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.
Kael’s POV As Georgia sat with me, I turned my head slightly, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She sat beside me, quiet, almost hesitant. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder.“I need a massage,” I said, my voice sounded casual.I hadn’t expected her to say yes. I had half-expected her to roll her eyes, scoff, or find an excuse to leave but she wouldn’t do that. I was paying her after all. She nodded, hesitating only for a moment before shifting closer, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders.“Just relax,” she murmured.Her hands on my shoulder made me feel strange. I didn’t know how I was feeling but I felt loved.The moment her fingers pressed against my shoulders, I sucked in a slow breath. Her touch was tentative at first, testing, but as she gained confidence, she applied more pressure, working through my muscles. I closed my eyes, letting my head drop forward slightly. “That feels good.”She said no words.I exhaled as her hands moved lower, kneading along the curv
Georgia’s POV“Shift back,” I said, tilting my head just slightly, enough to create distance.He didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent something sharp crawling down my spine.“Stop staring,” I added, my voice flat, blunt. It wasn’t a request.His gaze moved, and I realized exactly what he had been staring at. It was my lips. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, amused, as if my reaction was something he found entertaining.“Are you going to act like this the whole time?” His husky voice was smooth, but there was something something taunting. “Because I didn’t pay for this kind of attitude.”His words made my stomach churn. So, that’s what he thought? That everything was about money? That because he had paid me, he could dictate what I did, how I behaved, how I breathed?I clenched my jaw, swallowing my rage in my throat. I hated that he thought like that. I hated even more that he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had taken the job. And I
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 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