Kael’s POVFor the past few hours, I have been having sleepless night. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, but my mind refused to rest. Georgia’s thoughts filled my mind. I miss her a lot no matter how hard I try not to.With a sigh, I sat up, running a hand through my hair. Maybe a distraction would help. I reached for the folder on my nightstand, the doctor’s report. My fingers hesitated over the seal before I finally ripped it open, scanning the words. No cure had been found yet.I picked up my phone and did research again online, Page after page, medical journals, forums, even obscure theories but still found nothing. I exhaled sharply, gripping my phone tighter. A lonely man. That’s what I was. Not just lonely, but empty. A failed king. No wife. No children. No family here. The title meant nothing when there was no one to carry it on, no one to call my own.If not a wife, then at least a child.Maybe a surrogate mother? Or maybe Adoption? A child to carry my name, to look up
Georgia’s POVMy chest still heaved from his presence, from the force of his kiss, an unwanted, stolen moment that left me reeling with shock and fury. My fingers clutched the towel against my body.Kael stood there, his eyes unreadable, his lips slightly parted as though he was just realizing what he had done.But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had done it.“Is this how you treat your workers, huh?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. “First, you sneak into my room, sit in the dark like some predator, watching me undress. And now, you force a kiss on me?”He said nothing.I clenched my jaw, stepping forward. My anger burned hotter than my discomfort. “Do you think this is acceptable?” My voice rose, fueled by the storm inside me. “Do you think you can do whatever the hell you want just because you’re my boss.”He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He just stood there coldly staring at me, his gaze locked onto me as if he was seeing something else entirely.That on
Georgia’s POVKael stopped at a supermarket on our way home, surprising me by heading straight into the babies section. I watched as he picked out items, turning packages over as if trying to decide if that particular product was the best. He grabbed a pink pacifier and then immediately put it back, replacing it with a blue one, I raised a brow.“They’re twins. You should get both,” I pointed out.He grunted and tossed both into the basket, along with diapers, baby wipes, formula, and what seemed like half the baby section. By the time we reached the cashier, I was convinced he had no idea what he was buying.When we got home, my eyes immediately landed on the babies, still fast asleep while we cradled them. Something about their tiny faces, so peaceful and innocent, tugged at something deep inside me. A soft spot.Kael’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Make arrangements for them. Get a nanny to take care of them.”I turned to him, my arms crossing over my chest. “I want to take ca
Georgia’s POVThe next day, after finishing my interview with the lady who had applied for the personal assistant job, I sat across from Kael in his office. His gaze was fixed on me, expectant, as he waited for my thoughts.“She’s not fit for the job,” I told him, leaning back in my chair. “She lacks the experience needed to handle the responsibilities, and frankly, she seemed more interested in asking about you than the actual job itself.”Kael smirked slightly, tapping a pen against his desk. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he murmured, shaking his head. “But you should keep the position open. There will be other applicants.”I sighed but nodded. “Alright. I’ll continue looking.”That discussion wrapped up quickly, and the rest of the day was mostly spent tending to the twins. Later, while they were asleep and under Kael’s watchful eye, I decided to step out for a quick errand. The twins were running low on baby milk and a few other essentials, and I didn’t want to wait until the last m
Georgia’s POVI made my way to the room, my feet moving quietly against the floor. It was already late, but the soft cooing and laughter of the babies filled the air, their tiny voices bubbling out loud as I wondered what was making them laugh out so loud.A small smile tugged at my lips as I approached Kael’s door. I knocked once before pushing it open. But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me.Kael Donavan, the feared Lycan King, the man whose very name sent shivers down the spines of his enemies, was standing in the middle of the room… dressed like a female dancer.My breath hitched. He had wrapped a silk scarf around his waist like a makeshift skirt, and there were glittering bangles on his wrists. His usually intimidating face was painted with an exaggerated pout as he swayed his hips in the most ridiculous manner I had ever seen.The twins were in their crib, their tiny bodies shaking with laughter, obviously loving his dance. Their eyes sparkled, and
