Lucas' POV
"Does Josephine need blood transfer?" I stared at Josephine's private physician and asked. Doctor Eliant Jafar was in his mid-50s. He used to be my father's physician, and I trusted his expertise wholeheartedly. Doctor Jafar replied patiently, "Alpha, you have to understand. The diagnosis of a certain disease is a long, hard process. In Miss Solis' case, it's like a relationship.""What are you insinuating, doctor?" I frowned. I don't like it when someone refuses to give me a straightforward answer. Especially when this person is a doctor. Doctor Jafar adjusted himself in the chair, but he still looked very uncomfortable. "A relationship isn't a contract, Alpha. It's more like a negotiation. You need to make a lot of compromises. So is Miss Solis' diagnosis." I started to get more puzzled. "Are you trying to teach me something, doctor? Can I have a simple answer? Is Josephine sick or not?" "The simple answer is no. She isn't sick.""She doesn't need any blood transfer?" I snarled. "No, Alpha, she doesn't." Doctor Jafar shook his head decisively. "So why did you tell me that she needs a blood transfer?" My voice became dry. "Because Miss Solis asked me to do so. Just like what I've said, Alpha. Sometimes I have to compromise.""But you're a doctor! You aren't supposed to lie to me!" My voice was filled with venom. Doctor Jafar took off his glasses and put them on the table. His hands were trembling. "Alpha, Basil died in my arms. I watched his body turn cold and I couldn't do anything about it. I know I shouldn't have violated my ethics, but I really couldn't say no to Miss Solis when she asked me to fake her diagnosis." Doctor Jafar's voice was barely above a whisper. I sighed. I couldn't blame the good old doctor. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Nobody could say no to Jo. She was so vulnerable and hopeless after Basil's death. But still, Jo faked her condition to get my attention at Leah's expense. Leah found out about it, but she kept on giving her blood to Jo, knowing that she didn't need her blood at all.Why didn't Leah say anything to me? She didn't mention it to me. Not even once. If I knew what really happened, I would have done something to stop this exploitation, because this was absolutely wrong. After I returned to my study, I saw some files and folders lying on the table, all disorganized. Feeling bothered by this disarray, I called for the maids and asked why nobody had tidied up my study. One of the maids mumbled, "Sorry, Alpha. Luna... Sorry, I mean, Miss Lewyn used to tidy up this room. She labeled and classified everything."Upset and annoyed, I took a glance at the labels on the file folders. I had always thought Leah was illiterate, but to my surprise, her handwriting was beautiful and immaculate. Flickering through these labels, I pictured her sitting in front of this desk, carefully writing every letter while holding a pen in her delicate hand. Her facial expression was a bit serious, with her rosy pink cheeks. Her firm, round breasts were moving up and down along with the rhythm of her breath. I used to touch her breasts. They used to be mine. She used to be mine. Feeling defeated, I fell into the chair, stroking my hands through my hair. Whenever I feel emotional, I intend to distract myself by diving into work. But on that day, I felt it was impossible to concentrate on any paperwork. All of a sudden, nothing seemed to make sense to me at all. What happened to me? Why do I feel so disoriented? I have already rejected Leah. She meant nothing to me in the past, and she certainly means nothing to me now.My eyes were fixated on Leah's handwriting again.I touched those words with the tips of my fingers. I didn't know why I did it. It wasn't like I could feel Leah's temperature or anything. I stood up and stretched my legs. "Bring me the tuxedo for tonight's ball. I want to try it on." I said to the maids. They immediately looked panicked. "What?" I frowned. They looked at each other and said -"I'm sorry, Alpha. But Miss Lewyn was supposed to pick it up from the tailor.""We know there's no excuse, Alpha. We'll go there right now and pick it up for you!" Seriously? I waved and sent them away. Feeling all alone, I sighed and stood in front of the French window, looking at two swans floating in the lake, side by side.Swans mate for life. Together, they build a family together and stay with each other for the rest of their lives. There. It finally occurred to me -Nothing in my life would ever go right without Leah. Did I make a mistake by rejecting Leah? I took out my mobile, trying to look for her number. But it occurred to me that I didn't have her number on my mobile.I pressed the button on the table and my butler Sebastian picked it up. "Alpha, I'm at your service." "What's Leah's phone number?" "Sorry, Alpha. I'm afraid that Miss Lewyn's phone number hasn't been registered.""What? What do you have to do when you want to look for her?" The butler sounded confused, "Well, I would pronounce her name at a high volume of voice, Alpha. She's always in the house. She doesn't go anywhere."I was silent. Leah was waiting for me in this house, day and night. She was such a loyal wife to me."Alpha, may I ask what is your intention of looking for Miss Lewyn?" the butler asked. "Nothing. She doesn't have any money on her and she doesn't have a ride. I'm just wondering where the hell did she go?"The butler replied reluctantly, "Well, Alpha. I would like to reassure you by informing you that Miss Lewyn had already been picked up by a black limo.""A limo?" I didn't like where this conversation was heading. I didn't like it a bit. "Yes, Alpha. I saw several limos come just now and she got into one of them."More limos?"Did she get into the limo voluntarily?" I asked anxiously."Well, it's hard to tell, Alpha. Apparently, there was a gentleman sitting inside the limo. There was some physical contact between Miss Lewyn and this gentleman..."Five minutes after being rejected by me, Leah got into physical contact with another man?! "Was it an old man? Was he ugly? Was he an ugly old man?" I shoot out a string of questions. There was an awkward silent pause before the butler's answer. "Well, Alpha, it happened so fast, so I'm afraid I wasn't able to comment on this gentleman's age or appearance..."OK, so you're useless to me."Go tell Buck to look for her. Bring our finest soldiers to have a carpet search for this entire city. Search every corner. Search in the sewage if that's what it takes, I don't care. I need to find Leah right