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 POVKael’s eyes burned into mine as he hovered over me, his body caging me against the bed.His warmth surrounded me, his scent, smoky seeping into my senses, making my head spin. I have missed his scent. His touches could only make me remember my first night with him. How he made me feel like a woman. How I enjoyed every one of his touches and kisses. The thought of it only made me crave even more.My heart pounded, anticipation coiling low in my belly as he lifted a hand to my face, his rough fingertips tracing the curve of my jaw.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with restrained hunger.I was. Not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of him. From the way he looked at me as if I were something sacred and forbidden all at once. I swallowed hard, but I couldn’t find my voice, not when his thumb brushed over my lower lip, teasing, testing. Kael’s gaze dropped to my mouth, and then, with deliberate slowness, he lowered his head. The moment his lips brushed ag
Kael’s POVI didn’t know how to describe it. Maybe it was lust, or maybe it was because I felt the presence of my wife in her. I shut my eyes, feeling the moment as my mouth called out her name in a slow desperate groan.“Georgia… Georgia…”Each movement only seemed to deepen the connection between us like a language spoken without words. Her fingers clenched the bed sheets beneath her as breathless moans spilled from her lips. I pulled her up, guiding her body into a new position, a doggy style, my hands was firm and reverent as I held her close. Her breath hitched as I slid inside again, slow at first, savoring the way her body responded to mine. One hand traced the curve of her waist, moving upwards until my palm covered her breast, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest. My other hand traveled lower, squeezing her ass. In a swift motion, I tore her undies completely and threw it to the flow and then slid in again in a swift motion as a hot scream pleasurable moan left her l
Lucy’s POVI had always given him everything. Every single request Damien made from my late father’s pack, I had fulfilled without question. I never told Caleb or Shedrack, my brothers, about it. I did it willingly, out of love, out of duty as his wife. But today… Today, something inside me broke.“No, Damien,” I said, my voice steady. “I can’t do this anymore.”His sharp cold eyes lifted from the document he had placed in front of me, another request, another demand. I had lost count of how much he had taken from my father’s pack since we married. Resources, warriors, influence, I gave them all to him without a word. But I couldn’t anymore. This one request was too much. If I signed this, I would be handing over the last of what my father built.His expression darkened over his chiseled features. “Excuse me?” His voice held a dangerous edge, one I had grown too familiar with.I swallowed hard, but I refused to show any hint of fear. “I said no.”The silence stretched between us, thic
Lucy’s POVI woke up the next day with a heaviness in my chest, as if the night’s misgivings had seeped into my bones. I set out, determined to meet the man to whom I owed some money for a job well done. The agreed meeting spot was a lonely, desolate corner, a forgotten building. He had threatened me the last time and I didn’t want him to cause me any trouble.I reached the spot where he waited, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness was as unmistakable as the dark lines carved into his weathered face. He leaned casually against a graffitied wall, his eyes cold and calculating as they met mine. With trembling fingers, I retrieved the envelope from my bag. I set the envelope down on the grimy concrete between us. His gaze moved over it, and then he spoke in a low, menacing tone: “You’re lucky to have paid.” His voice was devoid of any warmth, and as he continued, “If not, I’d have made sure everyone knew your little secret,” each word struck me like a blow. His threat was clear, and
Georgia’s POVKael stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. The deep charcoal fabric hugged his body perfectly. Beside him, Rebecca, his newly appointed personal assistant, stood poised, her blouse tucked neatly into a sleek pencil skirt. Kael turned slightly, catching my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m heading to the office,” he announced, his voice smooth yet authoritative.I nodded, watching as he and Rebecca walked toward the door and they left. I sank into the plush couch before reaching for the remote. As soon as I turned on the television, the news channel flashed across the screen, and my heart nearly stopped at what I saw.There she was, Lucy, my step-sister, her face plastered across the screen like a criminal in a wanted poster.The headline read: “BREAKING NEWS: LUCY EXPOSED!”It felt surreal, almost like a dream, but the reporter’s voice confirmed the reality of what I was witnessing.“…Shocking revelations about Lucy have surfaced, lead
Lucy’s POVMoments later, I stepped into the garden, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as I pressed the phone against my ear. My fingers curled into a fist at my side, nails digging into my palm as the call rang. Once, twice, then a click.“Hello?” His voice was as indifferent as ever, a cold, distant tone that only fueled my rage.“You bastard,” I hissed through gritted teeth, barely able to contain myself. “You sold me out!”There was silence on the other end, a pause as if he were giving me the chance to compose myself. I didn’t want composure. “I paid you,” I snarled. “I made sure you had everything you asked for. And you still went and did this? Why? Why would you expose my secret?”His sigh was slow, almost bored. “Watch your tone.”A short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. “Watch my tone?” I repeated, incredulous. “You think you have the right to tell me how to speak after what you’ve done?”“You forget yourself,” he said smoothly, as if he was scolding a child. “If you
Kael’s POVThe house was lively than usual asI stepped into the welcoming giggles of my kids from the building.The office had drained me, my mind clouded with never-ending decisions and problems that seemed to have no solution. It was indeed a hectic day. Pushing open the door, the sight that met my eyes brought a momentary pause to the exhaustion. Georgia was with my twins, her face softened as she interacted with them. The two small babies giggled and shrieked to her plays.“Ruth, prepare the kids’ meal,” Georgia said, straightening up as soon as she noticed my presence.The caregiver, Ruth, nodded, giving the children a warm smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Georgia, however, remained smiling as she approached.I didn’t acknowledge her immediately. Instead, I sighed, walked over to the couch, and sank into it, my hands running through my hairs. The silence between us stretched only for some minutes before she broke the silence.“Did you see the news?”I exhaled sharply,
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