Alpha Elliott's POVZander's words hung in the air, and even Truman Watson, the butler, couldn't help but look up at the audacious illegitimate grandson.Without waiting for me to speak, Zander continued on his own accord, "Speaking of which, Grandpa, you are very biased. It's clear that Ambrose loved Phoebe. And you not only stopped Phoebe from joining the Black Thorn Pack, but you also refused to acknowledge my bloodline, branding me as a bastard for people to insult and mock. Meanwhile, Derek, an accident that should never have been born, received all your favor and the position of Alpha. Isn't that unfair to me?"
Tabitha's POVFacing my questioning, Zander's eyes and brows were filled with the smile of success, like a werewolf warrior who had finally won a battle and avenged his honor."Tabitha, don't worry. Derek and I share the same blood. I wouldn't hurt him. I went there to save him, but he was severely injured and is still being treated."Zander exuded the unique scent of a werewolf, a mix of wildness and strength."What happened to him? Where is he now?"
Tabitha's POVZander had revealed entirely his true colors, making no effort to conceal his arrogance.Compared to Derek's composure, there was a world of difference between them.He walked up to me step by step and extended his hand, "Tabitha, nice to meet you."Faced with his ill-intentioned gaze, I did not extend my hand and simply passed by him.Then I supported Alpha Elliott, "Grandpa, le
Andrea's POVThe management of the Greenwood Group underwent a seismic shift.That day, as Zander walked out of the study with Truman following behind, his expression was more than triumphant.However, I was suddenly entangled in this complicated love triangle.I didn't even have time to care about Zander.Phoebe started causing trouble. And Ambrose, for the sake of his so-called machismo, gri
Tabitha's POVI wasn't clear on the situation with Alpha Elliott, but it was evident that Zander already considered the Black Thorn Pack his possession.In the world of werewolves, the desire for power often drives individuals to take various actions."Ms. Sarat, you and my father have long rejected each other. Technically, you no longer belong to the Black Thorn Pack. The Black Thorn Pack has supported you for so many years, fulfilling their duty. Now that Phoebe is back, she is the legitimate Mrs. Greenwood and the former Luna. If I were you, I would lea
Third person's POVPhoebe clearly knew this was the main bedroom. But after hearing Truman's words, she still had to pretend to be innocent.In the world of werewolves, the bond between mates should be sacred and inviolable.However, Phoebe insisted on interfering with someone else's relationship, which Tabitha looked down upon."I'm sorry, I didn't know this was Andrea's room. I just thought this room had a good orientation, with a view of the Swan Lake and good lighting, a
Third person's POVNo one knew better than Ambrose how deeply Andrea had been committed to him.He could still remember the way Andrea displayed those precious artworks she had collected from all over the world in front of him as if they were her treasures.At that time, Andrea, with her innate pride, tried hard to restrain herself, with a corner of her mouth that couldn't help but rise."Ambrose, look! This is the work of a master. I went through a lot of trouble to get it.
Third person's POVAndrea and Tabitha's low-key demeanor was in stark contrast to Phoebe and her son.Initially, Phoebe was a bit nervous. When no one was around, she quietly asked, "Zander, how did you manage to persuade Alpha Elliott?"No one knew Alpha Elliott's stubbornness better than Phoebe. He was an oddball who could easily forsake even his son, impervious to any tactics.How did Zander manage to persuade him with just a few words?
Third person's POVDerek slowly pulled down her pajamas. Tabitha did not stop him.With the dim light from outside, he could see her slender back and the beautiful lines of her waist.She was too thin. To be honest, holding such a thin Tabitha felt more prickly than before.Probably because she had given birth to three children, her breasts had not shrunk but had actually increased by one cup size.Her breasts were still full and not sagging.Having had two premature births, she had no stretch marks on her stomach, and her skin was smooth and delicate, making her the ideal object in a man's eyes.She had no idea how charming her figure was.The room had 24-hour heating, and it was warm like spring, but without the cover of clothes, Tabitha couldn't help but shiver slightly."Tabitha, turn around, I want to see you," Derek said."No!" she replied.Derek pulled her over directly, and Tabitha still reached out
Third person's POVAfter muttering to herself, she returned to the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out, she felt that Derek was in an unusually good mood, as if he was surrounded by pink bubbles.Derek looked at her with a beaming smile. "Tabitha, it's getting late. We should sleep now. Good night."Hearing the word "sleep," Tabitha's face turned red again."I promise. It's just sleep.""I'll take the sofa."After what had just happened, there was no way Tabitha could feel comfortable sharing a bed with Derek.She even suspected that everything had been premeditated by him.Tabitha lay down on the sofa with another blanket in her arms.Derek sat on the bed, looking aggrieved. "Tabitha, there are only four days left. Can't you stay with me a bit longer?""No, go to sleep," Tabitha replied irritably, turning over and facing away from him, even covering her head with the blanket.But the strange sensatio
