Georgia’s POVThe car came to a sudden halt, jerking me forward slightly. My hands clutched the edge of the seat as I looked out the window, my breath catching at the sight before me. A massive golden gate towered before me. The gates began to roll open by itself, revealing a long driveway with smooth gray stones that stretched toward a sprawling estate road. Neatly trimmed hedges bordered both sides of the path. The car moved slowly up the drive and as we approached the main building, I found myself staring up in awe. It was more of a mansion than a house. no, more like a palace. The car slowed and turned into a parking slot near the entrance. Before the driver could exit, two guards approached from either side. One of them opened my door, stepping aside as the other gestured for me to step out.I hesitated for a moment before stepping out as I straightened my posture, my gaze moving towards the entrance where some maids stood. Their uniforms were simple, black dresses with white
Georgia’s POVLucy stepped closer, an evil smirk spreading across her face as she stopped right in front of me.“I heard you left your cheating husband,” she spat.Ever since Lucy left our pack, I’d had peace of mind. Back then, she never missed a chance to hurt me with her words. Always quick with insults and cruel comments. She was older than me, and I never dared to fight back. “Not now,” I said, turning to leave.Her hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly. Pain shot up my arm as I tried to pull away.“I even heard he has a son with his beta,” she said, her voice filled with mockery.Her words cut deep, but I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to show weakness. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.“Let go of my hand,” I said, trying to pry her fingers off me.Her grip only tightened as I struggled, nails digging into my skin. Just when I thought she wouldn’t release me, she suddenly let go. The force of it sent me stumbling backwards and I hit the ground. Pain flared up my wa
Kael’s POVThe door to my office banged open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. My eyes moved up from the desk. Georgia stood in the doorway, arms folded across her chest like she owned the damn place. My wolf, Steve stirred instantly, pushing against my mind the moment her scent hit me. I ignored him, forcing my face to remain blank as my gaze locked onto hers.Her eyes dropped to my shirt half-buttoned, collar open, the faint sheen of sweat still cooling on my skin. She glanced at my trousers, unbuttoned, and then at Lucy, who was fumbling with her blouse, cheeks flushed. Georgia’s expression didn’t shift. The only thing I could see through her was how her expression burned with anger as if someone had annoyed her before coming here..“I need to talk to you, Kael,” she said, her tone clipped, unaffected. Or at least trying to be unaffected.Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. My gaze then shifted to Lucy, who was still awkwardly fixing her buttons.“Leave us,” I said.L
Kael’s POVHer phone buzzed again, vibrating softly. She glanced at it but didn’t move until the second ring sounded. With a hesitation, she picked it up, holding it to her ear without a word.I took a step closer, arms crossed as I watched her face closely. She wasn’t speaking, but I could hear the faint voice of Damien’s voice on the other end. Soft and manipulative.“I’ve been sick since you left, Georgia. It’s been hard without you,” he said, his voice dipping into that guilt-laced tone. “I need you back. Just come home… please.”Her shoulders stiffened as if bracing herself, yet the effect of his words was visible. Her gaze dropped to the floor, her grip on the phone tightening slightly. The longer she listened, the more the weight of those words had an effect on her. I could see the hesitation creeping into her eyes. She was beginning to reconsider this man.Anger was burning inside me. I waited, silent and still, until she finally ended the call without a reply. Dropping the ph
Georgia’s POVThe door to my room was pushed open as I turned to see who it was. It was Kael. “Kael…”I stepped forward. “Is Damien here?”Kael’s gaze held mine, calm and steady. “Not yet.”I took another step toward him before halting. His eyes trailed over me briefly, assessing, but there was nothing harsh in the way he looked at me.“How are you feeling?” His voice dipped softer.“Fine,” I replied, too quickly.Liti always stirred inside my head whenever she sees Kael. “Mate!. Mate! she howled steered, louder this time. I clenched my fists at my sides as I tried to block her voice and focus on Kael who’s standing next to me..“Look, I honestly don’t like you walk into my room whenever you feel like it. Without even a knock.Kael didn’t flinch. His shoulders remained relaxed. “This is my house,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “I have every right to enter each room.”My nails bit into my palms. “What if I was naked? Or…”I never finished. Kael started to move forwa
Georgia’s POVMy body is now buried under the cool pool as I felt the coldness sip into me, relaxing my nerves.Shortly, I felt someone’s presence.I sat up as I glanced up. My breath hitched when I saw her, Lucy. She stepped closer, her eyes uncertain, hands clasped in front of her.“Georgia,” she called softly.I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I watched her carefully, unsure of her intentions. We’d never been close, and her cold stares and sharp words over the years had left their marks.“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice breaking the silence.“For… everything. For treating you the way I did. I know I wasn’t kind to you. I—” She paused, her eyes dropping to the ground. “I guess I was jealous or… I don’t know. But I shouldn’t have acted that way. I’m your sister. Your older sister. I should’ve protected you instead of pushing you away.”Her words hit harder than I expected. All my life, I’d wished for her love for that sense of sisterhood. Even now, a part of me wanted to believe
