Georgina's POVThe stables were quiet, the only sound was the gentle whinnying of the horses and the soft clink of armor as my sentinels prepared for the march to the battlefield. I stared at the sentinels Thomas had released for me, shaking my head in disappointment. Even if they were in thousands, we still wouldn't win, even Pamela is stronger than the strongest here. We were surely doomed to fail but if I failed, Thomas would lose everything. I had asked Joana to stay behind to look after Pamela. I trusted Joana, she was the perfect person to protect her while I dealt with the war preparations…and also was planted to kill Thomas immediately if she heard I had failed. I paced back and forth, deep in thought about the upcoming battle. It wasn’t going to be easy. We were vastly outnumbered and my sentinels were very weak. The only way to defeat them was to fight smart, and use the traps we had set in the mountains but with this group of sentinels, it didn't matter what we had
GEORGINA'S POV. The cave was freezing, and the cave air made it feel even colder. I sat at the head of the stone table, my body shivering in the cold. It has been three days now that we have been fighting out here and no one else came to our rescue, they did want us dead. The flickering torchlight lit the whole cave, it was clear that the people were tired and had already given up but I was a queen, Queens don’t falter, my father had always said, and I intended to honor that.Gamma Israel stood on the other side of the table. He leaned over the map he had spread out, his hands gripping its edges so tightly that I feared it might tear. “Our traps failed,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of anger. “The Southerners avoided them all. Every ambush we set, every plan we made…they saw through it. Our sentinels didn’t even have a chance to engage. They have been tracking our movements far better than we thought possible. The Queen’s men,” he paused, looking directly at me. “are
Godfrey's POVIt had been days since Queen Georgina left the palace, and there was no news and I was trapped in the palace, Joan had been monitoring me and making sure I didn't leave the palace saying it was queen Georgina's request. I stayed in my room, restless, pacing back and forth. David had long left the palace shortly after the Queen left for war and I haven't heard anything from him. Worse still, Beta Nathan and Thomas held the details of the Queen’s mission to themselves, refusing to reveal anything useful to me. I couldn't stop but wonder what was really happening. The queen's army wasn't strong enough to hold off the Southerners but the southerners were attacking the North again. What the fuck was going on? Everywhere seemed to be so peaceful. I relied on Lena for scraps of information, even though it meant I had to be close to her on some occasions… sometimes almost resulting in sex with her…. almost. Lena was another problem, no one knew who she was for her to be
Georgina’s POVThe Southerners’ camp was a chilling sight, that sent shivers down my spine. Soldiers moved around, their faces stern, My wrists were bound tightly, the tight rope biting into my skin as they dragged me deeper into the camp.I kept my head high, meeting the glares of passing soldiers. I rather die as a proud queen than a queen who begged for her life. At last, we arrived at the commandant's tent. It was larger than the others, a dark monolith in the dim light. Two guards shoved me inside, my face kissing the ground. The commandant crotch in front of me, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he stared at me like a hunter who have just caught the biggest prey.“So,” he began. “this is the infamous Queen Georgina.”I said nothing, glaring back at him. “Too bad, such beauty and strength comes from the North,” he said, shaking his head, disappointment etched on his face. “My people would have respected,” he added. “Just kill me,” I blurted out, my voice laced with venom.
Author's pov. Back at the palace, Thomas sat comfortably at the head of a grand oak table, his fingers casually tracing the rim of a wine goblet. Beside him, Nathan leaned back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his face. Lena sat close to Thomas, her hand occasionally resting on his arm as she laughed at some jokes he had made.“I still can't believe we won,” Thomas finally said, picking up his goblet. “I would never have believed that I would become the real king.”“Not only have you become the King, you have become the King of the North and the first nonalpha's blood to do that.”Lena smiled raising her glass to Nathan."To your brilliance, Beta Nathan," Lena said with a sly smirk. "Convincing the Southerners that Georgina was the real enemy was a task that could only be done by the best, The North will hail you as a hero for generations."Nathan chuckled. "It wasn’t just me, my dear, I only followed your advice.”“Some men wouldn't have listened,” Lena laughed taking a sip of
Georgina’s POVThe hall grew so quiet as they stared at me in disbelief like they had seen a ghost. Whispers erupted in the hall as they murmured among each other. I ignored their stares as I made my way to my target…Thomas.Thomas stood by the throne, his face pale as though he had seen a ghost. He didn’t move or didn’t speak, but the way his hands trembled gave him away. Godfrey walked behind me, his pace slower, his injuries making every step a struggle. “Impossible…” Thomas finally said, his voice shaking as he stared at me. “You are dead. You can’t be here. This is… this isn’t real.”I stopped at the first step of the podium, a faint smile playing on my lips, my gaze fixed on him. “Disappointed to see me alive, Thomas?” I scoffed. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes darting between me and Thomas. Finally, an elder summoned the courage to step forward. “Georgina… how? How have you survived? We were told—”“You were told what you wanted to hear,” I said, cutting h
