Arthur James, the Devil Alpha, is a man of shadows, his heart as cold as the moonlit night. Yet, destiny intervenes, forcing him to marry Ava Charlie, a woman as pure as the driven snow. With a secret past and a fragile hope, Ava must navigate the treacherous world of werewolves. As their bond deepens, can love blossom amidst the darkness, or will the Devil's past consume them both?
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Looking at the man that’s sleeping beside me, I couldn't help but feel fulfilled. We have our share of heartbreaks and betrayal from people we least expected it from but we overcome every obstacle together. I can’t ask for a better mate. My very own Devil Alpha. FLASHBACK ***** My bones were breaking. I let out another throat-itching scream as my right ankle twisted painfully into itself, the pull bringing me down to my knees. My hands were chained to the ground with a padlock at either corner of the dark room, the only light coming in being the bright glow of the full moon. The fucking full moon; yet another one. I hated it and I was using 'hate' very mildly. I dreaded the changes that came with it, one of which being how I chained myself to the ground in the underground basement Penny had built a couple of years ago to avoid going on a rampage and killing some innocent human. My fangs pulled out painfully and I yelled out in pain, knowing it was coming. The resilient urge to free myself picked at me and my vision blurred with a red image. Sweat dripped down my naked skin as heat engulfed me and my throat was dry from all the screaming I was doing. My chest ached. Hell, everywhere ached. Before I knew it, I began to cry. Every single time a bone broke or twisted painfully, I let out a loud cry. Being only half-werewolf, I wasn't like the rest of the werewolf world. I didn't belong to a pack. One would say I was a lone ranger and not of lack of want. Nobody wanted me. I was as good as useless. Tainted with human blood, I was what werewolves referred to as impure. In a way, I wasn't exactly unhappy about it. I didn't even want to be a werewolf. It was a curse, otherwise I wouldn't be chained underground with every single bone in my body breaking every full moon. It was a fucked up way to live and I wanted no part of it. Once a werewolf turned eighteen, they gained the power to transform. As time went on, depending on one's lineage and capabilities, one begins to develop unique powers. I was twenty- three and I had no powers. I didn't even have a mate and most found theirs before they're twenty. I had given up. Maybe I wasn't meant to be a werewolf, which was why for the past three years, I'd devoted my life to finding a cure. Why would I want to live this way if there was a way out there to cure myself? Why did I have to have painful transformations? Why must I feel so incomplete without a mate? Unfortunately, I was having no luck getting anywhere, but I wasn't going to stop; three years of my life was not going to be a waste. My atlas twisted. The pain knocked the breath out of me and I almost passed out. When it seemed like I was really going to pass out, the crunchy sound of my tailbone breaking jerked me awake as I bellowed. "Not a very nice way to spend your night, huh?" A voice asked from the darkness. I didn't have to look up; it was Jennifer, my adopted mother. Since the full moon heightened my senses, I'd heard her footsteps the second she left the house. "No." I scoffed, out of breath as saliva dripped from my parted lips to the ground. "Not really." This was how it always was. Because I was half- human and half-wolf, it was hard for me to transform. Pure wolves could transform at will but I couldn't. Because I was impure. Fucking stupid shit. If I didn't want so much out of life, I'd have bitten myself to death. It certainly would've been less painful than transforming. "You know how this goes. You just have to wait it out." Her soft voice carried and I hated that she was right. There was nothing I could do. "I hate this so much." My jaw trembled in frustration. I needed to find a cure and I needed to find it fast. Anna, my winch mentor, kept telling me it was a fool's errand but I refused to listen. There had to be something. "Why can't I just live a normal life?" "Normal is boring. I know you prefer-" The last of my bones broke and then I changed. My wolf wasn't huge but with white fur and bright yellow eyes, she was a beauty. Thank fuck, because she put me through so much hell. I loved her and hoped for the day she'd finally be whole. The loneliness she felt seeped into me, especially now that she was in full form. Jennifer’s face spotted the look of awe she always had whenever she saw my wolf and a part of me felt proud. "You're so beautiful." She murmured. My vision was sharper than that of my human form as well as my senses. I could smell the cold airy wind of the night and hear the crickets chirping somewhere in the distance. It might have been too much to wish for but as a tear ran down her cheek, I hoped to find completion someday and who knows? Maybe a mate. He didn't have to be handsome or large. I wasn't desperate but at this point, I'd settle for anything.Ava’s pov. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I slowly woke up, my body sinking into the soft mattress. I turned my head and saw Arthur sitting at the edge of the bed, cradling our son in his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as he held the child's fingers. “I think you are only doing this so he can make you his favourite when he grows up,” I said. He turns to me with a smile. “You’re awake,” he said gently, meeting my gaze.I nodded and pushed myself up slowly. My body ached, but compared to everything we had been through, this pain was nothing. It has been months now after the war, everything was slowly going back to normal, except the fact that impure wolves can now live freely. Jennifer was arrested but couldn't bear the fact that after years of planning, she failed not just to an enemy but to an impure wolf, she could take that shame, so she killed herself. Arthur carefully placed our baby in my arms. I looked down at
