Lucas' POV
Did this woman just... reject me? Is she trying to get my attention by angering me? Apparently sometimes women do that. But Leah doesn't come across as needy as Josephine. She has never ever bothered me up till now. So, what's that all about? I was bewildered. To be honest, I had never really paid attention to this woman in the past five years of our marriage. Our marriage was nothing but a simple piece of contract, on which everything was arranged -As my mate, Leah will basically do whatever I ask her to do, including giving blood donations to Josephine on a regular basis. The thing is, Jo was diagnosed with an unknown blood disease five years ago and she needs a specific type of blood to sustain her life. Fortunately, Leah's blood is the right match.In return for donating her blood to Jo, Leah will get my gratitude and thanks, which is realized by a substantial amount of allowance every month. At the same time, since the Luna position has to be filled by my mate, we will have a wedding to announce our marriage to the world and she will stay in our pack as my Luna in name. That's pretty much all about the contract. Apart from the contract, well, we consummated once on our wedding day to finalize our bond and I had never touched her ever since that. Well, to be more precise, I had seldom seen her in my life, let alone talked to her. But for my justification, I didn't mean to ignore her. Being the Alpha of a wolf pack is a trade that I've been traind for all my life. It means responsibilities and obligations. What can I say? I am a busy man, traveling around our Kingdom, having audiences with the Lycan King, dealing with domestic finance, and, from time to time, defending our pack's territory. I simply don't have time for staying with irrelevant people. It's very torturing for a werewolf not to be able to have sex with their mate, but I ask the warlock for a special kind of potion to bring relief to our ailments. So, I'm sure she's well taken care of in that area. In the past five years, everything went well. Nothing explained. Nothing complained. But Jo's condition seemed to deteriorate these days. So her physician, Doctor Jafar, suggested increasing the volume of blood donations. Apparently, Leah was unhappy because of the amendment of the contract. I understand her frustration because of the impact of blood loss on her health, but she could have negotiated with me on terms and numbers instead of rejecting me. I felt so confused. "Leah, tell me what this is really about. Do you need more money?" I asked. Shivering like a little fox, Leah clenched her little fists. I could see tears circling in her eyes. "Accept my rejection now." She said in an authoritative, commanding voice. I couldn't remember what her voice used to be like, but it certainly didn't sound like this. She crossed the line. Mate or not, she was just an omega and she wasn't supposed to talk to her Alpha in this kind of voice."What's the matter with you? Stop talking to me in that voice." I said.She stepped forward and grabbed my arm. Her eyes were gleaming with resolution and determination. "Do you accept my rejection, Lucas?" Her grip was firm and powerful. It didn't match her physical size and it certainly didn't match her status in a pack. An omega was supposed to be weak. There was no way for an omega to have the guts to grab me like this and grilled me with this kind of pressing question. Plus, she got me suspicious when the wound on her forehead magically healed by itself with my own witness. When I got into the room, her wound was still bleeding badly. But as soon as she looked up at me a few moments later, the wound magically disappeared. At that very moment, I realized that I literally didn't know anything about this girl to whom I had been married for the past five years.Who is she?Leah's POV
"Do you accept my rejection, Lucas?" I asked. Lucas stared at me with confusion. As the first stray of afternoon sunlight emerged, the orange light pierced the tranquility in the garden and filtered in through the window, illuminating my mate's beautiful, chiseled face. That sight was both heartbreaking and pitiful. My wolf warned me about this."He will never fall in love with you." She whispered in my mind before Lucas took away my virginity. For so long, I had been blind to the truth. I had believed in the fairy tale of love, the idea that once two people were joined together by the Moon Goddess, they would stay together forever against all odds. But when I looked into Lucas' eyes, I saw nothing but my own reflections floating like ghosts above a bleak tundra. My wolf was right. In the past five years, no matter how hard I tried to please him, he still had no feelings for me. When the harsh reality of my situation had come crashing down on me, I stood there with my mind flooded with remorse. I racked my brains, trying to look for drops of memories of happier times, moments of tenderness and affection that, despite being so scarce, still indicated that my husband acknowledged my love and devotion to him. I found nothing. Not a single trace of evidence could be misinterpreted into love. Where it has all gone wrong? Is there anything that I could do to reverse the relationship between us?But even as I pondered these questions, I knew that the answers didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that my heart was broken, that the man, to whom I had given the most precious five years of my life, had never ever cared for me in the same way. Lucas' eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at