Georgina’s POVThe cold morning light spilled into my room, casting long shadows across the walls. I sat by the window, my chest heavy with fear and regret. Thomas’s threats echoed in my head like a curse, reminding me of the danger my Pamela was in. She was my child, my flesh and blood and was also his daughter, Thomas knew this well that Pamela was his daughter but he was willing to throw her under the bush to get what he wanted. This only shows how evil he truly was. How could he threaten me with his daughter? Or does he believe that I won't do anything with her, involved?Fuck Thomas would really pay for his sins one way or another.Outside, the palace was filled with the day’s activity. I could hear guards patrolling the halls, servants moving swiftly through the corridors, and faint murmurs of villagers gathering in the square below. Today was an open meeting, where prominent members of the villages would attend the meeting. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
Georgina's pov. For seven long days, I had lived in the shadows of the palace. No longer a queen, I now wore the simple clothes of a servant. The servants no longer respected me, and the elders would always sneer at me each time I passed, Pamela was also very angry with me, I don't really blame her, I would too. My only focus was to protect my daughter, Pamela, from Thomas’s cruelty.Due to the way I was disrespected by the people, the only time I had to walk around was in the night. Joana walked beside me, kicking some stones, we came across, each time she did this, I knew that she was holding something back.“What do you want to say?” I questioned her. She turned to me biting her lips. “What are you talking about?” She asked, looking innocent. “I know you are hiding something, c'mon spit it out.”“Do you really think we can trust the Southerners?” she asked. “Are you sure they won't attack us again?”I paused near a bush, staring at the moon, calming myself down before I turne
Godfrey’s POVThe morning of our wedding arrived with the soft glow of the sun spilling across the palace grounds. The sky was clear, the air cool and fresh, filled with the scents of wildflowers and pine from the nearby forest. Our wedding wasn’t just an ordinary one…it was a sacred werewolf ceremony, a bond blessed by the Moon Goddess, witnessed by our ancestors, and celebrated by our pack.The ceremony took place in the Moonstone Glade, a magical clearing hidden deep within the forest. The ground was covered with soft green moss, and petals of white and red flowers were scattered everywhere. An arch made of silver birch branches stood tall at the center, decorated with roses. Georgina had insisted that we did our wedding here and I agreed to it. “Are you nervous?” David whispered behind me. “Because I am.”I chuckled, turning to him. “I am the groom but you look more nervous than I am.”That was a lie, my heart was on fire, and I was only faking my calmness. Before he could r
Godfrey’s POVWe returned to the palace, people gasped in shock when they saw Georgina walking in, some of the maids fainted, and some elders rushed outside, their faces etched with a mixture of confusion and curiosityTheirThey eyes darting between Georgina and Thomas and Nathan, not sure which one to believe, both revelations was just too shocking. Georgina smiled walking towards the elders, they staggered backward in fear as they stared at her. Joana rushed over, pulling her into a hug. “You are alive,” she cried. Georgina smiled and released herself from her embrace. “come, I know you have a lot that you want to tell me and you want to know,” she said dragging her away. I turned to the sentinels. “Take the culprits to the dungeon, I want all eyes on them.”They nodded and moved into action, dragging them away. Just then another sentinel walked up to me and told me that my parents had arrived and were waiting for me. I asked him to gesture them in, and he nodded leaving immedi
Godfrey's POV***The day of Georgina's attack***The cold wind blew through the thick forest as we searched for Nathan and Thomas, but there was no sign of them. “Keep looking,” I instructed the guards, suddenly Draco felt uneasy. I paused looking around but there was nothing around that could have triggered Draco. “What happened?” I asked. I could feel Draco's rage flaring up, his growl low but dangerous. Something was wrong.I could finally feel it, something was indeed not right, I looked around studying the forest, and my eyes turned to Pamela who looked uneasy. This was a trick, a trap or a diversion. “Georgina,” I muttered, my eyes widened in alarm and without thinking, I ran back toward the mountains, my heart hammering loudly in my chest. I needed to get to Georgina immediately. I got to where I left her and Alicia and found no one, my uneasiness growing as I scanned the environment, but still no sign of them. Suddenly I looked up and I saw her.Georgina.She was stand
