Georgia’ POV
Patricia’s voice was steady, but her next words struck me like a thunderclap. “I’m telling you this because I can’t keep hiding it anymore,” she said, her hand resting protectively on her son’s small shoulder. “Liam deserves to have a father. He deserves to feel the love that only a father can give him. I’ve tried to raise him alone, but it’s not enough. He needs his family, his complete family.”
I stared at her, processing her words. A complete family? My husband, Damien, was supposed to be my family. Ours was the perfect marriage—he, the strong and charismatic Alpha, and I, his Luna, respected and envied by the entire pack. And yet, standing before me was the evidence of a betrayal I couldn’t even begin to process.
“You’re saying… you want Damien to step into his life?” My voice cracked, disbelief clinging to every word.
“Yes,” Patricia said, her tone unwavering. “It’s time he stops pretending Liam doesn’t exist. I can’t do this alone anymore. And Liam deserves more than half-truths and secrets. He deserves to know his father. He can’t be seen as a bastard while his father is the alpha of this pack.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight. My gaze dropped to Liam, who was quietly playing with the hem of his shirt. His stormy gray eyes, so innocent glanced up at me, and it felt like someone had twisted a knife in my chest. Knowing that my husband doesn’t belong to just me.
Nothing made sense anymore. Damien, my husband, my fated mate, had a son with his beta? Patricia, the woman I had trusted as a loyal member of our pack, had been hiding this secret for years?
“I—I need a moment,” I said, my voice weak, more like a whisper as I took a few steps, heading towards the door. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to walk to the other side of the room, my back to them as I gripped the edge of the table for support. My marriage, my life… had it all been a lie?
How do I face this shame?
Over the past year, I’ve bragged endlessly about how my husband treats me like I’m the only woman in the world. To my friends, I’ve told stories about how he always makes me feel like I’m his priority, whether it’s holding my hand in crowded places or calling me during his lunch break just to hear my voice. I’ve mentioned more than once how he never lets a day go by without reminding me how much he loves me, whether it’s with his words or the little things he does.
If I’m having a bad day, he cancels his plans without hesitation, bringing home my favorite takeout and pulling me into his arms like that’s where I belong. And with my everyone? I’ve definitely brought up how he only has eyes for me—how he still gives me that goofy smile when I walk into the room or how he knows exactly what to say to make me feel beautiful.
I know I sound lovesick, but the truth is, I’ve never felt more loved or cherished. After all I have bragged about him, I’ll be seen as a laughing stock.
How could Damien have done this to me? This man who whispered sweet promises in my ear every night, who told me I was the only one who mattered, had fathered a child with another woman. Worse, he had lied to me, deliberately kept this part of his life hidden, even as he made me take pills to avoid children of our own.
“Luna,” Patricia’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, “I know this is a lot to take in, but I thought you deserved to know. Liam deserves the truth, and so do you.”
I turned to face her, my voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. “And what about me, Patricia? Did you think about what this would do to me? To my marriage? Or was this all just convenient for you?”
She flinched, but her gaze remained steady. “I didn’t want to hurt you. But I couldn’t keep lying. I thought Damien told you… I have always urged him to do so.”
Before I could respond, the sound of the opening door made us turn towards the door and then Damien appeared in the doorway, his dark eyes immediately locking onto the scene before him. His gaze shifted from me to Patricia, then to Liam. His eyes was filled with surprises.
“Patricia?” he called his voice tight, controlled. “What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, Liam’s face lit up with innocent joy, and he ran toward Damien. “Daddy!” He exclaimed happily.
Georgia’s POVThe single word shattered the silence like glass.Damien froze, his jaw tightening as he instinctively stepped back, his eyes darting between me and the boy who is now clutching at his pant leg. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My husband, the man who had always insisted he didn’t want children, was standing in front of his son.I stared at him, searching his face for answers, for some kind of explanation, but all I saw was guilt.“Damien?” my voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. “Is it true? Is he your son?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crouched down and gently placed his hands on Liam’s shoulders, a strained smile on his face. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly, before standing and finally meeting my gaze.I laughed bitterly in realization, my hands clenching into fists. “Damien.” I called again but this time, those tears started to flow from my eyes. Taking a step towards him, I wiped my tears. “Explain why the man who doesn’t want
Damien’s POVThe leather chair creaked as I leaned back, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk. The pack call had been going on for nearly an hour, and the tension in the room was palpable. We were discussing territory disputes and strategies to expand our influence. My goal was clear: to secure the largest territory assignment in the upcoming council deliberations led by me, the Lycan Alpha King. This wasn’t just about land—it was about power, respect, and cementing my status as the strongest Alpha in the region. And I can do anything to accomplish and protect it even if I have to spill blood.“Damien, what’s your next step?” one of the council members on the call asked, breaking my train of thought.“I’ll handle it,” I said, my voice calm yet commanding. “We’ll increase patrols on the eastern border. Any encroachment will be dealt with swiftly.”Just as I was about to elaborate, the door to my office was flung open with a loud crash. I looked up, irritation flashing through me, bu
Georgia’s POVMy first night in my new apartment was a quiet one. I stood in the middle of the small, sparsely furnished living room, staring at the stack of unopened boxes that lined the walls that I needed to unpack. It was nothing like the sprawling, luxurious house I’d shared with Damien, but it was mine. My sanctuary. Or so I’d thought.The apartment was modest—a small one-bedroom tucked into the corner of an aging brick building. The creaking floorboards and slightly peeling paint made it feel lived-in, cozy even. I liked it. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. But that feeling evaporated the second the sharp, insistent knock rattled my front door. My heart froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone.“Open the door, Georgia,” Damien’s voice barked from the other side. Cold and commanding, just like I remembered.I stayed rooted in place, my fingers trembling at my sides. The lock was flimsy at best, and I didn’t trust it to hold.“Georgia!” His tone rose, fury spill