Lucy’s POVDamien stood by the window, his back to me, staring blankly outside the city view while his fingers were wrapped around the glass filled with whiskey and ice. As I stepped forward, I finally spoke. We had been in silence for about a few seconds.“Damien,” I began, keeping my tone soft but deliberate. “I know you know I’ve always been jealous of your relationship with Georgia. But this time… I’m on your side. I want to help you get her back.”Silence. His shoulders didn’t shift as he lifted the glass to his lips, sipping slowly.“Damien,” I tried again, stepping closer. His reflection in the glass showed his hard-set jaw, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the window.Finally, he spoke, voice low and cold. “Lucy… you’re a woman. I don’t move with women.”The dismissiveness in his tone burned hot beneath my skin. “That’s ridiculous,” I snapped before quickly softening my voice. “I’m not here to ruin anything. I’m offering to help you. She’s your wife, Damien. She belongs to y
Georgia’s POVEver since my kiss with Kael, I had been avoiding him in every slightest way possible. I didn’t know what had come over me that night. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was something else entirely, something I wasn’t ready to face. Either way, I’d made sure our paths barely crossed since then.This morning, I woke up with a strange restlessness thrumming beneath my body and I needed a way to clear my head. Exercise always helped. After slipping out of bed, I rummaged through my closet until I found a pair of black high-waisted leggings that hugged my legs snugly and a fitted red sports bra that clung to my torso, leaving my toned stomach exposed. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. The outfit flattered my curves, outlining every dip and slope of my body. I looked good and better than I had in a while.Then I grabbed my phone, tucked my earbuds in, and headed outside the building to the estate as I started jogging
Georgia’s POVThe children had been bathed, fed, and tucked into their beds. They were now asleep.Then I stepped out, pulling the door shut with a soft click so as to avoid waking them. It was already getting dark. The hallway was lit, the overhead bulbs shining slightly as I walked. I rubbed my tired shoulders, stretching my body from exhaustion as the memory between me and the kids played in my head, causing me to smile. The time I spent here, even if only as a volunteer, made everything worth it.The orphanage had a way of wrapping itself around my heart, maybe because I saw pieces of myself in these kids, maybe because I knew what it felt like to crave a place to belong. Either way, I didn’t regret signing up to help.As I stepped outside, the cool evening breeze kissed my skin. The sky had darkened into a deep indigo as I checked my time to see it was 6:30PM. I sighed, stretching my arms before slinging my bag over my shoulder, ready to make my way home.That was when I notice
Kael’s POVShortly after he left, the sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, my eyes settling on Lydia who strolled in majestically as her gaze was on me. What does she want now?Her red hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, the deep black of her gown flowing around her as she moved. She was as beautiful as ever, a goddess among Lycans, worshiped and feared in equal measure. But to me, she was nothing more than a relic of a past I had long buried.“Hey,” she drawled, her voice honeyed with seduction. Her hands found my chest, the touched my chest, rubbing it so gently as her eyes were fixed on min.My expression remained unreadable, my gaze meeting hers with the coldness I have. But she wasn’t afraid. She never was.“I haven’t really gotten the time to come see you…” she continued, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “But here I am.”She leaned in, tilting her face toward mine, her lips parting slightly as if daring me to close the distance. I mov
Kael’s POVI was once human, despite being the Lycan king in my previous life, but my mortal body perished, and with it, my existence as a man came to an end. Knowing that I could no longer walk among them, I erased myself from the memories of everyone in Georgia’s life. Now, in the afterlife, I exist as a god to the lycans. But even, she persists. Georgia, the one I banished from my heart, refuses to stay away. She claws at the boundaries I have set, seeking a way back in. I have ensured that every door remains shut, every passage barred, yet she is relentless. “I don’t think she would stop soon.” Karl stated.“Karl, I told you to make sure she doesn’t step foot back here,” I seethed, my voice filled with fury. “Yet here you are, telling me you think she won’t stop. Do you take me for a fool?”Karl exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. He stood before me. “I did exactly as you asked,” he said through gritted teeth. “Her visa application was denied repeatedly. But she’s not giving up. If