Arthur’s POVA cold wind howled across the empty desert as I opened my eyes, sand swirling around me like ghosts whispering in the night. I sat up, blinking my eyes against the dim, eerie glow of the horizon. “Am I dead?” I muttered to myself as I stood up. This was the same desert I was the other time, was I really dead.No, I can't be dead, at least not now, Ava needs my help. I turned around, looking for a place to go but if I remember correctly, this place was like an endless maze. A shuffling sound caught my attention, so I turned immediately. A woman appeared, her long cloak dancing in the wind, her silver eyes glowing like twin moons. She was the same woman I met here.“You again,” I murmured, stepping closer. “What is this? Have I died… again?”She smiled. “You are not dead, Arthur.”“Then what is this place?” I demanded, scanning the endless stretch of sand.“The space between life and death, except that you aren't here as a lost soul but as a redeemed soul,” she said, st
Ava’s POVMy body ached all over as my eyes fluttered open, debris filled the air as I glanced around making it difficult for me to see clearly. I tried to move, but my wrists were tied behind my back and ankles tied together with thick chains.I lifted my head, and my breath hitched immediately, we were surrounded by Jennifer's men. Dorian lay on the ground a few feet away, his face bloodied, as he tried to get up but couldn't. Dozens of our warriors stood behind us, their hands tied, their eyes filled with fear. “Amelia,” I whispered. She slowly turned to me. “Ava, are you okay?” She asked, her voice weak as she glanced around. “What happened?” I asked her, swallowing hard, keeping my voice low. “We were defeated but I thought Arthur said you should leave, what are you still doing here?” She questioned.I shook my head, the memories of what happened flooded back. “We were going through the back with Dorian but they ambushed us, it was like they were waiting for us.”“Shit, Dor
Author's pov Arthur stumbled back, wiping blood from his lips, his whole body filled with pain as his ribs throbbed where Oliver had hit him. Oliver stood a few feet away, grinning like he was enjoying every moment of Arthur’s pain.“Oliver,” Arthur growled, clenching his fists. “I killed you.”“And if I remember correctly, I also killed you but here you stand,” Oliver said in a mocking tone. “I guess the black witch brought you back, can't you do anything without help?”Oliver scoffed. “Why are you scared that I would beat you now?” He eyed. Arthur spat on the floor. "You can never win Oliver, you should have just stayed dead," Arthur growled, holding his side.“Really?” Oliver smirked. “Do you really think you can beat me?”“I beat you twice, there is no harm in making it the third.”Oliver chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement. “I do admit you have defeated me, even more than thrice but not again brother, the witches saw my worth that's why they brought me back—” Arthur c
Arthur’s POVWe all sat in the war room, with a few head sentinels, everyone looked tense, some looked afraid, who wouldn't be? This was supposed to be the biggest war of the centuries, one that would decide our fate. Dorian moved to the shelf picking out some maps and threw them on the table. “This is the complete map of my palace.”Charles stepped forward, spreading the maps. “Don't you think it's a stupid move for Jennifer to attack a palace she knows nothing about? She has no idea the layout structure—” Dorian cuts him off.“Are you seriously suggesting there is a mole in my palace?” He frowned. “Yes, I do think there might be a mole in this palace, but it's not your fault, most of our people turned on us.”I nodded, my fingers tracing the structure of the palace on the map. “There are a lot of hiding places that we can use to ambush them, what's this place?” I asked, pointing at a location on the map. “It's an escape route,” he replied, looking at me. “But only I have the key.
Author’s POVAmelia stood in the middle of a broken house, her heart pounding loudly as the wind rushed through the empty stone walls, carrying the smell of damp earth and the past. This was the house she used to live with her family before Arthur killed her parents. She had decided to come here one last time and see her sister, the only family she had left, Elizabet. Elizabeth was standing right in front of her, Amelia didn’t know what to say or how to feel, she just stared at her. Elizabeth looked the same and different at the same time. Her dark hair was longer and her eyes looked more cold. She wore a black cloak that covered every part of her body, the only thing that wasn't covered was her head and that was because her cloud was down. “Amelia,” Elizabeth said. Amelia swallowed hard, taking a small step forward. “Elizabeth,” she muttered, almost to herself. For a long moment, none of them spoke, They just stared at each other. “You look well,” Elizabeth finally said, her
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