Dean POV Liza had been Aries' suggestion. He thought it might help me regain focus as my distraction over losing Eliza was affecting pack matters. Aries believed that what plagued me could be fixed by providing physical relief.I didn't know, nor did I care, how Aries came to know Liza. She was attractive, albeit older than me, yet something about her always left me wary. Maybe it was our circumstances, or maybe her personality just didn't sit right with me. Initially, I found some comfort in my visits to her, but I worried that Liza either misunderstood our arrangement or simply didn't care. And now, she remained at the villa, a situation I needed to change to avoid unsettling Blossom.Yet, Liza seemed to be the least of my worries. I had declared to anyone who would listen that I would eternally love Eliza and place no other woman above her. She was my proclaimed true love.That's why I was lying next to Blossom, consumed with guilt yet tenderly reminiscing about our intimacy. It w
Blossom PovI didn't know what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for the absolute bliss I felt, the waves of sheer enjoyment Dean stirred within me.Every time Dean came near, his man-werewolf scent ignited a deep passion inside me. Throughout the day, that passion built up until Dean released it all in wonderful waves, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn't have imagined the way he made me feel.When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was incredibly handsome—the kind of he-werewolf Diana and I fantasized about as teenagers. Probably the most attractive male I'd ever seen in person. His voice, both authoritative and gentle, almost velvety, added to his appeal. His confidence made him even more irresistible.After the court proceedings, when he approached me, his scent stirred something within me that I had never felt before. Later, when we were alone and Dean began kissing me passionately, marking me, I realized that the aching I'd felt was the passion
Blossom POV.Since I'm still getting acquainted with the villa, I don't know my way around well, but I hope I can find Dean nearby. Quietly, I open the door and step into the dimly lit corridor. I'm not sure how many others are sleeping in the villa, but I've noticed several doors lining the hallway. I vaguely remember hearing that Dean had a library down here—a place where he could escape from everyone else. Maybe that's where he went.I pause, considering whether I should return to our suite and simply wait for him. If he sought out space to be alone with his thoughts, perhaps I should respect that. Reluctantly, I head back into our suite, close the door behind me, and sink to the floor, wrapping my robe around my legs. I feel exhausted and could use some sleep, but my mind is racing, and I know I won't get any rest until I'm sure that Dean is all right.Just then, I hear a familiar voice in the hallway. It's Caleb—he must be coming home from the after-party. I stand up and crack op
Blossom POV Uncle Alejandro had left everything in a heap on the floor of our room, torn to pieces. But it wasn't just about that. Long before, he had stolen our property and our royal standing. Time and again, our uncle had isolated us, demeaned us, and manipulated us so he could maintain control. I had to admit; my uncle had frequently made me feel angry.Yet, I had never felt the same level of rage for him as I did at this moment. At first, I thought it was because my uncle had worn me down over the years with his deceitful ways, making me numb to his antics. But then I realized my greater anger at Dean was due to sheer disappointment.I expected terrible things from my uncle. It made me angry, but once I understood he wasn't the supportive family member I hoped he'd be after our parents died, none of his terrible actions came as a surprise. I couldn't let myself get all twisted up over his behavior.But Dean? Dean had made incredible, passionate love to me. He promised to always
Blossom POV.Her words were like a balm to my troubled mind, lifting a great weight from my chest. There was something sincerely trustworthy about her that made me believe she was speaking the truth. However, the image of Dean with Liza earlier, with her arms around his neck, still lingered in my mind."Let me offer you a piece of advice," the maid continued with a knowing look. "Don't pay attention to Liza. She's trying her best to drive a wedge between you and Master Dean. But hopefully, she'll be moving out soon."With that, she opened a notebook and started reviewing some housekeeping details. Once we were finished, she and I walked together to the breakfast room. As I entered, I cast a quick glance around, but there was no sign of Dean. Impatience bubbled within me; I was eager to put my plan into motion.As I turned back to the maid, a thought struck me, prompting me to ask if she knew whether Dean would join us for breakfast. The maid, with a gentle nod, informed me that she be
Blossom POV.Caleb, overwhelmed with sympathy for me, instinctively enveloped me in his embrace, and I found comfort in resting my cheek against his chest.I hadn't intended to unload all my worries onto Caleb like that. Sharing everything with him was never part of the master plan I had devised the night before, just before I finally managed to get some sleep. While I wasn't attracted to Caleb in the way I was to Dean, I valued what felt like a fraternal kind of affection from him. Caleb was someone I trusted deeply, someone who might even prove to be a crucial ally in my efforts to bridge the worrisome gap between Dean and me. I believed he possessed a wealth of insight that could potentially guide my path moving forward.Caleb held me close for several comforting seconds before finally releasing the hug and stepping back. As much as he enjoyed having me in his arms, he knew he'd have to suppress his feelings for me. This wasn't going to be an easy task, but it was undoubtedly impor
Blossom POVJust as Caleb moved to pull me into another embrace, believing he'd glimpsed tears in my eyes, I gently pulled back. I wasn't entirely sure why I stopped him from embracing me again, but instead, I quietly thanked him for his comforting presence. Reaching up, I straightened the tie that had gone askew during our earlier hug and offered him a sweet, grateful smile. Caleb was a nice, handsome he-werewolf, I realized, even if I didn't feel any romantic attraction toward him. He might not possess the same charisma as Dean, but he had his own appeals, and I found myself wondering for the first time why Caleb hadn't yet chosen a mate.Meanwhile, I remained acutely aware of Dean's presence approaching from behind me. I could always sense his nearness, both through his distinct scent and some inexplicable connection in my mind. Despite knowing he was there, I refrained from turning around; I acted oblivious to his presence. I was still hurt by his behavior the prev
Dean POV.I hadn't endured such a sleepless night in years—certainly not since the days when my beloved Eliza had first been taken from me. Back then, I could hardly eat or sleep for days on end. I felt like a completely different person. Even when we finally found her, guilt and regret tore me apart. I should have protected Eliza, but I let her down. Now, I feel like I've been given a second chance with Blossom, and I can't afford to fail her too.I've always considered myself strong—stronger than most, in fact. It's been part of my identity as the alpha werewolf my entire life. Alongside my physical strength, I've prided myself on the emotional resilience I possess. That emotional strength has made me a better leader, something I strongly believe. Regardless of what I'm going through, I've never allowed my personal struggles to impact my leadership. Yet since Eliza's death, maintaining that balance has become increasingly difficult. Quincy has pointed out
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