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
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