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 stood frozen as Kael spoke. “I don’t have much time left,” he added. Kael let out a slow breath before looking up at me, his eyes softer than I had ever seen them. “I’ve been diagnosed with an incurable disease,” he said, and just like that, the air was knocked out of my lungs.I stayed calm. I knew all this so I wasn’t shocked.“I’ve known for a while now,” he continued, watching me carefully. “That’s why I adopted the kids. I wanted to make sure they had someone, someone who would love them, protect them. Someone who wouldn’t leave them alone in this world. And I wanted an heir in my name”I stepped forward. I tried to speak but no words came. He shook his head, silencing me with a look. “You are the only family they have now. And you…” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You are the only person I trust with them.” He stepped closer, standing in front of me.“They need you,” he said and took another step closer. “And I need you to love them as if they we
Georgia’s POVKael was now lying down in the coma bed.I sat beside him as I reached for his hand. It was cold, lifeless in my grip. My chest ached, and my eyes burned from the tears that had been pouring. My vision blurred as I looked at his face. It was pale and still. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sign that he was still here, still alive.“Kael,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on his hand. “Please, please open your eyes.”My tears fell onto the hospital sheets, darkening the pristine fabric. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.“It’s me, Georgia,” I continued, choking on my words. “I’m your wife. I remembered everything. Every little piece about us.”I sniffled, brushing my free hand against my wet cheeks. My other hand remained wrapped around his, unwilling to let go.“I remember, Kael,” I whispered. “I remember everything now,” I confessed. “The pregnancy I once had… they were your babies.”A fresh sob wracked my body as I squeezed his fin
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