Georgia’s POVThe doctor was waiting for us inside, and I was ushered into the examination room without a word from Kael. He remained outside.The doctor greeted me warmly, He didn’t waste any time in getting to work, his hands gentle as he checked me over, making sure my vitals were normal, that I wasn’t hiding any signs of distress.“You’re fine,” he said, offering a small smile as he finished his examination. “Nothing to worry about, my Luna. Everything seems to be in order.”I nodded, trying to seem more composed than I felt. “Thank you, Doctor.”After the brief check-up, we were back in the car, heading toward the mansion. As the car came to a halt at the grand entrance of the mansion, I caught sight of Lucy approaching, with that sickeningly sweet smile. “Well, well,” she said. “Congratulations, Georgia, on your wedding to Kael. You must be so happy.” She looked me over “I’m sure he’s been a wonderful husband already.”I clenched my fists in my lap, trying to stay calm. I wasn
Kael’s POVI unlocked the door and stepped inside, my eyes instantly fell to her. She laid on the bed, her hair was a mess against the sheets. A book rested in her hand, its middle page covering half of her face as though she had drifted off to sleep while reading. The sight of it was mesmerizing. I stepped in, moving closer. Now standing right before her, I gazed down at her, unable to tear my eyes away. There was something about watching her sleep that made me feel weak. People spoke of fated mates as if they were the greatest gift the Moon Goddess could give. A love so deep, so consuming, that it made warriors kneel and kings forsake their thrones. But all I had ever known was duty, war, and survival. Love was strange to me. And yet, looking at her now, I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to keep her safe from the cruel world outside this room. I wanted to give her everything, even though I had no idea how.Just then, she stirred, her brows scrunching slightly as a smal
Kael’s POVI left her room and never returned for the rest of the day. She was angry. When night came, she didn’t return to the room we shared. Instead, she chose to sleep in the initial room I had given her on her first visit. It wasn’t surprising. She was stubborn and I knew it.Finally, her birthday arrived.The next day, the maids moved in and out of her room, arms full of gifts wrapped in expensive papers and ribbons. Jewelry, designer dresses, rare perfumes, things most women would be desperate to have, I bought them all for her. Each maid bowed as they entered and left, offering her birthday greetings, but she remained still, her gaze fixed the novel in her hand, acting as if she were the only one in the room.I let them finish their work, watching from a distance before finally stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even acknowledge me, not even a thank you from her.I had done all this, made sure she had everything, gave her the title of
Georgia’s POVKael had finally granted my wish.It was all I had wanted, a chance to speak to Damien for forgiveness, to bring closure to this chapter of my life.The moment my feet touched the central grounds of the pack house, I felt stares, whispers from those that watched, perhaps surprised to see me here.I kept my head high, ignoring the hushed voices, but they didn’t bother hiding their judgements.“She has the audacity to show her face here?” a woman murmured, not bothering to lower her voice.“After running off to the Lycan King, she dares return to her former mate?” Another sneered.“Shameless,” spat an elder, his tone filled with disgust.I clenched my fists but didn’t stop. Their words stung, but I refused to let them see my pain as I approached the door. Without hesitation, I pushed it open.Inside, my gaze was immediately met by two pairs of eyes, Damien’s, filled with fury, and Lucy’s, gleaming with something far too smug. They both looked surprised to see me.I hesitate
Georgia’s POVI was now in my maid’s room, on the hard mattress, drowning in my own silent sobs. Everything had crumbled. Love had made me stay, love had made me choose Damien over Kael and now love has made me choose my fate.Damien had publicly humiliated me, denouncing me as Luna, as his mate. The people I had once called family whispered vile things about me, condemning me as if I were some tainted thing.Shortly, a sharp knock at the door jolted me from my spiraling thoughts, but before I could gather myself, the door was pushed open without hesitation. It was Lucy.She stepped inside as if she owned the place, her lips curled into a mocking smile.“Look at you,” she sighed, feigning disappointment as her gaze swept over me. “Have you seen what you’ve caused yourself for choosing Kael over Damien?”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to sit up, but I didn’t speak.Lucy, however, had plenty to say.“And where was he?” she continued, tilting her head. “Your so-called Lycan King? Now
Georgia’s POVIt was finally the wedding.I was already dressed in the outfit Lucy had given me, a long, flowing gown. Sitting before the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup as I traced the line of my lips with a muted shade of pink lipstick.I let my hair fall naturally, cascading down my back in soft waves.Tonight, I had to at least pretend I wasn’t broken as I descended the grand staircase. The moment I stepped into the hall, heads turned, people stared. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. I met Damien already kissing his bride, the vows had just finished.My breath caught in my throat, and my fingers curled into my palms as I watched the man who was supposed to be my husband, my supposed future wrapped around another woman. Their lips moved passionately and the audience watched with smiling faces. Most of them found it mesmerizing. As if the wound wasn’t deep enough, Lucy turned to look at me. A slow, cruel smirk spread across her lips, her eyes danci