Georgia’s POVMy body was still in shock, my breathing uneven. It happened right in front of my eyes, a scene I never imagined I would live through played on repeat in my mind. Damian, the man I had called my husband for years, had threatened to kill me if I leave our marriage. His voice, once my comfort, had twisted into something dark and merciless. He had meant every word. Marrying him at age 21 had always been the best thing that ever happened to me even though he was 30. But now, all I see was marriage in hell.Just then, the stranger’s voice broke through my thoughts, gentle but firm.“Are you okay?” He asked.The man standing before me had the bluest eyes I had ever seen… like the afternoon sky on a sunny day and his lips perfectly curved up in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes while he stared at meI looked up at him sharply, my heart lurching. The stranger was standing just a few feet away, his presence moments ago made me feel safe rather than in danger and now, he appeared
Georgia’s POVI cradled the glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the liquid, my thought blank.A few moment I was happy, another moment I was about celebrating my marriage anniversary and another moment, they were all my past memories that has been shattered. I am the most unlucky female on this earth.The photo of Damien kissing me on our wedding day remained permanently etched in my head.I took one gulp of the liquid, my vision blurred with tears. “I lost everything” I snapped, glaring at the glass in my head right before I beckoned to Kael who thought I was in this state because of the fake attack I told him about my pack that led me homeless.. He pulled his seat beside me, towering over me..“I understand everything.”I still did not give him a glance but in my peripheral vision, I could see his arm… corded arm with tattoos wrapped around them like a second skin due to the short sleeve he was putting on unlike the time where he wore a long sleeve when I first saw him.My thr
Georgia’s POVThe relentless ringing of my phone dragged me out of sleep, the vibrating sound drilling into my skull like a cruel wake-up call. I groaned, shifting under the heavy blankets, my body aching in protest. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I tried to stretch my hand toward my phone on the nightstand, but the moment I moved, a sharp pain shot through my head as I held unto my head, wincing in pain. Pressing a hand against my forehead, feeling the dull, persistent throb at my temples, I tried not to move to relieve the pain.Flashes of last night’s activities fill my mind. The amazing moment I had experienced with Kael. His touch and how his hands were gentle against my skin but I was quick to shake this thought off my head. I can’t let this thought consume me. It was just a one night stand and I am not feeling guilty. Damien had cheated on me after all. The ringing started again, cutting through my sluggish thoughts. With a heavy sigh, I grabbed the phone as I saw the caller ID. Fat
Kael’s POVThe reflection of the morning light from the open window interrupted my sleep, its rays smiling against my closed eyelids. I groaned, rolling onto my side as I struggled to blink myself awake. My hand rubbed my tired eyes, while the other instinctively reached out across the bed, fingers trailing over the cool, empty sheets searching for her. A small frown formed between my brows as my hand searched further, moving over every corner I could reach until suddenly, I felt nothing.My eyes snapped open.I turned my head toward the side of the bed where she had laid last night, where her body had been pressed against me, where the scent of her skin had filled in the sheets. I inhaled it deeply and slowly.The way she had looked at me in the eyes while I was inside her, how she bit her lips seductively, how her breath hitched as my hands roamed her bare skin, how she had whispered my name in a voice so soft and sweet, how she had surrendered herself to me entirely.I exhaled sha
Kael’s POVEver since Georgia had left that day, memories of her was still fresh in my mind. I had searched for her everywhere. I’d passed by her house more times than I cared to admit, always leaving with the same disappointment. I haunted that damn club where we met, hoping she’d walk through the doors again, but she never did.Shortly, my door creaked open, revealing Lucy, my mistress. Lucy stepped. She is wearing a transparent fitted black dress, thin straps hugging her shoulders, the neckline plunging and showing her cleavage and part of her breast just enough to tempt the eye. “You’ve been different,” she said quietly, stepping closer. Her voice carried a softness. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”I said nothing.“I come here, and you barely look at me. You don’t touch me anymore… not like before.” Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached. I didn’t answer. When I didn’t respond, she moved closer, standing between my knees now, her body mere inches from
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
Lucy’s POVI watched as Georgia strolled to the window, her fingers curled around the thin fabric of the curtain as she stared outside. “You can’t stay here forever, Georgia,” I said quietly.She didn’t respond at first, just exhaled softly as if my words were an inevitable truth she wasn’t ready to face. Then, finally, she spoke.“I don’t want to go back,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Kael is here and I want to find him.”I moved closer, sitting on the chair beside her. “I know,” I said. “But you can’t hide here either. Father is waiting.”Her expression flickered, something unreadable passing through her features. “I know?” she murmured.I frowned slightly. “Of course.”She let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s always waiting. And when I finally get there, it’s never the right time.”I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Georgia, I understand. But we can’t keep postponing this. We need to go home. Forget about Kael.For a mo
Georgia’s POVEveryone had bowed to him, their bodies pressed low to the ground. And even after he had disappeared into the dark from which he had come, they remained there, kneeling, heads still lowered as though his presence was still there. For minutes, silence reigned, only broken by the occasional whisper of prayer or the rustle of fabric as someone shifted or moved. Then, almost as if on cue, a wave of cheers erupted. I stayed standing, unable to tear my eyes away from the door. It was foolish, but the urge to move forward, to press my palm against that wood and push through and walk towards him, claw at it if I had to, gripped me so suddenly it almost scared me. But I knew better. If I tried to approach that door, I would be caught.I swallowed, forcing my shoulders to relax even as the weight of unanswered questions pressed against me.“C’mon, Georgia, dance!” Lucy’s voice shattered through my haze as she yanked me toward the dancing crowd.I stumbled, barely catching myself,