Georgia’s POVThe boys’ quarters was small but enough for what I needed. I dropped my bag by the bed, sighing as I took in my surroundings. A single wooden table stood by the window and a chair was tucked under it. I pulled out my phone, fingers moving as I navigated to the visa application website. I had checked everything before, my documents, my financial statements, my reason for travel. Everything was in order. There was no reason for rejection. No reason at all.Yet, as I filled in my information and pressed submit, the response came instantly.“Your application has been declined. You do not meet the eligibility criteria.”I frowned. That had to be a mistake. I double-checked my details, ensured every box was ticked, and tried again.“Application rejected. You are ineligible for a visa at this time.”A slow frustration crept into my chest. I met all the requirements. I had the necessary funds, the valid passport, and even the sponsorship letter. So why was it rejecting me? Was
Georgia’s POVSuddenly, we heard sounds of footsteps before I saw Damien. Confident as he approached. “Lucy is right,” he said as he entered, obviously he had overheard I and Lucy’s conversation. He didn’t sit immediately. Instead, he walked towards me, his fingers grazing the back of my chair.I set my fork down, sound against my plate. “About what?”He reached his seat and finally lowered himself into it, meeting my gaze with eyes that held no hesitation. “She’s moving into our room,” he said simply, as if it were a foregone conclusion. “And if you don’t like it, you can leave.”The words hit me like a slap. “Excuse me?” My voice was sharp, edged with disbelief.“You heard me,” he said. “This arrangement makes the most sense. Lucy deserves a place in my life. In my room. In our home.”“Our home?” I laughed, the sound was brittle and hollow. “No, Damien. My home.” I pushed my chair back abruptly, standing as anger coursed through me. “If anyone should leave, it’s you and Lucy.”His
Georgia’s POVLater that day, Lucy sat across from me at the breakfast table, I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just the overly polite way she had asked if we could talk in private or the way she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, something she only did when she was nervous. It was the way she looked at me, as if she had made up her mind about something she knew I wouldn’t like.I sipped my tea.She exhaled, her lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. “I just want you to listen to me before reacting.”That wasn’t a good start.Lucy and I had always been close or at least I thought we had. She was my step-sister, yes, but we grew up together, shared secrets, and whispered about our crushes in the dark when we were younger. But now, sitting in front of me with that unnerving calmness, I had the sinking feeling that something was about to break.She hesitated for a second before speaking, and when she did, her voice was maddeningly composed. “I’ve been thinking
Georgia’s POVLater that night…I knew something was wrong the moment Damien walked into our bedroom. His face was tight with restrained emotion, his jaw clenched as if someone had just angered him. He stood by the window, staring out the estate. He didn’t turn to look at me, but I could feel the weight of his silence pressing against me.I set the brush down and met his reflection in the mirror. “If you have something to say, just say it, Damien.”He exhaled sharply and turned to face me, his eyes cold. “I can’t do this anymore.”“Do what?” I was curious to know.“Be your husband. That’s exactly the problem. I’m tired of pretending to love you. I’m tired of pretending that this marriage is something it’s not. I can’t cope with you anymore.”For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The finality in his voice sent a sharp pain through my chest, but I refused to let it show, I already saw all of this coming. In my previous life, he had left me for Lucy so I am not surprised. Instead, I stood a
Georgia’s POVThe next day, making my way out, I was met with a sight that made me fill in rage.And there, sitting upon that throne, was Damien.I halted in my tracks as I took in the sight before me. He sat back, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers lazily tracing the armrest as if he belonged there. But what sent a sharp, anger through me was the crown. It didn’t belong to him and yet he held it on.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice snapped through the silence.”Damien turned his head toward me slowly, his expression unreadable as he smiled.“Admiring the view,” he said simply, tilting his head back slightly as if daring me to challenge him.Rage burned hot inside me. “Get off of it,” I seethed, marching toward him. “Take that damn thing off. You have no right…”He exhaled a slow breath, deliberately reaching up and adjusting the crown slightly on his head, making it gleam under the filtered light. “No right?” His voice was calm, too calm. “Tell me, Georgia
Georgia’s POV We sat in the waiting area of the airport, the overhead lights casting a glow over the sea of worried faces. People murmured around us in hushed voices, some whispering prayers, others simply staring blankly ahead, lost in their own thoughts. The flight company had assured us that they would provide updates as soon as they had confirmation, but hours had passed, and we were still waiting.My fingers were clenched so tightly around my phone that they ached. Every so often, I would unlock it, refreshing news sites, checking for any word about survivors, any sign that my father had made it through. But the articles only repeated the same facts over and over. A plane had gone down. Search and rescue teams were deployed and no one survived. No full passenger list had been released yet.Beside me, my Lucy sat as still as stone, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. Her face was calm, but I could see the fine tremor in her fingers, the way her lips were pressed tog