me. His mouth hung open, but no words escaped his lips. It was as if his voice had been silenced by the sheer shock of what he had heard.As soon as the confusion in his eyes was replaced by the usual look of indifference. He threw my hands away and said, "You must be delusional. You don't know what you're doing right now.""I know exactly what I am doing. I am rejecting you." I said as collected as I could.Leah's POVThere was a reason that werewolves didn't want to reject their mates -It was too painful. Every single part of my body was in excruciating pain. I had been branded before, but this was yet the most painful thing that had ever happened to me. As much as I was tortured, there was a teeny tiny bit of me secretly wishing that he wouldn't accept my rejection. I wished he would smirk at me and call me an idiot, telling me that there was no way for him to let go of me. I wished that he would press me on the floor, taking me roughly, forcing me to say his name and beg him to give it to him...I knew it was wrong to still have impossible faith in this train-wrecked relationship between us, but I knew with a simple apology, or a slight nod from him, I would go back to his arms. What can I say? Werewolves are very complicated creatures. We would do everything to stay with our mates.But Lucas didn't show me any signals. He just stood there, frozen in shock. I couldn't tell what wa
Leah's POV"Leah, what do you think you're doing?" Lucas stared at me as if he was gripped by anger and shock. I wasn't surprised that he took Leah's side. But it didn't mean that my heart wasn't hurt. "I'm just taking back what belongs to me," I replied.Josephine's face was distorted in pain. She looked up at Lucas and said, "Luke, I really didn't send her any pictures. I don't know what she's talking about. I don't know why you rejected her, but if it had something to do with me and the blood transfer, I could apologize to both you and her. Anyway, you've been taking good care of me since Basil passed away. It's all my fault. I'm too soft and hopeless. I really can't cope without an elder brother figure in my life." "You don't have to apologize for anything, Jo. I know you haven't done anything." Lucas leaned in close to Josephine. His eyes fixed on hers with a deep, unwavering gaze. His voice was a gentle murmur, low and soothing, yet charged with emotion. Every word he spoke wa
Lucas' POV"Does Josephine need blood transfer?" I stared at Josephine's private physician and asked. Doctor Eliant Jafar was in his mid-50s. He used to be my father's physician, and I trusted his expertise wholeheartedly. Doctor Jafar replied patiently, "Alpha, you have to understand. The diagnosis of a certain disease is a long, hard process. In Miss Solis' case, it's like a relationship.""What are you insinuating, doctor?" I frowned. I don't like it when someone refuses to give me a straightforward answer. Especially when this person is a doctor. Doctor Jafar adjusted himself in the chair, but he still looked very uncomfortable. "A relationship isn't a contract, Alpha. It's more like a negotiation. You need to make a lot of compromises. So is Miss Solis' diagnosis." I started to get more puzzled. "Are you trying to teach me something, doctor? Can I have a simple answer? Is Josephine sick or not?" "The simple answer is no. She isn't sick.""She doesn't need any blood transf
Leah's POV"Miss Leah, welcome back." A silver-haired butler, dressed up in a sleek black suit, bowed toward me. "Mr. Carson. I'm so glad to see you again!" I stretched out my arms toward my father's butler. Growing up, he was like a kind, caring uncle to me.Mr. Carson took my hands and held me up in the air, giving me a twirl. I almost cried out in happy tears, because it made me feel that I was still that little girl, flapping my arms up and down with excitement and thrill. "Alpha is waiting for you. Do you need some refreshment, Miss Lewyn? You've lost so much weight. What have they done to you in the White Walkers Pack? Where's the other half of you?" Mr. Carson wiped the tears from his eyes. "I've already notified the kitchen to prepare your favorite meal. Do you still like cheese macaroni?" "She's no longer five, Carson. Tell the kitchen to cook her some real food. I'm thinking of lots of steaks, maybe a whole turkey." Lucian said. "Yes, Young Master Lucian. Steaks and tur
Leah's POV"Hey, look who's back! My best friend Leah!" An elf-like red-headed girl popped up at my door as soon as my father left."Laura!" I ran toward her and hugged her in my arms. She wrapped her long, slender arms around my neck in a graceful posture that gave her an air of elegance and refinement.Louisa was my cousin. She was three years younger than me. Growing up, I have always considered her my best friend. She had got long, fiery hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves, giving her a wild and untamed appearance. Her big brown eyes were bright and expressive, full of intelligence and curiosity. They seemed to sparkle with mischief and playfulness, hinting at her fun-loving nature."They've told me that you're back, so I dropped everything and came as soon as I could. Oh, my gush! Look at you!" She patted my protruding shoulder blades. "You've lost a lot of weight! You're practically a skeleton! Let's go downstairs and grab something to eat. You look like you're going t
