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
Blossom POV Dean, however, rises to regain control of the room. His voice cuts through the chatter with determined clarity. "You know what I see when I look around this room, Sir? I see men of honor, of pride, of sacrifice. I see individuals who are wearing themselves thin, stretched to their very limits, and who desperately need the numbers you claim to be essential. What I perceive in this room today surpasses mere numbers; I see collaboration. I don't see one pack versus another, nor do I observe a border that separates us. What I see is a united force of enraged werewolf might, primed and ready to defend our families and put an end to the unrest caused by our enemies." He takes a deep breath, his emotions resonating as he continues. "We can unite. Every man under my command is ready and willing to form barricades at your borders, and you can rest assured they will not be facing you, my friends. The reason I gathered you all here is to extend an offer. We can either leave this p
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
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 "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