Blossom POV When Dean finally manages to stifle his laughter at the revelation I've just shared, he stares up at the ceiling and says, "I always thought he only said that to motivate me to work harder. Maybe it was a tactic to break me down so he could rebuild me into the perfect obedient soldier-son." "Aries said you were adopted?" I ask, searching his expression. "He never came right out and said it, but there have always been hints since childhood. I assumed Ares was more emotionally available for Caleb because I was destined for Alphahood and wasn't supposed to be groomed for emotions. I often felt like an outsider during family gatherings, like I didn't belong. There's only one part of this that troubles me deeply," Dean pauses. "Your mother?" I fill in the blank, and he nods. "Why couldn't she tell me? I never felt that the love she gave me was any different from what she gave Caleb. So why wouldn't she have just told me eventually? I need to see her. I need to talk to my m
Blossom POV We arrive at the nearest hospital to the villa and are quickly ushered into the maternity wing. I undergo a thorough examination by a midwife, and it's confirmed—I'm ready to deliver. Dean remains in the room while the rest of our guests are asked to wait in the nearby area. I'm already dressed in a hospital gown, and Dean has changed into scrubs, complete with a plastic face mask. I've decided against any nerve block or epidural because I don't want to take any unnecessary risks. The doctors explain the potential complications involved, and because I've opted out of anesthesia, I'm moved to a room where it's not possible for me to shift forms. A memory flashes through my mind of the cellar where my captors held me prisoner, using metal mesh to confine me. I can't help but wonder if that's the same material they used. Just then, another contraction hits me, and I determine to remain focused on what's about to happen. "I love you, Dean," I begin to cry. Dean, looking p
Blossom POV Yet rather than feel grief, Dean finds a strange sense of relief. Part of him believes that all of Boo's essence has returned to his soul. Another part wonders if Boo simply ran off because no one was caring for him. He realizes he needs clarity, so he decides to talk to Jovielyn to confirm that his dream wasn't just a figment of his imagination. I sense it wasn't just a dream either. I reassure Dean that I heard the same deep voice when my parents welcomed me into the Lycan royal family. He believes me, yet he still craves validation about all the other details. There are too many questions swirling in his mind. The absence of Priscilla at the villa disappoints me, as Dean is eager to consult her about everything that has transpired. Maria mentions, "She probably went to see Jovielyn." "Okay, that's where we need to go then. I'm sure that mom will love meeting her grandson," Dean responds to me. "Come on! We just got home! Can we at least stay for one night?" I plea
Blossom POV Dean wakes up, face down on his desk, only to be jolted awake by the sound of Virgil crying. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom where I'm already there, trying to soothe our baby with gentle sounds and soft blankets. "Has he been fed yet?" Dean asks, his voice still thick with sleep. I look up at him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "I was just asking... How about you spend some time with the little guy while I catch some rest?" Dean suggests, trying to be helpful, though I'm not exactly in the mood to receive that help. "It's not just 'hanging out' with him, Dean. He's your son, not Caleb." "You're right; he is my son. So why don't you go get some rest, and I'll take care of him? You don't want to have a panic attack and eat our child!" It's true that Dean isn't always the most sensitive, but he does have a point. I can't deny that. "Just be careful with him, please," I respond, giving in slightly. Dean gently takes Virgil into his arms, and as i
Blossom's POV Dean was having a breakdown. The usual vibrant energy that crackled around him had vanished, replaced by a chilling stillness. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, as if the weight of the world had settled upon him, crushing him under its burden. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that screamed of a struggle unseen, a battle fought within the confines of his own mind. His normally bright eyes were clouded with a dull ache, the spark of life dimmed by a weariness that seemed to seep into his very being. It was a stark contrast to the usual Dean, the one who could light up a room with his infectious laughter and quick wit. This Dean, this silent, subdued version, was a stranger to me. Then, a movement in the side mirror caught my eye, a fleeting glimpse of something out of place, a blur of movement that vanished as quickly as it appeared. My heart leaped into my throat, a wave of panic washing over me. "They're gone! Where did they go?!" I exclaime
Blossom POV "None of it, Sweetheart. Everything you were told was as true as it could be without that one crucial detail. The only reason I kept that from you boys was to prevent any disconnection between you. I knew that if you found out you had different fathers, Aries would have driven a wedge right between you two..." Jovielyn explains, her voice gentle but firm. "How did you find out who Virgil was?" she inquires, visibly intrigued by the revelation. Dean responds, "He came to me in a vision when I was crowned King of the Lycans. Honestly, I would never have recognized him as my son had he not revealed himself to me." "That's astounding! I'm proud of you for that, by the way. I could smell the scent of royalty the moment you walked through my door," Jovielyn tells him, her pride radiating through her words. Turning her attention to Caleb, she asks about his engagement, "So, you've decided to marry Diana?" Caleb simply smiles and nods, affirming her question. "That's
