Mag-log inThis place was home. My home. The one I had grown to love slowly but surely. Of course, Oliver and Alexander had offered to have my plants moved to the palace conservatory so that I wouldn’t have to be away from my work.It was a tempting offer, one that I would eventually crack down on. But for now
[Evelyn’s POV]Three months later...My eyes slowly peered open. The sun was shining through the blinds in the room. Naturally, my hand reached across to the other side of the mattress, expecting to find Alexander lying beside me.He wasn’t there.I didn’t panic. In fact, his absence made me instant
[Evelyn’s POV]Oh my God. What if they don’t want to accept Alexander as their new King? While I couldn’t think of a single reason why anyone wouldn’t want him for an Alpha, it still wasn’t enough to willingly sign over their allegiance to him.Alexander needed support and I was going to do whateve
Prior to this momentous day, Alexander had spoken with his Stepmother. They hadn’t necessarily struck up a deal, but he had made it a point to tell her that should she fail to cooperate during this hearing, he would ensure that her life in prison would be nothing short of hell.“Caroline Kingston,”
[Third-Person’s POV]An inquisition.That was what the general public was after. The region, itself, was still in semi-shock over the fact that Alexander had declared war against the Royal Family. Unlike the last two trials that had been held within the actual justice building, Alexander saw it fit
[Evelyn’s POV]“What?” he questioned incredulously.Alexander stared back at me with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. The corners of his mouth started to curl into a knowing smile, softening his features immensely.My heart lurched in my throat while a flare of anger shot through me. Oh my G
[Third-Person’s POV]After Oliver had informed the staff of what they needed to do, he insisted on joining Alexander on his venture outside toward the greenhouse. The feeling he initially had in his stomach had not let up once. At times like this, he truly felt like the wheelchair was purposely slow
[Evelyn’s POV]Son of a bitch!! What the hell is going on?! Oh God! I’m trapped! Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!!Trapped. That was the best way I could describe the sensation that was being inflicted on me. I was trapped. Stuck inside my own mind with no means of control.I couldn't even bring
“How is your husband?” “How is your new pack?”“Oh my, you look incredible! Are those new clothes?”Yes, as part of my departure, I made sure that I was dressed like the noblewoman I was made to appear as. With Alexander’s instructive voice in the back of my mind, I moved forward with confidence an
Evelyn, your main focus needs to be fighting through this horrible paralysis. Come on, focus. Breathe in and out...In and out...In...Out.I needed to find something to grab ahold of—something tangible to bring me out of the mental state I had fallen into.Alexander's voice continued to ring through







