Kael’s POVFor months, my life had been consumed by one meeting after another. Every day brought new challenges, disputes, and responsibilities that demanded my attention. As the leader of my pack, it was my duty to ensure stability, fairness, and strength. There was little room for rest, and even less for personal matters.Ethan who was now my collaborator on the other hand had informed me months ago about his father’s passing. I remembered the call clearly, the grief he tried to mask. I had sent my condolences, acknowledging his loss, but I never visited. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. I had simply been too caught up in the endless demands of leadership. Georgia on the other hand, I had let her be and free. I didn’t try to contact her, I knew she wouldn’t forgive me and I also didn’t bother asking after her.Perhaps, if I were honest with myself, I also avoided it for another reason. Grief had a way, and I had no desire to be reminded of my own losses. Facing Georgia would mean ackno
Georgia’s POVI woke up to the ringing of the phone vibrating against the bedside table, pulling me from sleep as I reached for it and one of the nurses whom I shared a room with handed me the phone.“Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.“Good morning.”The voice on the other end chuckled. “Congratulations! My boss approved your application , and I’m happy to inform you that you’ve been selected for the position.”“Oh my God, thank you! Thank you so much!”“We’re looking forward to having you on board. As for your first day, a car will come to pick you up. Please send us your address after this call.”“I will, absolutely,” I said.“Great. Welcome to the team.”The call ended, and for a moment, I just sat there, staring at my phone in disbelief. It was happening so fast. It was less than 24 hours.I sent my address immediately. Not long after, a sleek, black car pulled up in front of the apartment. The driver, a well-dressed man in a crisp suit, stepped out and opened t
Georgia’s POVThe steady hum of the heart monitor was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the lighting of the hospital room. My body ached, but it was a dull, distant pain. The surgery had been successful. I was alive.The door creaked open, breaking me from my thoughts. A man stepped in. He was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. I didn’t recognize him.He spoke to the doctors. “Is there any more balance to be paid for the surgery?”The doctor shook his head. “No, Mr. KD. Everything has been taken care of.”My breath hitched at the name. Mr. KD?It was then that realization struck. This wasn’t just some benefactor, he was supposed to be my new boss, the man I had been set to work under as his personal assistant. Then the doctor turned to me with a smile.“You should say thank you to Mr. KD. He covered all your medical bills.”I stared at the man in front of me.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I struggled to sit up, ignoring the stiffne
Georgia’s POVOnce I was done filling in the information on the Google Sheet, I sat back in the chair. I had been waiting for Mr. KD to come downstairs, but he never did.A sigh escaped me as I glanced toward the grand staircase, but I dismissed the idea of calling out to him. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked interruptions. I had quickly learned that since stepping into this house. Mr. KD was a man of few words, always straight to the point. No small talk, no pleasantries, always minding his business. He doesn’t even chitchat with me.Deciding I had waited long enough, I stood and picked up the laptop. The elevator was the fastest way up. Stepping inside, I pressed the button for the top floor, the numbers ascending as a smooth chime accompanied each level.When the doors finally slid open, I was met with the sight of his room door at the far end. I hesitated before stepping out. I made my way there. This was my first time coming to his room. Something about it made my pulse quicke
Kael’s POVHearing her say her name to be Georgia struck something inside me. Considering she couldn’t remember her past, I couldn’t make any sense of the feeling.I leaned back in my leather chair, fingers drumming against the armrest as I processed the strange reaction her name had triggered. Something didn’t add up. If she had no recollection of who she was, then why did she bear Georgia?Shaking the thought away, I reached for my phone and dialed my secretary.“Sir?”“Lisa, I need you to send me my PA’s file, the one she used when she applied for the job.”A brief silence followed before she responded, “Sir… Georgia never submitted an application.”I frowned. “What do you mean she never submitted one?”“Exactly that, sir. I interviewed her and she was up to the task and you suggested I employ her.”I sat up straighter, my grip tightening on the phone. “That’s not possible. Check again.”“I already have, sir,” she said, her tone professional yet cautious. “Her personnel file doesn’
Georgia’s POVThe moment we stepped into the extravagant banquet hall, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes turning toward us. Everyone was dressed in their most expensive attire. “Stand straight, don’t slouch,” KD murmured under his breath as we strode forward. His sharp hazel eyes moved toward me briefly before returning to the sea of guests waiting to greet him. “Try not to embarrass yourself within the first five minutes.”That was too harsh, coming from a man who had just spent the entire car ride here smirking at me like I was his personal entertainment for the evening.“I’m sorry sir,” I huffed under my breath, adjusting the strap of my evening clutch while maintaining what I hoped was a confident expression. For some reasons, I felt here looked familiar. As if I had been here before.I was here as his personal assistant, nothing more, nothing less. My job was to follow him, smile when necessary, and most importantly not make a fool of myself.“Ah, Kael! You made it!” A tall, b
Georgia’s POVI couldn’t understand why I had made such a huge mess at that party. And I couldn’t piece together why. And then, suddenly, memories of Lucy began to flash through my mind. It was as if I had seen her before, known her from somewhere beyond just passing glances at that party. My head throbbed with the intensity of it, a strange familiarity settling over me. Where had I met her? Why did my gut twist every time I remember her face?I shut my eyes tightly, pressing my fingers against my temples, willing my mind to sort through the fragments of my past. And then, like a dam breaking, I remembered everything.Lucy wasn’t just some manipulative stranger trying to stir up trouble. She was my step-sister. The very girl I had grown up with, the one who had always found a way to stand above me, to make me feel small, insignificant.And Damien… my ex-husband. The man who had once held my heart in a clenched fist, only to squeeze until there was nothing left but shattered pieces. T
Lucy’s POVThe tires screeched against the gravel as I halted the car in front of a lonely, uncompleted building. The place was abandoned, forgotten by time.I switched off the engine and sat still for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as I stared in front. I didn’t want to be here, but this was necessary. I had to get this over with.Stepping out, I shut the door with a soft thud and made my way toward the entrance of the building. My boots crunched against the dirt and scattered debris. The woman was already inside, waiting for me.She stood near the center of the hollow structure, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes met mine as I approached, her expression unreadable.“You came,” she said simply.I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. “I don’t have much time.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me, then nodded in understanding. “I figured as much.”I hesitated before speaking again, exhaling slowly. “How are the babies?”“They’re fine,” she answered, her tone calm,
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