3rd POVDean and Caleb were instructed to remain at the castle until their mother's last will and testament could be revealed to them directly and in person by her attorney. As requested, they waited patiently, knowing that further instructions would come their way. Meanwhile, I accompanied Diana as we took Virgil and Maria back to the villa. We were concerned about being without essential baby items, as we had only brought enough supplies to last a few days.Before making any impulsive decisions about terminating the entire housekeeping staff, Dean and Caleb decided it would be wise to keep the housekeepers on the payroll for the time being. They knew it would be best to allow some time for clarity regarding the circumstances they were about to face. For the next few days, the brothers used this opportunity to discuss their plans for the packs and how best to unite them all with the least amount of bloodshed possible. During this time together, Caleb shared some exciting news with De
Blossom POV The following month rushed by like a bolt of lightning for our family, each day blending into the next in a whirlwind of emotions. We all made an effort to force smiles, trying to mask the weight of the past year's struggles, hoping to rebuild one another into stronger, more productive members of our family unit. What began as a single month gradually transformed into three, which then seamlessly evolved into five, then a year, and finally, three years. It was during this time that we began to acknowledge a significant change—we were no longer pretending to smile. For the first time since the storm of chaos and sorrow had finally passed, we found ourselves genuinely living happily, savoring the invaluable time granted to us to enjoy life and heal amidst the remnants of what had once been. Caleb and Diana came to the realization that residing in Diana's childhood home was no longer an option, echoing my own struggle with staying in a place that felt utterly transformed.
Fina POV.Upon deciding to use Aries' money to fulfill Eliza's dream of traveling the world, I, make it clear to the two women traveling with me that they too are entitled to a share. I tell them that wherever we are in the world, without exception, if they want to take their part of the money and separate from me, they are more than welcome to do so.And so, our journey begins, with my net worth sitting comfortably at the upper end of six hundred million dollars. We look over Eliza's itinerary to decide where to start our adventure.We take a private jet from the local airstrip to the old JFK airport in the NYT (New York Territory). Because Dean has always wanted to see Times Square, we stay in NYPT for a few weeks, soaking in the sights. While there, we visit a renowned travel agent who helps us prepare for the trip: we get vaccinated, obtain our passports, learn the ins and outs of currency exchange, and shop for essentials. With everything set, we embark on our journey to South Am
The organization known as the "Royal Werewolf Council," formerly the Royal Central Bank, rose to power as the dominant global government in the aftermath of the Great Werewolf-War. They spearheaded the reconstruction of local government infrastructures worldwide and reorganized the planet's workforce. By channeling investments into these efforts, they also developed a new currency and trade system. It became evident, however, that these investments were part of the Royal Central Bank's long-standing and devious plan. For over a century, they had meticulously orchestrated a scheme to gain global control through manipulation and strategic foresight. Their machinations led to a catastrophic war by providing aid to any country willing to adopt their centralist banking system. By doing so, they patiently awaited a conflict that would persuade nations to turn against one another. As each country became embroiled in conflict, alliances broke, and trade partnerships soured under the manipula
Jovielyn always cherished the arrival of spring. There was something enchanting about a cool spring afternoon, the gentle breeze weaving through the newly sprouting leaves, rousing them from winter’s harsh grip. Magic seemed to linger in the air during this season, which revealed itself on the day she met Virgilio.On that particular day, Jovielyn was by the lakefront outside the castle walls, absorbed in her philosophy book while savoring the fresh air. The castle wasn’t her home back then; it belonged to the Knight family, whom she had never encountered face-to-face—until that day.Virgilio led a group of men on a training run around the lake. She noticed them from across the water but remained unfazed, lounging on the grass beneath a willow tree that draped over the lake. Unbeknownst to them, she was there when Virgilio, at the helm of the exercise, accidentally stumbled over her.His companions continued running, laughing at the scene, but Virgilio stopped, feeling the need to apo