Ethan’s grip on my wrist was firm yet gentle as he pulled me into his room, shutting the door behind us. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened earlier, but before I could gather my thoughts, the door suddenly banged open.Lucy stormed in, her face flushed with fury. “How dare you, Ethan?” she shrieked. “You humiliated me in front of everyone on my wedding day!”I stiffened, watching as her rage poured out. Her wedding dress was still pristine, but her expression was anything far from joyful.Ethan folded his arms, unbothered. “Oh, did I?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “And here I thought I was just speaking the truth.”“You made a fool out of me!” she yelled. “You embarrassed me in front of…”“Oh, spare me the self-pity, Lucy,” Ethan cut her off sharply. “You haven’t changed, have you?”Her eyes darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “It means you’re still the same selfish, cruel person you’ve always been.” His voice softe
Georgia’s POVBy the time I was back home, it was already late at night. It was a hectic day and all I wanted was to slip into my room, but as I turned a corner, I came to an abrupt stop.Damien was standing there, his broad body blocking my path, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was locked onto me, and I could see the tension, the barely concealed anger beneath the surface.“Where the hell are you coming from at this hour?” His voice was low.I exhaled slowly, already knowing where this was heading. “That’s none of your business, Damien.” My voice was steady, but I knew my response would only provoke him further.His expression darkened. He took a step closer. “None of my business? I saw you both, I saw how Ethan had his hands all over you. You think I’m stupid? Now you have left the Lycan king and gone for Ethan? How shameless can you be?”I stiffened, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Ethan and I were just dancing,” I said, my patience thinning. “I think you have for
Damien’s POVI sat in the sterile, too-bright waiting room, my foot tapping anxiously against the tiled floor. The last time I had spoken to Dr. Hughes was two weeks ago, over the phone. I had stumbled over my words, my face burning even though no one could see me.“I can’t ejaculate this days no matter how hard I try… finish,” I’d said, my voice tight with shame.There was a pause on the line, then the doctor spoke in his calm, professional tone.“I understand. Let’s run some tests. Hormonal panels, blood flow studies, ultrasound. It could be anything from stress to something more physiological.”That “something more” haunted me for days.Now, today, I was here for the results.The nurse finally called my name. I got up, legs slightly unsteady, and followed her down a short corridor lined with faded health posters. When she opened the door to Dr. Hughes’ office, he stood from behind his desk, offering a polite but tight smile.“Good afternoon Alpha,” he said, gesturing for me to sit.
Georgia’s POV The airport bustled with life, voices around us. I adjusted Nathalie in my arms while Leah balanced Nathaniel against her shoulder, his tiny hand tangled in her hair. Ruth stood in front of us, wringing her hands together, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.“I already miss you guys,” she said, her voice cracking on the last word.I smiled, swallowing the lump in my throat. “We’ll miss you too, Ruth. So much.”She reached out, brushing Nathalie’s soft hair and then Nathaniel’s. “They’re such angels. I… I wish I could go with you.”“They’ll never forget you,” I promised, shifting Nathalie carefully so I could hug Ruth with my free arm. “Neither will I.”Ruth clung to me tightly for a moment, before pulling back with a watery laugh. “Go, before I start bawling right here and cause a scene.”Leah grinned and adjusted Nathaniel’s cap. “We’ll send you tons of pictures. Videos too. You’re stuck with us, whether you like it or not.”Ruth chuckled through her tears and waved as
Georgia’s POVThe plane hummed beneath us, a steady drone that should’ve lulled me to sleep but didn’t. My stomach churned with a mix of anticipation and nerves, my hands fidgeting with the edge of the tray table. Leah, sprawled in the seat next to me, had her earbuds in, bobbing her head to some upbeat tune while flipping through an in-flight magazine. She looked so relaxed.I glanced out the window, the clouds below us glowing faintly in the dawn light. Somewhere down there, thousands of miles away, Kael was waiting. Waiting for me. Waiting for Nathaniel and Nathalie. My heart squeezed at the thought of their little faces, their wobbly steps, their garbled attempts at words. They were with Ruth, their caregiver, back at the estate, probably toddling around the nursery or giggling over some toy. I hadn’t told Ruth we were coming to get the kids yet, how do you explain to one-year-olds that they’re about to see their father for a holiday? But I could already imagine their wide, curiou
