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 transfer?" I snarled. "No, Alpha, she doesn't." Doctor Jafar shook his head decisively. "So why did you tell me that she needs a blood transfer?" My voice became dry. "Because Miss Solis asked me to do so. Just like what I've said, Alpha. Sometimes I have to compromise.""But you're a doctor! You aren't supposed to lie to me!" My voice was filled with venom. Doctor Jafar took off his glasses and put them on the table. His hands were trembling. "Alpha, Basil died in my arms. I watched his body turn cold and I couldn't do anything about it. I know I shouldn't have violated my ethics, but I really couldn't say no to Miss Solis when she asked me to fake her diagnosis." Doctor Jafar's voice was barely above a whisper. I sighed. I couldn't blame the good old doctor. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Nobody could say no to Jo. She was so vulnerable and hopeless after Basil's death. But still, Jo faked her condition to get my attention at Leah's expense. Leah found out about it, but she kept on giving her blood to Jo, knowing that she didn't need her blood at all.Why didn't Leah say anything to me? She didn't mention it to me. Not even once. If I knew what really happened, I would have done something to stop this exploitation, because this was absolutely wrong. After I returned to my study, I saw some files and folders lying on the table, all disorganized. Feeling bothered by this disarray, I called for the maids and asked why nobody had tidied up my study. One of the maids mumbled, "Sorry, Alpha. Luna... Sorry, I mean, Miss Lewyn used to tidy up this room. She labeled and classified everything."Upset and annoyed, I took a glance at the labels on the file folders. I had always thought Leah was illiterate, but to my surprise, her handwriting was beautiful and immaculate. Flickering through these labels, I pictured her sitting in front of this desk, carefully writing every letter while holding a pen in her delicate hand. Her facial expression was a bit serious, with her rosy pink cheeks. Her firm, round breasts were moving up and down along with the rhythm of her breath. I used to touch her breasts. They used to be mine. She used to be mine. Feeling defeated, I fell into the chair, stroking my hands through my hair. Whenever I feel emotional, I intend to distract myself by diving into work. But on that day, I felt it was impossible to concentrate on any paperwork. All of a sudden, nothing seemed to make sense to me at all. What happened to me? Why do I feel so disoriented? I have already rejected Leah. She meant nothing to me in the past, and she certainly means nothing to me now.My eyes were fixated on Leah's handwriting again.I touched those words with the tips of my fingers. I didn't know why I did it. It wasn't like I could feel Leah's temperature or anything. I stood up and stretched my legs. "Bring me the tuxedo for tonight's ball. I want to try it on." I said to the maids. They immediately looked panicked. "What?" I frowned. They looked at each other and said -"I'm sorry, Alpha. But Miss Lewyn was supposed to pick it up from the tailor.""We know there's no excuse, Alpha. We'll go there right now and pick it up for you!" Seriously? I waved and sent them away. Feeling all alone, I sighed and stood in front of the French window, looking at two swans floating in the lake, side by side.Swans mate for life. Together, they build a family together and stay with each other for the rest of their lives. There. It finally occurred to me -Nothing in my life would ever go right without Leah. Did I make a mistake by rejecting Leah? I took out my mobile, trying to look for her number. But it occurred to me that I didn't have her number on my mobile.I pressed the button on the table and my butler Sebastian picked it up. "Alpha, I'm at your service." "What's Leah's phone number?" "Sorry, Alpha. I'm afraid that Miss Lewyn's phone number hasn't been registered.""What? What do you have to do when you want to look for her?" The butler sounded confused, "Well, I would pronounce her name at a high volume of voice, Alpha. She's always in the house. She doesn't go anywhere."I was silent. Leah was waiting for me in this house, day and night. She was such a loyal wife to me."Alpha, may I ask what is your intention of looking for Miss Lewyn?" the butler asked. "Nothing. She doesn't have any money on her and she doesn't have a ride. I'm just wondering where the hell did she go?"The butler replied reluctantly, "Well, Alpha. I would like to reassure you by informing you that Miss Lewyn had already been picked up by a black limo.""A limo?" I didn't like where this conversation