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Author: C.ELLICA
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-31 12:09:01

Gregor POV

The moon bled out of the sky and the world went gray—too gray for comfort. My wolf churned beneath my skin the entire night, pacing the edge of my bones like an animal that knew the hunt hadn’t ended. I thought it was nerves. I thought it was habit. I thought a lot of things that were easy to tell myself.

Near dawn, while the cottage still slept under Nonna’s stubborn hearth, I heard it: soft at first, the way a predator pads in the dark—footsteps on the path, careful, practiced. Not the clumsy tread of villagers. Not the heavy thud of my pack’s patrols. Precise. Silent. Wrong.

My hand tightened on the whittling wood until my knuckles whitened. The hair on my arms lifted. I listened for anything else and the world narrowed to sound: breath, a rustle of fabric, a blade whispering from a sleeve. They were close enough to taste.

They moved as a single shadow, spidering over the back balcony like knives in human skin. My head snapped toward the door the second the floorboard br
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  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   38

    A few days later.The move happened faster than I thought. One day, I was still reeling from my father’s smug smile in the council, the next I was being “escorted” with all the pomp and drama of a spoiled royal bride-to-be. The royal court bought every ounce of it—Margaux’s diamond tiara gleaming, Sugar trailing behind me with her clipboard, and Alpha Gregor stalking at my side like the world’s most unwilling bodyguard.The separate royal villa for the future princess itself was obscene. Tall glass windows, sprawling gardens, endless corridors lined with art that probably cost more than the entirety of my childhood home. I almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was—me, Marigold, the twin who was nearly poisoned out of existence, now walking marble floors like some princess.Of course, I didn’t let the awe show. I put on my Margaux-act the moment we stepped inside.“Hmm,” I sniffed, flicking my wrist like the chandeliers offended me. “This villa will do. But only if my private ch

  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   37

    The king’s voice echoed through the chamber. “Very well. The council may now pose their questions.”Translation: time to test if Margaux was still the same spoiled brat they remembered—or if she’d somehow grown a brain.Gods help us all.The first to pounce was Alpha Heinrich, a wolf older than the castle stones. “Princess Margaux, do you remember the precise moment you were taken? Who approached you? What did they say?”I braced. This was it. This was where she’d trip—Marigold leaned forward, diamond earrings swaying, and delivered with a tragic sigh: “Oh, it was horrible, Alpha Heinrich. Imagine me—innocent, radiant, dressed in my silk Dior gown—standing by my car, when suddenly this brute of a man” (she flung a dramatic hand at me) “grabs me, throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and—can you believe it?—not even a proper hello.”Gasps. Gasps everywhere. Even the queen’s pearl necklace rattled with indignation.I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack. She w

  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   36

    GREGOR POVShe walked in like she owned the bloody kingdom.Diamond earrings glinting, neckline gown sharp enough to bankrupt half the noble houses, the Berlin or Berjin bag-whatever-the-name dangling from her arm like it was forged in Olympus. And yes—the iWatch. Don’t ask me why a supposedly ancient royal princess had the latest tech strapped to her wrist like she was timing a CrossFit class, but here we were. Sugar trailed behind her in her prim P.A uniform, looking like she was two seconds away from filing an HR complaint about all this nonsense, while Prince Leon… oh, he was thriving. The smug bastard had tailored his suit perfectly, walking beside her like a man who was very much “in love,” while I knew damn well the only thing they were actually in love with was confusing the hell out of me.And me? I was in my Alpha warrior uniform. Which suddenly felt like mud-stained boots compared to this circus of diamonds and designer bags.The council room was thick with politics the sec

  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   35

    I’d barely changed into the ridiculous satin nightgown Sugar had shoved into my arms when the knock came. No, not a knock. More like a bang. My door rattled in its frame.“Margaux.” His voice was a low growl, threaded with his wolf.Oh great. Here we go.Before I could even yell come in, the door opened, and there he was—Gregor, storming in like a thundercloud in gray sweatpants, barefoot, eyes glowing faint gold. His wolf wasn’t just close to the surface; it was pacing the damn balcony of his soul.“What the hell was that earlier?” he snapped, shutting the door behind him.I blinked innocently from where I sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to admire my painted nails. “You’ll have to be specific, Alpha. Do you mean my fabulous fainting spell, my Hermes bag monologue, or the unicorn bedsheet demand? Because frankly, I nailed all three.”His jaw tightened so hard I swear I heard enamel crack. He prowled closer, every step heavy, deliberate, like he was trying not to lunge. “Sugar w

  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   34

    MARIGOLD POVAt last—at last—the maids curtsied themselves right out of the chamber, backs straight, heads down, probably rushing to tattletale every single one of my “refined princess comments” to the king like good little parrots. The heavy door clicked shut, and I froze, listening.Silence. Blessed, golden, life-saving silence.“THANK HEAVEN,” I announced, kicking my jeweled heels halfway across the room. “I can finally eat in peace. If I had to ‘delicately nibble’ one more microscopic bite of air disguised as dessert, I’d have screamed into the royal chandelier.”I grabbed the remaining plate of food—roast duck, something buttery, some overly fancy potatoes—and started devouring like I was about to win an eating contest. Chopsticks would’ve made this a whole lot easier, but I still had a shred of decency left, so I just attacked it with fork and knife like a woman starved.Sugar was doubled over on the chaise, laughing so hard she looked like she might roll off. “You—oh my God—you

  • The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation   33

    MARIGOLD POVTwo hours later, I was convinced royalty didn’t eat food so much as perform it.A massive golden table stretched between me and Alpha Gregor, the surface covered with more forks than I knew existed in human history. Three maids hovered behind me like silent owls, watching every flick of my wrist, probably ready to sprint straight to the king with a full report of, “Her Highness Margaux blinked five times and stabbed her steak wrong, Sire.”And then there was Sugar—standing right behind me in her perfectly pressed assistant outfit—grinning like the devil, smirk glued to her face, because she was living for my suffering.I daintily lifted a tiny spoon (the third one from the right, which I hoped was correct) and poked at what looked like soup but tasted like overpriced sadness. “This broth,” I drawled, nose in the air, “is tragically… common.”One maid gasped, the other bowed her head, and the last scribbled on a notepad like she was documenting a national scandal.Meanwhil

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