Georgia’s POVI made my way to the maid quarters later that evening. I pushed the door open and entered. Leah sat cross-legged on the bed, a towel wrapped around her damp hair, flipping through a magazine she probably wasn’t even reading. I shut the door behind me, feeling a strange combination of excitement and nerves tightening in my chest.She looked up immediately. “Hey. You’re back early,” she said, smiling. “You okay?”I nodded, sitting on my side of the bed and drawing in a breath. “Yeah. I just… I need to talk to you.”She closed the magazine, giving me her full attention. “That sounds serious.”“It’s not bad,” I said quickly. “Actually, it’s… kind of good.”Her eyes lit up. “Okay, tell me.”I glanced at her, my voice softer than I intended. “Kael wants me to bring the kids to him.”Her brows lifted. “Wait, what?”“He wants to see them. He… he already booked my flight.”Leah blinked, her mouth slightly open, then she broke into a huge smile. “No way! That’s amazing! Oh my God
Kael’s POV Later that evening, I was in my chamber, sitting near the hearth with a half-empty glass of wine when Karl walked in. His expression was unreadable as usual, but the faint twitch in his jaw told me he was holding back questions.“I heard what happened,” he said without preamble. “Between you and Lydia.”I let out a breath, rubbing my temple. “It’s been handled.”“Handled?” He stepped further into the room, arms crossed. “That’s all you’re going to say?”I looked up at him. “Yes.”Karl raised a brow. “Should I be worried?”“No.” I leaned back against the chair. “She’s been kept in her place. Loud and clear.”Karl stared at me for a few seconds longer, then gave a curt nod. “Good.” He walked toward the window, staring out at the darkened woods. “There’s been some murmuring about the pack house.”“What kind of murmuring?”“Just… talk. About the damage, the part that burned during the last attack. People are beginning to ask what the plan is.”I nodded slowly. “Calyx should’ve
Georgia’s POVThe Grove lay hushed in the wake of battle. Branches shuddered where Kael’s shockwave had torn through the underbrush; moonlight sifted through torn leaves and caught on the scattered shards of Lydia’s dark wards. I pressed my hand to my chest, heart pounding, as though it still fought against every beat. Beside me, Kael knelt over the fallen Tear, its silvery glow now gentle, like a pulse beneath his fingertips.“Georgia,” he said, voice low. The single word felt charged, as if he’d been holding it back through the onslaught. He reached for my hand, brushing away the blade of grass that had cut my palm. His touch was warm, an anchor in the aftermath.I swallowed hard. My lungs ached and I tasted copper in my mouth from exertion and fear. But there, in his gaze, I found something stronger than fear: relief, wonder, something dangerously close to joy. “We did it,” I whispered, and it was both a statement of fact and a question. Did we really?Kael nodded, his dark hair fa
Georgia’s POVThe world seemed to hold its breath, the mist curling around us like a living thing, heavy with Lydia’s dark magic. Kael’s hand was still in mine, his grip so tight it hurt, but I couldn’t pull away. His eyes, stormy and tormented, held mine for a heartbeat longer before he turned to face Lydia. “Lydia,” Kael said, his voice steady despite the chaos, “I won’t marry you. I won’t bind myself to you again. Not for the pack, not for the Tear, not for anything. You need to let this go.”Lydia’s face twisted, her triumph curdling into something feral. “Let it go?” she spat, her voice rising, sharp enough to cut. “You think I can just walk away from you? From us? You were mine, Kael. Mine!” Her hands clenched, and the dark tendrils in the mist surged, snapping like whips toward Sylvara’s wards. The shimmering barrier flickered, and Sylvara grunted, her knees buckling as she fought to hold it.“Kael, we don’t have time!” Sylvara shouted, her voice strained. “The wards are faili
Georgia’s POVThe courtyard was a battlefield, the air thick with ash and the snarls of Lydia’s allies. Their glowing eyes cut through the haze like beacons of malice, and my heart hammered as I scrambled to my feet, pain radiating from my shoulder. Kael was already up, his body coiled like a predator, his gaze darting between the encroaching figures and me. Sylvara stood at his side, her dagger glinting as she muttered words under her breath, her violet eyes blazing with focus. The wards she was weaving shimmered faintly, a fragile barrier against the onslaught.“Georgia, stay behind me,” Kael growled, his voice barely human. His claws extended, and I could feel the power radiating from him, the alpha ready to tear through anything to protect his pack and me.But my eyes were locked on the spot where Lydia had stood, her taunting smile burned into my mind. Her words echoed, sharp and venomous: “Going somewhere, Georgia?” The way she’d looked at me, like I was nothing more than an o
Georgia’s POVThe air in Kael’s chamber was thick with the weight of his words, the promise of truth hanging between us like a fragile thread. I sat on the edge of a carved wooden chair, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my eyes locked on his. Kael stood by the hearth, the firelight casting shadows across his sharp features, making him look both divine and haunted. His admission that Lydia was no longer his lover had loosened something in me, but the questions still churned, about her, about why Kael’s fear seemed to pulse with a life of its own.“Start talking,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I need to know everything.”Kael exhaled, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of centuries pressed down on him. “Lydia was my mate, long ago,” he began, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Not by choice, but by a ritual forced upon us by the old gods. It was meant to bind our power, to make us stronger against threats to the pack. But it was never love. Not for me.”I swallowed, the