was heading. I didn't like it a bit. "Yes, Alpha. I saw several limos come just now and she got into one of them."More limos?"Did she get into the limo voluntarily?" I asked anxiously."Well, it's hard to tell, Alpha. Apparently, there was a gentleman sitting inside the limo. There was some physical contact between Miss Lewyn and this gentleman..."Five minutes after being rejected by me, Leah got into physical contact with another man?! "Was it an old man? Was he ugly? Was he an ugly old man?" I shoot out a string of questions. There was an awkward silent pause before the butler's answer. "Well, Alpha, it happened so fast, so I'm afraid I wasn't able to comment on this gentleman's age or appearance..."OK, so you're useless to me."Go tell Buck to look for her. Bring our finest soldiers to have a carpet search for this entire city. Search every corner. Search in the sewage if that's what it takes, I don't care. I need to find Leah right now!""OK... May I ask what is the nature of the search?"I knew the first rule of being Alpha was remaining unpredictable. I wasn't supposed to reveal any of my real thoughts to anyone. But on that day, after suppressing my anger for a whole day, I really couldn't hold it anymore. So, I let it all out by shouting at the speaker -"I don't need any nature of the search! My woman is gone with another man, and I have to look for her!""But... Alpha, if I may remind you... You have already rejected Miss Lewyn." "Stop talking, Seb!" I roared while knocking on the table. "I rejected her, but she's still my woman! And it doesn't explain why she's gone with another man!"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
Lucas' POVMy anger boiled over. "Mother, Leah didn't steal your jewelry. It was stolen by Clara! You've just seen it on the video." My mother's eyes widened in anger. "How the hell was I supposed to know? I had no idea! Clara was just a child..." My mother had always spoiled my younger sister. I had had enough. "Mother, you know Clara isn't a child anymore. She is addicted to gambling. When I cut her off, she came back and took away your jewelry." I said in a cold voice.I thought my mother would argue with me again, but she just leaned against my shoulder and wailed. I sighed and said, "Mother, you need to stop shaming Leah online and treating her like a criminal. You need to make an announcement and clean her name right now."My mother's face contorted with indignance. "Do you want me to apologize to an omega?!"I sighed, feeling drained. I knew that my mother's arrogance had caused irreparable damage to my marriage. I couldn't fix the past, but I could make sure that I di
Leah's POV"Do I really have to wear this to the Derby?" I looked at my reflection in the mirror and asked.The girl in the mirror was wearing an elegant but extravagant silky white dress. The gown was covered with 800 diamonds and Swarovski crystals weighing over 1,900 carats and included an 80-carat teardrop diamond in front of my chest."I look like a wedding cake decorated with diamond sprinkles," I added."It's called Nightingale of Beverleyhill, Leah. It's worth 50 million dollars and you look absolutely stunning in it." Lucian said, holding a diamond necklace in his hand."Are you sure you want to add more stuff on me? I could barely move in this dress." I looked at that giant diamond on that necklace and covered my forehead."This is your first début in public. Father insists on showing the best side of you to the crowd." Lucian put that necklace on my neck."By giving me spondylopathy?" I held up my hair to let my brother fix the necklace on me."Ah, this looks much better tha
Lucas' POV"Luke, I'm so happy that you agreed to see me again!" Josephine wrapped her arms around my arm. She was wearing a pale purple nightgown. It looked familiar. I remembered Leah was wearing it when I met her for the first time at our engagement party. I wasn't sure. But one thing I was sure of was that Josephine must be wearing it the wrong way -The cleavage wouldn't be that deep if Leah was wearing it. I'm getting paranoid these days. This isn't healthy. When I look around, the only thing I see is Leah. In the past few weeks, I've been trying so hard to get in touch with Leah, but I failed. It seemed that she was determined to cut me off her life. I had no intention of showing up at the Derby. I had better things to do than watching filthy rich people compare their horses.In my opinion, horses are stupid. They can run way faster than human beings, but they end up being enslaved by them. And it's not like human beings are cute or kind to them or anything. They treat ho
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