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.
Blossom POV "Oh?" Dean responded, intrigued yet bracing himself for whatever news was about to unfold. Fina proceeded to share her experiences from the onset of her travels, recalling a time when everything had felt extraordinary. She spoke vividly about immersing herself in different cultures and places, all of which would have made Eliza beam with joy. In the beginning, she visited new locations every few months, and eventually, that frequency escalated to just about every month. Her friend Cleo had made the decision to stay behind in Egypt, embracing her roots, which left Fina to journey alongside Selina. Over the course of the next year, Fina revealed that she and Selina had fallen deeply in love and exchanged vows in a celebration of their commitment. Their adventures continued, but as they roamed, Fina couldn't shake the whispers she had been hearing about Dean's perceived weakness as Alpha. Although she initially dismissed these rumors and chose not to engage with such talk
Blossom POV Less than a week passes by in a whirlwind of anticipation and preparation before Caleb finalizes the arrangements for both the gathering and the upcoming tournament. Given the current circumstances, he opts against sending out emissaries to deliver formal letters of invitation. Instead, he chooses a more personal route, reaching out directly to each Alpha's office with a phone call to extend the invitation himself. Many Alphas accept the invitation with enthusiasm, while a few express hesitations stemming from the swirling rumors of tension in the air; nevertheless, they ultimately agree to attend. Then there are those who outright decline the invitation, but these few are already recognized as adversaries, making their refusal hardly surprising. Caleb has decided that the tournament will be hosted at the castle after the gathering is concluded at its usual location on the villa property. I find myself grappling with unease at the thought of so many Alphas convergin