now!""OK... May I ask what is the nature of the search?"I knew the first rule of being Alpha was remaining unpredictable. I wasn't supposed to reveal any of my real thoughts to anyone. But on that day, after suppressing my anger for a whole day, I really couldn't hold it anymore. So, I let it all out by shouting at the speaker -"I don't need any nature of the search! My woman is gone with another man, and I have to look for her!""But... Alpha, if I may remind you... You have already rejected Miss Lewyn." "Stop talking, Seb!" I roared while knocking on the table. "I rejected her, but she's still my woman! And it doesn't explain why she's gone with another man!"Leah's POVThe Miami sun burned through the penthouse windows, a ruthless glare that made the glass shimmer like a fever dream. Eight years had carved lines into my soul, but my stride was sharp, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor of Liam's sprawling office. The place reeked of money—polished wood, leather, and the faint musk of power. I stormed in, my black suit clinging to me like armor, the fabric whispering threats I didn't need to voice. Liam, CEO of the biggest conglomerate on the east coast, sat behind his fortress of a desk, looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies, his tie askew, his face flushed with that boyish guilt he never could hide from me.I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. "William Joseph Pintard, you son of..." My words caught in my throat as a small, angel-faced boy poked his head out from under the desk, his wide eyes locking onto mine before he shrank back like a startled pup. My ra
Leah's POVThe moon hung low, a sullen bruise in the sky, casting its pale judgment over the stone walls of Lucian's study. Its light slithered through the high windows, pooling on the floor where I stood, my swollen belly heavy under my dress, a reminder of the life I carried and the debts I owed. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and wax, and I felt the weight of every step I'd taken to get here, each one a defiance of the exhaustion that clawed at my bones. My father, Lucian, sat behind his desk, his broad shoulders hunched over a sprawl of documents, his face carved with lines of weariness and resolve. The room hummed with the quiet authority of his presence, a king who wore his crown like a shackle.I didn't speak at first, just let my gaze drift over the shelves, the maps pinned to the walls, the faint glint of a dagger resting on a side table. My heart thudded, a traitor in my chest, as I remembered the last time I'd stood in a room like this wit
Lycidas' POVThe morning light seeped through the narrow windows of the chamber, its pale fingers clawing at the stone walls, casting a dim glow that felt more like a shroud than a blessing. I stood there, cloaked in shadow, my breath a quiet snarl in my chest, the beast within pacing its cage. Finn was before me, his back turned, gazing out as if the world beyond held some answer I'd never given him. He didn't hear me approach - my footsteps were a predator's whisper, honed from years of stalking prey through moonlit forests and blood-soaked battles.As I closed the distance, he turned his head, and I caught the flicker in his eyes - relief, perhaps, or a fool's hope. His lips parted, the ghost of a smile tugging at them, but before it could fully bloom, I struck. My claws, sharp as moonlight on steel, tore through his chest with a wet, ripping sound. Blood bloomed like dark flowers across his shirt, vivid and cruel against the white fabric, spreading as if eager to c
Leah's POVI stepped out of Redwood Mansion, the heavy doors groaning shut behind me like a beast drawing its last ragged breath. The moon hung low and vicious in the sky, its bloody light spilling over the battlefield, painting the carnage in shades of rust and shadow. The air reeked of death - smoke curling thick and acrid, blood pooling in the dirt, the metallic tang clawing at my throat. Before me, the crowd shuffled through the wreckage, their faces hollowed out by exhaustion, hands stained red as they hauled bodies and hacked at the earth. Some wailed, others worked in silence, but all moved like ghosts trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake from. My hand drifted to my swollen belly, fingers trembling against the faint kick of life inside me. It was the only thing tethering me to this fucked-up world.A sudden blur of motion snapped my head up, and I froze as two massive shapes lunged out of the haze. Direwolves - huge, hulking bastards with eyes like burning
Leah's POVThe darkness clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I lay crumpled in that cursed cage. Pain gnawed at my bones, a relentless beast that had long since made a home in my flesh. My left eye was swollen shut, a throbbing reminder of Magda's fists, but I forced the right one open, squinting through the haze of blood and exhaustion. That's when I saw him - Lucas. He stormed into the room like a thunderclap, tall and handsome, his presence a jagged blade slicing through my despair. Majestic, he was, even with that chrome-colored mechanical arm glinting cruelly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the flesh I'd once known.He didn't hesitate. That gleaming arm shot out, fingers wrapping tight around Magda's throat, squeezing until her gasps rasped against the silence. With his other foot, he smashed the cage door open, the metal shrieking as it bent under his fury. I flinched at the sound, my body tensing out of habit, but then his eyes found m
Leah's POVI opened my eyes to a nightmare carved into my own flesh. My skin was ulcerating, sores splitting open like overripe fruit, weeping pus and blood across my arms, my legs, my chest. The stench hit me first - rotting meat, sour and thick, clogging my throat - but there was no pain. No sting, no burn, just a cold, creeping numbness that pinned me down like chains. I tried to move, to claw my way out of this decaying shell, but my limbs wouldn't answer. My body was a traitor, a cage of meat and bone, and I was trapped inside it.In front of me, Leo thrashed under the grip of a naked werewolf - a hulking, beastly thing, more monster than man, its matted fur streaked with filth. His bloodshot eyes locked onto mine, wild and desperate, pleading for something I couldn't give. Through our Mindlink, his voice rasped into my skull, faint and final - "I'm dead now. You will be the next, sister."The words sank into me like teeth, tearing at the last threads of ho