Georgia’s POVDays of hunting for a nanny and personal assistant were finally over. It had taken longer than expected, but I was relieved to have finally found the right people for the job. Now, standing before them, I studied the two young women who had made it through the rigorous selection process.Clearing my throat, I shifted my attention to the woman I had chosen as Alpha Kael’s personal assistant. She was tall and well-dressed, her straight brown hair neatly tucked behind her ears, giving her a polished and professional appearance. “Your job as Alpha Kael’s PA requires complete dedication,” I stated firmly. “You are expected to manage his schedule, handle official correspondence, and assist in matters that require organization. However, I need to be clear on one thing.” I fixed her with a steady gaze. “You are here for work, not to get distracted by Kael’s personal life. Keep your focus, and you will do well.”She nodded quickly, her fingers clasping the folder she held. “Unde
Georgia’s POVI made my way back quickly to meet Ruth and Nathaniel after buying the toys for the babies. My hands clutched on Natalie and the small paper bags with soft plush animal toys and colorful toy building blocks were enough to bring joy to the little ones.When I arrived, Alpha Kael was already there. He sat in a chair. Ruth sat beside him, her posture relaxed to Nathaniel, his eyes watching the crowd with curiosity.I hesitated for a fraction of a second before joining them, sliding into the empty seat beside Ruth. It pressed down, making people fidget, whisper, and second-guess their actions. He wasn’t just any alpha, he was a force, even when he wasn’t trying to be.Just as I settled in, a passerby stopped in their tracks, their gaze locking onto us. A woman, draped in a flowing green shawl, clutched the arm of the man beside her, eyes alight with curiosity.“Oh, look,” she cooed, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “The Alpha’s new children. Such a kind heart he has,
Kael’s POVLater that night, I made my way to my hospital results once again, glancing at the clinical words printed in black ink. My wealth, my power, none of it could save me.The thought of not having a cure for my sickness shattered me. The almighty Lycan King, feared and revered across the lands, had been reduced to nothing but a man with a countdown looming over his head.For years, I had ruled with an iron grip, conquering territories, ensuring my dominance remained unquestioned. I had never known true defeat until now. This illness had stripped away the illusion of invincibility I had carefully built around myself.Perhaps I did not have much time left.Then what was I holding onto?I leaned back in my leather chair, letting out a breath that felt heavier than usual. Death did not scare me. I had seen it enough times, dealt it with my own hands, watched it steal those who were too weak to fight back. But this… this slow, inevitable decline… it felt worse than any battlefield.
Georgia’s POVThe door creaked open, and my heart clenched in my chest. I shot to my feet instinctively, my hands trembling at my sides. It was the doctor. His eyes softened as they met mine. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.“It was a success,” he said, his voice warm, almost carrying relief. “The transfusion went smoothly for both Nathaniel and Nathalie.”A breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding escaped me in a shaky exhale. My knees nearly gave out, and I had to grab the back of the chair to steady myself. Tears sprang to my eyes, blurring his face.“Thank God…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Ruth, who had been silently sitting at the edge of the waiting area, clasped her hands tightly against her chest and murmured a quiet prayer of gratitude.“You can see them now,” the doctor added with a gentle nod. “They’re resting, but they’ll be fine.”I swallowed back the tightness in my throat and followed him, my steps quick, almost desperate. Ruth was right behind me, her pace h
Georgia’s POVThe door creaked open with a hush of footsteps, and the doctor stepped in. His eyes found mine immediately. I held my breath, clutching the thin hospital blanket closer to my chest as though it could shield me from the weight of his words.“We’re preparing for the transfusion now,” he began, his voice calm but brisk. “Both your babies will be taken in shortly.”My throat went dry, my heart twisting painfully in my chest. “Is the blood ready?” I asked, my voice barely more than a rasp.He nodded, and then almost as an afterthought, he added, “A man called earlier. He arranged everything. He made the full payment for the procedures, and he even provided the blood bags.”I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What? What man?” My words tumbled out in a rush, breathless and tight.The doctor tilted his head slightly. “He didn’t give a name. Only said he was a Good Samaritan.”A Good Samaritan. My brows furrowed in disbelief. That sounded like something out of a storybook, too
Georgia’s POV I didn’t wait for Leah’s questions.Didn’t wait for her to follow, didn’t care about the confusion in her eyes or the way her hand had reached out, brushing air instead of my arm. The look she gave me as I stormed out was a mixture of concern, but my heart was racing too fast to process it. All I knew was that I needed to get home now.By the time Leah made it outside, I was already gone. The cab tyres screeched as the driver pulled away.I flung the door open the moment I reached home, my breath ragged as I rushed inside.“Ruth!” I called out as I entered her room. “Where are they? Where are my kids?”She appeared almost instantly from down the hallway, her face pale, her eyes shadowed with worry.“They’ve been running a high fever,” she said, “I tried to manage it but this isn’t ordinary. We need to take them to the hospital.”A million possibilities shot through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. I just nodded as we carried the twins, barely conscious,
