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as it should be. Finally, this story is written basically from an omniscient's view, but characters' POV like on this chapter, will also be included from time to time. I hope you enjoyed this chapter? If you do, please hit the "STAR" thingy that says vote. And I very much welcome comments and your personal reviews, so please, drop hundreds of them, or for it to be more private, you can slide into my DM. Thank you so much.

Third person pov The heavy silence inside the subterranean cavern was thick with anticipation as the secret assembly of cloaked alphas sat around the massive obsidian table, their eyes fixed on the arched stone entranceway. The flickering torchlight cast long, monstrous shadows across the damp walls, mirroring the dark thoughts of the men who had risked their entire territories to align with a ghost. They had been waiting for over an hour for the mysterious third triplet to make his appearance, their bodies shifting uncomfortably beneath their heavy dark robes as the cold air from the lower tunnels began to chill the room. The sudden, distinct sound of heavy leather boots echoing through the

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AUTHOR’s NOTE Thank you for following the story up to this chapter. I will now be using third POV for the story and only interchanging to Arlo and Ivory’s POV when necessary. Thank you for understanding. AUTHOR’s POV The one disadvantage of being human is our inability to know what the other is thinking. The inability to understand the real reason for some silences, some frowns and some gazes. Arlo had it all— the fame, the money, the respect, not to mention the beauty. He had it all.

Third Person POV Andrew paced restlessly in his chamber, his sharp eyes gleaming with a mix of impatience and calculation. The room, dimly lit by the flickering flames of a fireplace, felt suffocating with the weight of his thoughts. He had been waiting for news—something to give him an advantage, something to bring him closer to his goal. The prophecy, the amulets—it had all been slipping away, inch by inch, until now. He had done all he could from the shadows, but he needed confirmation that things were moving in his favor.

Please let me know in the comments do you want me to keep up with first person POV or I should use a third person pov Also if you’ve been enjoying this master piece do well to support my book thank you 🤭

My buttocks were crying for relief. I turned to the window, allowing my eyes to shut at least for a while, to pass time. I was tired of counting the seconds as they passed by. And not long, I fell asleep, or rather I fell into a trance. Another trance just like the last one. **** Author’s POV: A Dream(in the present tense)

There is nothing hatred between them but they have a lot of misunderstandings between them. Author Note - Guys, I'll show some of the parts in third person pov, so that I can show you every character's feeling and maintain someone suspense same time. Please go through if you don't have any problem but remaining I will give you a grauntee, storyline that won't bore you.

Author’s POV Ximena’s heart pitter-pattered as she opened the small bottle of poison, pouring a few drops into the delicate cup of tea in front of her. The bitter aroma escaped into the air, mixing with her fear. She was just closing the bottle when a sharp knock cracked through the kitchen. “I already told you guys that I don’t want any maids in here!” she snapped, turning to face the door.

AUTHOR’S POV (THIRD PERSON POV) Tessa pulled the thin shawl tighter around her shoulders as she made her way back toward the mansion. It had begun to rain all of a sudden. The wind howled in her ears causing her to wince, whipping against her wet clothes as the rain poured down mercilessly. Just moments ago, she had managed to slip out of the suffocating dinner Pedro had dragged her to, she prayed her humiliation would wash off with the rain and she still the raw feeling of embarrassment from his careless remarks about her weight.