Lucas' POV"Mother, please speak slowly and clearly. I'm going through a tunnel now." I talked to my mother through the in-car speaker. Even though her voice was shattered, I could still tell that she was furious. "Did you reject that bitch?!" "Mother, what are you talking about?" "Leah! That bitch! Did you reject her?" "Yes, Mother. How did you know about it?" I frowned."She's here with someone! She's such a bitch! She..." My mother's hurling became weak because the signal was poor. Leah came back?! And she was with someone?! Was it the man in the limo who had physical contact with her?! "Stop the car," I told the driver, my Beta Jorah."Alpha, we're in the middle of the highway...""Stop the car, right now." I reiterated. Jorah sighed silently and steered the wheel. As soon as my limo parked on the side of the road, I pushed the door open and got out of the car. "Mother, can you hear me now?" I raised my voice at the speaker. "Yes, Luke. Loud and clear now." "Who was w
Leah's POV As soon as I came back home from Lucas' house, I heard Laura's voice - "Leah, you need to see this!""What's going on?" I asked. "That wicked witch has just tweeted! She claimed that you stole her jewelry! That filthy old bitch! I should have broken her legs and stuffed my socks in her mouth yesterday!" "What?" I jumped off the bed. Laura's words came as a shock, jolting me fully awake. "Look!" Laura pushed her phone to my face. "Hash tag DesertRose! The original post of that old bitch has been retweeted a million times and become the trendiest topic of this morning! Everyone is talking about it!"I scrolled down a bit and clicked the original post. There it was. Rosalie's original post -"Daughter-in-law took away my 20-million-dollar jewelry #DesertRose after she was divorced by my son yesterday. Anyone who sees her please tell her to return it ASAP." Followed by a string of peace & love emojis and a picture of the missing necklace.People who retweeted it were al
Leah's POVI hung up and saw Lucian sitting on the sofa, chatting with Laura. Every time I looked at Lucian, I couldn't help but be struck by his mesmerizing presence. With his long legs stretched out before him and his slender fingers delicately holding onto the paperwork, he exuded an aura of quiet confidence and authority. As soon as he saw me, the ice in his eyes melted."You look sad, Leah. And that's why I've got gifts for you. It's on the table." His eyes were filled with admiration. "There are two packages. The black one is for you and the orange one is for Miss Parrish."Lucian's superpower was being freakin' rich and he was very good at making a girl's day.Laura's face turned crimson when Lucian mentioned her name. "Thank you for your gift... But you don't have to..." Laura stuttered as she opened the box and saw a limited version of the Birkin bag inside. Known for her silver tongue and quick wits, Laura only stuttered in front of my brother. It would be so cute if th
Finn's POVThe air in Mediland was thick with the stench of desperation and decay, a familiar reek that clung to the walls of the slave market like a second skin. I stepped through the rusted gates, my boots crunching over gravel and broken glass. The place was still a cesspool of misery, still a monument to the cruelty of the worst of the worst. But this time, I didn't feel the usual weight of despair pressing down on my chest. No, this time, I felt… light. My plan was going on smoothly.Lycidas, the fucking Lycan Prince, was here. In my territory. In my office. The thought almost made me smile. He'd spent years parading around the human world, basking in the adoration of his fans, untouchable. But now, he was mine. The fire in Los Angeles had been a stroke of luck - or perhaps fate. The paparazzi had scattered, and for the first time in years, Lycidas was vulnerable. Cole met me at the entrance, his face grim. "His Highness Lycidas
Lucas' POV"Alpha Lucas!" Dr. Jafar exclaimed, rushing to my bedside. "I saw the changes in your vitals on the screen and came as soon as I could. This is a miracle! You woke up!" I dismissed Jorah with a nod, and he left reluctantly, his eyes lingering on me as if afraid I'd vanish. "Dr. Jafar," I said, my voice low and urgent. "Did you perform the disguise surgery on Leah?"He hesitated, then nodded. "Yes. It was Finn's order, but it was my work. We had to change her appearance - everyone was hunting her...""What exactly did you do to her?" I asked.The doctor looked hesitant, but eventually he said, "We had to apply bionic skin, but her body rejected it at first. We had to keep injecting her with suppressants. And we… we reduced her height with bone surgery. It was painful, but necessary. Alpha Lucas, I felt so guilty about what I had done. That was why I was trying to remind you of her presence. I tried so hard to p
Finn's POVThe air thickened. Lucas' name hung between us like a corpse on a noose.I let my shoulders shudder first - a convincing tremor. Covered my face as if stifling sobs. Gean moved to embrace me, his idiot heart thundering through his charred coat.He said, "You already have Mediland. You have hurt those who once persecuted you. It's time to reconcile with your past self. If you don't stop now, you will eventually die from your own hatred."I looked up at this moment, and Gean was horrified to find that I wasn't crying, but laughing."You..."Chrome claws slid through his ribcage like butter. He gasped, warm blood pattering the floor in Rorschach blooms."Shhh," I breathed into his ear as he sagged. "Jafar’s scrubbing Leo's memories as we speak. He will help me to rebuild the lab. Your body will be used Leo's next experiment. He may cry when he sees your body, but he will not remember why he cried, just like... you've nev