Georgia’s POVLater that night, the low hum of my laptop was the only sound in the room as I stared at the rejection email on the screen for what felt like the hundredth time. I was back in the same cycle. The same bitter feeling, the same sense of defeat. I had applied for the visa to the Lycan kingdom again, and just like the last time, the result was the same. Denied.Each rejection felt more personal than the last, as though the door I was trying so desperately to open was being slammed in my face, over and over. It stung, but it wasn’t new. I had grown used to it.I rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration building inside me. It was late, well past midnight but sleep didn’t seem like an option. How could it, with everything I was trying to juggle? The Lycan kingdom felt so far out of reach, and yet it was all I could think about. I had hoped things might change this time, but hope had let me down again.Just as I was about to close the laptop and force
Georgia's POVAfter work that day, I followed Leah to her house.“Here we are,” she said, turning to face me with a smile. “This will be your room for tonight and every other nights. Make yourself at home.”The room was cozy, nothing too fancy, but it had a welcoming charm. A queen-sized bed covered with a soft, floral duvet, a bookshelf filled with well-loved novels, and a small desk by the window where the last traces of sunlight were fading. “Thank you, Leah,” I said, a little sheepishly as I set my bag down on the floor near the chair. I glanced around again, taking it all in. “This is really nice.”Leah smiled, and for a second, I could tell she was genuinely happy I liked it. “Of course! You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. The couch in the living room is also available if you want to switch it up.” She paused, watching me carefully as I unpacked a few things. “But seriously, I think this room will be much more comfortable. It’s quiet, and you can get a good rest.”I ap
Georgia's POVI turned to see Leah, my new friend, perhaps. She was walking toward me with a smile that seemed to melt the grayness of the day. Her hair, loosely tied into a messy bun, bounced with each step. I tried to force a smile, but I wasn’t sure how convincing it was. Leah’s steps slowed as she approached, her smile faltering just for a moment. She must have seen the way my sad expression."Hey," she said softly, tilting her head to the side. "What’s wrong?" Her voice was gentle but laced with a genuine concern that made my heart ache.I looked at her, not sure how to explain. I barely knew her, after all. Leah had only started working at the orphanage a year ago and it's barely 48 hours since I knew her, and I still wasn’t sure how I had managed to connect with her so quickly. But in the short time we’d known each other, she’d somehow become someone I trusted, someone whose kindness was like a lifeline I could cling to."I saw you with your luggage earlier," she continued, he
Georgia's POVI would rather leave here willingly instead of being thrown out from my own house. Damien had been playing his game for far too long, and I had finally reached my limit. His coldness, his manipulation, the constant feeling of being trapped in a place that no longer felt like home had all worn me down. I left the bed and stood in front of the mirror earlier, staring at the reflection of someone who was no longer sure who they were, wondering how I had let it all slip away. The person staring back at me was someone who had accepted far too many things that weren’t right, things I should never have let slide. And now, it has come to this. I was too soft, too weak."If I’m going to be treated like this in my own damn house," I muttered to myself, fists clenched at my sides, "then maybe it’s better I leave and never come back."But where do I go?Damien had taken everything from me, my father’s company, the inheritance, every penny I had thought would belong to me and Lucy.
Georgia's POVSuddenly, there was a screeching sound that came from behind me, it was sharp and terrifying, and deafening. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as the sound of the car tyre tearing against the asphalt filled the air. I whipped around, but before I could fully process what was happening, the car hit me as I fell on the tiled floor with injuries covering every part of my body. It happened so fast.A sharp, intense pain shot through my body. My vision blurred, but I could stIll see the headlights of the car. My body felt cold, as though I was no longer part of the world I had been walking in only moments ago.Pain. Unbearable pain. It felt like every inch of my body was on fire. My limbs ached, my chest crushed. The impact from the car had rattled every bone, and the pain coursing through me was more than just physical. More like I was bleeding internally, all-consuming. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, my body betraying me, sinking
Georgia’s POV The 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 whe