AUTHOR'S POV. Pamela stormed into the dimly lit room, her footsteps loud against the stone floor. She slammed the door shut behind her, the echo ringing through the room, Her hands curled into fists, her whole body trembling with anger.Across the room, Alicia leaned against the wall, her arms crossed under her breasts, a faint smile playing on her lips. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on her face. “We had a deal," Pamela spat, her voice cold and sharp. “You tricked me.”Alicia sighed, tilting her head slightly as if bored by the conversation. "Your mother is dead, Pamela. Isn’t that what you wanted?"Pamela’s eyes burned with rage. “I wanted her dead,” Pamela snapped, walking closer to her. “But do you know what I wanted more? The throne,” she snapped. “I did my own part of the job,” Alicia hissed. “Your own part of the job?* She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I wanted the throne, you said you would give me the throne.”Alicia let out a chuckle. “You lost th
Godfrey’s POVThe rain fell hard as we rode through the palace gates, but it did nothing to wash away the blood. Georgina’s body lay cold in my arms, wrapped in a dark cloak, her face pale as the dead sky above us.I could not feel anything. No pain. No anger. Just emptiness.I couldn't help but feel this was my fault, I was the one that persuaded her to go on this trip and I led her to her death and worst of all I couldn't catch the culprits. Tears flowed down my cheeks freely, words could not explain how I felt, I just felt empty and filled with guilt. “It is all your fault, it is your fault, your fault,” the accusations kept playing in my mind.I searched through my mind looking for Draco, I needed someone to pull me back…it was just too sudden. I kept glancing back at her body, hoping Georgina would just get up but she didn't.The sentinels followed behind in silence, their faces grim, so we were crying loudly. The moment we stepped inside the palace, the cries increased. Ser
Georgina’s POVThe cold wind from the North Sea hit my face as I stood by the rocky shore. The waves crashed against the rocks again and again, as if trying to pull the land into the sea. I inhaled deeply not wanting to miss any part of this, I was happy I actually listened to Godfrey because this was just what I needed.For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe, No walls around me. No people watching my every move, Just the sound of the sea, stretching far and endless before me.Godfrey stood beside me, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the view.“See you like it,* he blurted out. “The sea air is good for you, good for resting.”“Is this a way of rubbing it on my face that you were right?” I chuckled, turning my head to him. *I can't say I wasn't trying to rub it off,” he said, giving me a wink. “You need to learn I am always right.”“I sighed, wrapping my hand around his. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this… free,” I admitted.Godfrey glanced a
Godfrey’s POVI walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor, the cool air of the night brushing through my face. I haven't seen Alicia since that morning and I have been getting nervous about it for a long time. I got to her room, scanning the hallway, I pushed open the door to her room without knocking.She was sitting in a chair, her posture calm, but I could feel, the tension in her, I couldn't see her face since she had her back facing me but I could tell she was tired. It was clear her werewolf was restless, even though she was silent, I could almost hear her wolf breathing heavily, I could feel its exhaustion… This must be what Garrick was talking about, I could actually feel her wolf. "Alicia," I said, stepping closer.She didn’t look at me right away, Instead, she kept staring at the wall, like she didn't know of my presence, Finally, she turned her head slightly. "Godfrey.""You seem... off." I studied her carefully. "Your wolf i
Thomas's POVThe moment the sack was yanked off, I felt the world tilt beneath me."Beta Nathan?" My voice cracked. I lunged forward, barely feeling the pain from my torn back as I wrapped my arms around him. His body was thinner, But he was actually alive. His arms tightened around me. "Thomas..." His voice was thick as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time.Tears glistening in my eyes. "I thought you were dead! Georgina…I thought she killed you!" My chest tightened with rage, with grief, with every emotion I had buried since I had been thrown into this hellhole.Nathan let out a bitter chuckle. "She wanted to, I almost thought I would be beheaded the next day, but someone switched me before the execution. I don’t even know who but all I knew was that I was taken to another place in the North but I was still locked away."He pulled back, gripping my shoulders. "And you, Thomas? They said you were dead, too. What happened?"I swallowed hard, the memories clawing at my throat. “The Kin
The sun was scorching as it beat down on the vast prison yard, dust swirling in the dry wind. The South’s biggest and hardest prison was no place for a man like Thomas. He had spent his life in luxury, waking up in silk sheets, eating the finest meals, and being waited on hand and foot, but here, comfort was a far-gone fantasy and suffering was their reality. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he swung the heavy pickaxe against the unyielding ground. His hands, once soft and uncalloused, now bled from the rough wood of the handle. His muscles ached, not used to such brutal labor, Around him, hardened criminals worked without pause, their bodies already accustomed to the endless toil.A low chuckle echoed behind him. “Look at the northern King, struggling like a newborn pup,” a voice sneered.Thomas turned, his breath heavy. Standing before him was the prisoner’s captain, a massive man with thick scars running across his arms and a jagged-toothed grin. His name was Darius, and he r