Blossom POV As I entered the dining room, my heart raced at the sight of Alejandro in the midst of a business meeting with a group of dubious-looking individuals. He seemed entirely caught off guard by our unexpected arrival. A smile flickered across his face as he muttered something beneath his breath, waiting for us to approach. With a façade that was more unsettling than charming, he nervously ran his fingers through his mustache and exclaimed, "My lovely niece and her Alpha mate! How delightful to see you both! It feels like an eternity since we last met." Dean, not one to tolerate his pretense, interjected bluntly, "Even that would be far too soon." I couldn't help but chuckle at my mate's humor, but I quickly focused on the real reason we had come to Alejandro's home. I glared at the man who had once wielded enough power to manipulate me, the man who had stolen everything from both me and Diana for his self-serving gain. Alejandro had become the bane of my existence, and now
Blossom POV The steamy air of the villa's shower enveloped us, a sanctuary of warmth and intimacy. Dean and I had teleported here before picking up our son, a desperate need for cleansing outweighing everything else. We stood together, the hot water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of a nightmarish ordeal. It was the first time in ages we'd shared a shower, and the intimacy of it was intoxicating. Dean's hands, rough and strong, traced the curves of my body, a silent language of love and longing. I, in turn, ran my fingers across his solid midsection, a familiar comfort that ignited a fire within us. We were a whirlwind of emotions, a symphony of desire and desperation. The remnants of the night clung to us, a grim reminder of the horrors we'd faced. We scrubbed away the blood, the brain matter, the unknown fluids that had stained our skin. The thick soap lathered our bodies, a cleansing ritual that transcended the physical. It was a shared experience, a testam
Blossom POV In just a matter of seconds, the atmosphere in the courthouse transformed dramatically. The once-bustling room was now filled with an eerie stillness as everyone present found themselves completely paralyzed by my voice. Just moments before the Primary Elder's heart would have collapsed within his thoracic cavity, I abruptly halted my song, sensing the urgency of the moment. Dean then stepped in, his voice adopting a firm yet fatherly tone as he addressed the assembly of Elders. "You have a choice, Councilmen," he declared, his presence commanding attention. "You can either come forward, bow before us, and kiss our feet, renouncing any semblance of power you believe you may still possess—this is a courtesy we are under no obligation to extend to you. Alternatively, you can relinquish all the minuscule authority that resides within your frail, sagging bodies right here in front of everyone assembled today. You have ten seconds to make your decision. Choose wisely. Ten."
Blossom POV "Baby... baby!!!" I exclaimed in a frantic voice, slapping Dean gently across the face while pouring water over his head in an effort to jolt him awake. He finally sat up, a dazed expression crossing his features, and I could see that everyone present at the tournament stared at him with an incredulous blend of astonishment and curiosity. It only took a moment for him to realize his vulnerability, the reality of his complete nudity hitting him hard. He turned to me, confusion etched on his face, and asked, "What happened?" "You got tangled up in a clinch with Tristan over there," I explained, my voice steady, though I was bursting with emotions. "He managed to break away and put you into a headlock. You refused to tap out, and the moment you lost consciousness, you shifted. I was terrified—you almost turned Tristan into your next meal. Thankfully, after shifting, you seemed to remain out cold, but it looked like you were trapped in one hell of a nightmare." As I assess
Blossom POV As the referee signals the start of the match, Dean adopts a loose but balanced stance to counter whatever strategy this man may employ. His opponent firmly squares up in a southpaw Muay Thai stance and begins to close the distance slowly. Determined not to be overpowered right away, Dean begins to hop around a bit, attempting to distract the man and disrupt his line of sight. However, his efforts prove ineffective; the man stays locked on him, advancing steadily with resolve. Recognizing that this competitor will not back down easily, Dean makes a split-second decision: he mirrors the man's Muay Thai stance and braces himself to absorb the oncoming jabs. Utilizing his slightly larger build to his advantage, Dean manages to clinch with the man, forcing him to the ground. Once both men hit the floor, Dean gains a dominant position, achieving full mount before spinning around to take his opponent's back. It quickly becomes apparent that his challenger lacks proficiency i
Blossom POV Several of the men who have gathered here tonight show little interest in assuming a leadership role. Many of them are elderly war veterans who have transitioned into political positions over the course of their lives. Dean takes the initiative to approach them, inquiring whether they would like to take on the role of referees for the matches. To his delight, most of them readily accept the offer, as it allows them to remain actively involved in this significant event. They genuinely appreciate Dean's inclusive approach, which values their experience and contributions. With everything now set into motion and every participant prepared, the first round of combat begins. Dean has decided that he will join the matches during the third round, as he is presently occupied with assisting Caleb in organizing the matchups and deciding on the proper measures for when the sun sets. As I watch, I observe Dean glancing towards Caleb, who is smiling as he surveys the crowd and the f