was the future princess and soon-to-be Luna of the most desirable bachelor in the werewolf kingdom. For once, I wasn’t just a student—I was royalty stepping into the world of arts. Human students stared too; some had seen articles about my paintings or attended my exhibitions. Some gazes were admiring, others filled with jealousy.I felt a little uncomfortable, my cheeks flushing as I still wasn’t used to the spotlight. But I knew I needed to gain confidence and get used to it.A tall, broad-shouldered guy with sun-kissed hair and piercing eyes strode up to me, his presence impossible to ignore. Dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt that emphasized his build, he gave off an easy confidence as h