Finn's POV"As the ruler of Mediland," I said, my voice smooth, "I meet with the king every now and then to report on recent affairs. Is there any problem with this?" "If you only want to meet," he said, his words clipped, "you should make an appointment with the Foreign Affairs Bureau and wait in line like everybody else."I gave a cruel smile, though he couldn't see it. "If you tell Lucian about my request for an audience, I think he'll agree to see me immediately.""Blind confidence is no different from stupidity," he shot back. I ignored the jab. "You haven't answered my question, Mr. Cleary. Do you know who started the fire?"He hesitated, and I could almost hear the tension in his voice. "I didn't ask anyone to burn down your lab. Have you talked to Leo after the fire? He's set enough labs on fire before, hasn't he?" "It was Leah who set the fire," I said, my voice steady. The silence that foll
Finn's POVCole hesitated, his eyes darting to the room behind me before he spoke. "The lab called. There's… a situation. Gean didn't explain much over the phone, but it sounds bad."My stomach dropped at the mention of the lab. "What happened?"Cole lowered his voice, as if afraid someone might overhear. "The lab's on fire. The girl who was with Lucas—she attacked him. Injured him pretty badly, then ran into the fire. They're searching for her body now."I held up a hand, silencing him, and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind me. Lycidas didn't need to hear this. Not yet. I motioned for Cole to follow me to the garage, where we could speak without prying ears.Once we were in the car, I turned to him, my expression hard. "What happened?"Cole took a deep breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. "Gean said Lucas is with Dr. Jafar. The girl… she forced him to accept her refusal, then
Lucas' POVI was paralyzed, my mind reeling in shock. What have I done?The fire roared, its flames licking hungrily at the night sky. Leah's figure began to blur, fading into the chaos. Fear coiled around my neck like a vice, tightening with every passing second. She is Leah. My Leah.I had pushed my mate, my wife, into the inferno. And now, she was burning alive. What have I done?! How could I have been so blind, so heartless? What cruel twist of fate had the Moon Goddess cast upon me?Why?! Why did She demand I destroy my own mate, my Leah?My thoughts shattered into fragments of despair. Without hesitation, I leaped forward, charging headlong into the flames. I would rather die with Leah than live as this hollow, heartless shell. I shouldhave died long ago. But as the searing heat kissed my skin and singed
Lucas' POVThe harbor air clung thick with salt and diesel rot, the kind of humidity that made lungs feel like wet paper bags. I adjusted the delivery crew cap - too small, its plastic brim digging into my brow - and watched the girl mimic my motions. Her uniform sleeves hung loose, hiding arms that shouldn't have been strong enough to snap a man's spine."Steady," she murmured as the cargo ship groaned against the dock. Her voice was wind through dead leaves, a sound that made my hollow chest ache.My chest, once filled with the rhythmic pulse of life, now lies hollow and empty. What once was organic and vibrant has transformed into a void, where the girl's voice sweeps through like a gust of winter wind through a desolate graveyard.Leaning against the mast, I thought to myself-Leah's voice had been honey and wildfire. The girl's voice was neither.The gate ahead yawned like a rusted jaw, its chain-links strangled by ivy. A single red bul
Leah's POVThe wind stole my scream. Or maybe I never made a sound. My body cut through the air like a rusted blade - all jagged edges and decaying purpose. Fingertips brushed cold metal, rope, the ghost of a railing that wasn't there anymore. My remaining eye watered; the hollow where the other had been throbbed in time with the seagulls' shrieks.Salt. Rotting kelp. Diesel fumes.The smells hit before the memory did.I'd done this before.Not the falling- the choosing.A bridge materialized behind my eyelids, its girders bleeding rust into black water. My palms remembered the chill of that rail, the way my bones had vibrated as trucks roared past. The sunset had looked like fire consuming a photograph, edges curling, everything reddening before the burn.That man.His face came sharper than the pain of shattered ribs. Diplomat's uniform starched to knife-edge perfection, motorcycle helmet dangling carelessly from one hand. He
Leah's POVI stared at the dress thrown on my bed.It spread out like a blossom of weaving lies.I'd been counting the crystals on the chandelier in the ceiling when Lucas appeared - thirty-seven of them shaped like teardrops. He filled the doorway without touching its frame, that cursed crimson fabric draped over his forearm like a skinned serpent. Sunlight caught the black embroidery. I wondered how many slaves had bled to stitch those constellations."Wear this." He tossed it onto 800 thread Egyptian cotton quilt. The silk slithered against my bare knees, colder than the iron collar I'd worn in the slave market.I waited, bathrobe clutched tight. Three heartbeats. Four. The clock above the bed - still smelling of his cologne - ticked like a dying thing. When I turned, Lucas hadn't moved. He'd claimed the wingback chair, legs spread in that infuriating mimicry of relaxation. Sunlight through the French window caught the flawless profile of his fa