Se connecterAlexander’s POV
“I need you to keep in close contact. Ensure that you know every detail of her day, from the packhouse to outside of the pack. I want everything on her movement. Is that clear?” I barked at the guard.
Evelyn’s POV“Have you heard the news?” Peter burst into the office, panting heavily.I arched a brow, “What news?”He took in a sharp breath, “It’s chaotic, my lady. The silver merchants in the market were raided today and the officials carted away with excess silver that had been stored beyond the regulated quantity each merchant should have. The pack is in total uproar.”&n
Evelyn’s POV“How do you expect to guard the pack when you are so weak with your handling?” I questioned the trainees. “You need to keep a perfect stance. Get your wolf to align with you and not give in to the pain. You need to be ready to fight whenever it comes to you. Which means you can’t back out just because it aches.”A restrained groan escaped their lips. I ignored it and moved around checking each duo combating each other. Today’s training is all about controlled pain resistance. I had each warrior's arm restrained with a steel that makes it hard to move around while the other is free to use. A necessary tactic to possess just in case we all have to fig
Alexander’s POV“I need you to keep in close contact. Ensure that you know every detail of her day, from the packhouse to outside of the pack. I want everything on her movement. Is that clear?” I barked at the guard.He bowed obediently. “Yes, Alpha.”“Also I want only your trusted men. Do not hand this job over to people you can’t trust. I want a list of the people assigned to this task. No one else must know about this.”
Evelyn’s POV“He is ridiculous. I really don’t want to talk about him.” I hissed into the phone.Liora laughed heartily on the other end. “I am very sure you want to talk about it. Maybe not talk exactly, but at least rant. If not, you wouldn’t be on this call.”I huffed tiredly. “You know me so well,”“It is why we are soul sisters. So talk to
Alexander’s POV “What were you discussing with Evelyn for so long?” I questioned Marcus as I pushed his door open. He quirked a brow. “What did I do this time? You need to tone down your insecurity.” “I am not insecure, you moron. You are the one who doesn’t know how to keep to yourself. What did she say to you?” I inquired, gripping the head of the chair in front of me. I had watched them talk in low voices at such close proximity that it had me too curious to want to know what it was they were discussing to that extent. Not even my enhanced hearing as an Alpha could allow it. It felt as if the communication was blocked off oddly. “She just needed me to pay attention to the outcomes of all the plans that we have made. That is all. I don’t know why you are so paranoid.” Marcus replied. “I am not paranoid. I just want to know why she will tell you something and not me. You saw clearly that she was ignoring me, didn’t you?” He raised his head and eyeballed me. “I really can’
Evelyn’s POV“Is everything okay?” Marcus asked as we walked down the hall.I didn’t say anything until we were outside in the field where I could whisper and be sure not one would hear us. I fished out the threat note that I had found in front of my room this morning and stretched it out to him. Mira was the one who saw it when she was coming to attend to me. The note had made me late for the meeting. The words were written in the stale blood of a dead animal. One can tell from the rotten smell that the paper emitted.
Evelyn’s POV “Are you okay?” Cassian asked quietly, his voice cutting through the stunned silence of the hall as his silver eyes searched my face.I drew a steady breath, the adrenaline still thrumming in my veins. “Yes,” I said, my tone calm and certain. “I’m fine.”Cassian nodded once, then turn
Evelyn’s POVScarlett recovered from the shattered glass quickly, her shock twisting into a venomous smile as the hall's attention settled on us."Well," she said, voice loud enough to carry, "look who decided to play dress-up. Still clinging to delusions of grandeur, Evelyn?"I didn't flinch. "And
Evelyn’s POVIn six months, I had compressed what most heirs took a year—or longer—to master.I had trained day and night, including strategy sessions, patrols and grueling sparring matches that left my muscles aching. But it was worth the effort, because I had transformed. I was no longer the qu
Alexander’s POVI stared at the divorce agreement on my desk, the stamped “REJECTED” glaring back at me like a personal insult. If the committee hadn’t called me yesterday to ask why we were trying to dissolve our marriage, I never would have known Evelyn had tricked me into signing it. Tricked m