Third person's POV"You're lying!" Tabitha tried to deny it, but her voice trembled slightly.Her hands instinctively pushed at Derek, only to be tightly held by him, immobilized."Tabitha, you can say that I've hurt you deeply, but my love for you hasn't changed in ten years. I love you, and that's a fact," Derek's voice was deep and resolute. As a werewolf, once he chose his mate, it was a lifelong bond.His eyes revealed deep love and regret, as if he were confessing his years of longing and remorse to Tabitha.Tabitha coldly turned her face away and said, "I didn't come here to hear this! You should know that we can never go back. Don't even think about getting back together. I'm not that naive girl who can be swayed by your sweet words anymore."Her voice carried a hint of determination and indifference, yet inside, she was trembling. Those past memories and emotions surged in her mind like waves.Derek's magnetic voice chuckled
Third person's POVIn the dimly lit room, an atmosphere of intimacy hung in the air like an invisible net, tightly entwining Derek and Tabitha.Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of the city was shut out, leaving only the two of them, their rapid breathing and pounding heartbeats as if trying to break through the silent night.Derek's tall frame pressed tightly against Tabitha, their body heat blending together, scorching like a burning flame.As werewolves, their keen senses could clearly detect every subtle change in each other's bodies. This close and intimate contact intensified their emotions, as if they were about to consume each other.Tabitha's mind went blank in an instant, filled with disbelief. The coincidence was so extreme that even the most absurd novels wouldn't dare to write it this way!"How are you? Did your wound split open?" Tabitha asked anxiously, her voice tinged with undeniable concern.She was worried f
Third person's POVHer fingers trembled as she undid one, two, three buttons. More and more of Derek's well-defined chest was revealed.Scattered across his pectorals were a few old scars, which, far from detracting from his beauty, added a unique masculine charm to him.Gently, she helped Derek remove his clothing, until his entire upper body was exposed.Derek's Adam's apple rolled slightly. His voice became a bit husky, "And the pants."Tabitha's face flushed instantly. She stammered, "You, you do it yourself.""I can't bend down. Don't think the wrong way," Derek said, pulling Tabitha's hand and placing it on his waistband.Tabitha's face turned as red as a ripe apple.Although she and Derek had been more intimate in the past, this was the first time she was unbuttoning his pants, especially since they were already divorced.Derek, however, remained calm and waited for her without any hurry.Not knowing what k
Third person's POVDrip.A drop of red liquid fell onto the white bedsheet. Tabitha's face paled. Had Derek's wound reopened?No, if it had, the blood would've come from his back, not the front.She looked up and saw a trail of red under Derek's nose."Why are you bleeding?"She quickly grabbed tissues to wipe it away. Derek cleared his throat. "It's… dry in here.""I'll ask Rolf to bring a humidifier later.""Mm." Derek avoided her gaze, his ears turning red.Tabitha efficiently changed his bandages. As the sky darkened, she grabbed her change of clothes. "I'm going to shower. Call me if you need anything."She took a quick shower, rushing through it out of concern for Derek. She didn't even dry off completely, water droplets still clinging to her skin.When she opened the bathroom door, she found Derek staring at her. "Tabitha, I want to shower too."It suddenly hit her: Derek hadn't showere
Third person's POVMisha's looks were average at best. She had a larger frame.At 168 centimeters and 120 pounds, her figure wasn't bad, but standing next to Tabitha, she paled in comparison.Tabitha was slender, her skin as pale as snow. After losing weight, her delicate features stood out even more, making her look like a doll.Misha, on the other hand, applied thick layers of foundation.Unfortunately, she wasn't skilled at makeup. The heavy application left her face caked and uneven, creating a stark contrast between her face and neck.It looked… odd.Derek knew Misha didn't have bad intentions.She was just straightforward, and he had a good relationship with her father, so he tolerated her.Still, her daily appearances were hard to stomach.Letting her leave would've been the kindest thing he could do for her.But Misha didn't get the hint.She batted her heavily mascaraed eyelashes at h
Third person's POVDerek's brow furrowed, a shadow of worry crossing his face. "Tabitha, things aren't as simple as you think."There were things he couldn't explain to her, not fully."It's too late to back out now. The only way I can protect you and the children is by climbing higher, reaching further."Tabitha didn't fully understand the intricacies of his world, but she sensed that Derek's family wasn't just some wealthy dynasty."But you know how dangerous this path is. How can you bear to put our child in harm's way?""Tabitha, I don't have a choice. Kyrian has potential. He's the eldest, born into the Black Thorn Pack. I can't raise him like some sheltered heir. He has a responsibility to protect this family. If not him, then Helios. I won't have children with anyone else."Tabitha's heart ached. Both boys were her flesh and blood. She'd already missed so much of their lives."Is there really no other way?""He's
Third person's POVDerek kept talking, his voice low. "Daphne begged me to give her a family, saying she didn't want her child to grow up without a father. She asked if I could give her a home."Hearing this, Tabitha felt a sourness welling up inside her. Her eyes reddened slightly as she asked, "So you gave her one?""She used Randall's life as leverage. I couldn't refuse. That's why I asked for a divorce. But later, I realized her ambitions went far beyond that. The hospital, the gown, 32 Seaside Avenue—everything I prepared for you, she tried to steal." Derek's voice hardened with anger and regret.Memories of that agonizing time flooded back.Tabitha bit her lip, fighting tears. "So you knew… when she pushed me into the sea?""From the beginning, I knew both of your personalities well. How could I not guess what she had done? When you both fell into the water, my instinct was to save you. But thinking of Randall's death and