“Sweetheart, let me massage your feet,” Alice said, placing her on the bed and taking her feet in his lap.Alisha felt nervous as he offered to massage her feet, placing them in his well-defined muscular lap, which only heightened her nervousness.“Why are you shaking, Angel?” Alice questioned, softly holding her feet and starting to massage them gently.Like an expert, because he is used to massaging his mother's feet, so it's not something new for him.“You don't have to massage my feet, I'm totally fine,” Alisha tried to pull her feet back, but his grip tightened as he looked at her with lazy yet stern eyes.“Have to? What if I say I want to?” Alice looked at her with eyes that screamed how he just wanted her to stay still.“It’s not good, you are older than me, you don't have to do it, it's just disrespectful,” Alisha stated, stopping pulling her feet, not wanting to get them hurt due to his tight hold nearly stopping the blood supply, making it painful.“Don't forget you are my w
"Where is your mind, sweetheart?" Alice asked, looking at her as if their earlier exchange hadn't happened, trying to act normal now.He didn't even know why he felt the sudden urge to warn her, he just felt the need to show her he didn't want to reveal his darker side.Even if she thought he was already bad, she didn't know that the other side, he is way softer than he could ever be with anyone.She was everything he hated, despised, even loathed, but with her, he couldn't maintain that facade; it made him feel vulnerable, wondering what she might be thinking.And what she might do - that thought just ruined everything for him. Never had he thought a woman could weaken him.But not only did she weaken him, she froze his mind, made his heart beat faster - she just did everything to him without even knowing it, and then she tried to push him away.Her eyes showed how much she hated him - he wasn't dumb not to notice. Being in the Mafia, he could read people's faces perfectly.He could
"Are you ready, Angel?" Alice asked, coming in his suit and looking good."Yes, I am," Alisha answered, stepping out of the bathroom already dressed."Then let's go invite your mother, Mary. Tomorrow is our wedding in the morning at court and the party at night. Let's invite everyone from the orphanage," he said, coming closer and holding her hands.Kissing her knuckles made her uncomfortable, but she masked her expression, not wanting to show him. Today he is taking her to the orphanage, and she can't let this opportunity slip.She doesn't know why she's going there when all her plans are to run away. Still, she can't wait to see everyone one last time - her only family. She doesn't even know how she'll escape, but she knows she can't go back to the orphanage.She has to go somewhere else, but where? That's the question. She's never gone anywhere alone, except for college and the orphanage.Once she tried, and now she's here with Alice, trapped, forced into her soon-to-be marriage, n
"Who said I am lying? I'm not. I was sleeping and just woke up," Mary lied, hugging Alisha tighter.She wanted to take it all in, to feel everything, as if it were the real Alisha, not the one she had been hallucinating about.She had been struggling to sleep, and when she did force herself, all she kept having were delusions of Alisha being there. She could hear her voice, and it was suffocating."If your meeting is done, maybe we should go inside, sit, and talk," Alice, who had kept his mouth shut until now, finally decided to speak.Feeling agitated because they hadn't even acknowledged his presence, and the kids were giving him glares with their small eyes.They didn't know he could pull their eyeballs out if he wanted; it would be better if they didn't behave out of line.He entertained the thought, finding it amusing, but suppressed it. He had promised Alisha he wouldn't harm anyone, and he never went back on his word.Alisha sighed hearing his words , she broke the hug.”Let's g
Alisha felt sadness in her heart as she saw Mary looking like this. Dark circles under her eyes, and how tired she looked, and the guilt in her voice, even though it's not entirely her fault. She could feel it in her heart that Mary chose what's best for everyone. Of course, Alisha herself wouldn't want to put kids in harm's way or anyone in pain.‘Then why are you planning to run away? You have no settled plan, no money, and you're not even sure if he found you or if he did something to Mary and the kids,’ the voice in her head remarked.Alisha clenched her sweaty palms as the reality check hit her. So she has to marry? If she doesn't want to put anyone in possible harm?But marriage isn't something so easy that she could do. No way in hell would she want to spend her whole life with someone like Alice. He's not only scary, he's crazy too.‘If you know he's crazy, then leaving him is the biggest mistake, aren't you?’ her mind rang with reason again.And she's not going to lie, reaso
Mary and Alisha immediately separated when they heard the call.“Where are you, Alisha? I'm still waiting for your tea. Are you making tea or sleeping in the kitchen?” Alice called from the living hall, growing impatient after waiting for more than ten minutes.“Alisha, don't think about us. It's time to be a little selfish. Just escape. Whatever happens, I will face it,” Mary reassured her. “Now let's go outside, or else he's going to come here.”Alisha nodded, still unsure about the situation, because she clearly didn't want anyone to face anything because of her.She poured the tea for Alice and came out from the kitchen with Mary.Alisha served the tea in front of Alice and sat opposite him on the couch, with Mary beside her.“You took such a long time. I thought you were not making tea; you were creating it,” Alice rolled his eyes as he took the cup in his hands.Though he didn't even drink tea, he wanted to taste it because it was made by Alisha's hands.He looked at Alisha, who
"Did you hear that? She herself wanted to marry me. Don't you think now you should give your blessings, even though I don't need them? But for Alisha, they are important," Alice sarcastically remarked, his lips curling into a wide grin as he heard Alisha's words.He appreciated the way she didn't deny it, but instead, accepted it, and it sounded good to his ears. He couldn't deny that his heart skipped a beat hearing her say she herself wanted to marry him.He knew it wasn't the truth, and she just didn't want to accelerate the situation, but it wasn't totally bad; it was intriguing.Mary looked at Alisha, who pleaded with her through her expressions not to say or argue anything.She sighed. "My blessings are always with my daughter. Will attend the party."She couldn't do anything but agree, because in her heart, she knew what was true. She also knew her daughter wouldn't lie.Living with Alice had taught her to hide things and lie about them, which might have been considered a bad t
In the car, as Alisha and Alice sat, Alice drove and glanced at Alisha with a side glance, noticing her sad expression.“Are you feeling sad, sweetheart?” he asked, knowing she wasn't happy about being separated again.This time, she knew the truth, that God protects kids, and Mary pushed Alisha for help, which somewhat eased the anger she had before. Alice didn't really care if her anger was easing, but he did care about seeing sadness in her eyes.“I'm not exactly sad, just not happy either. I miss my mother and the kids,” Alisha answered truthfully.“I'm here with you now, don't worry. You won't even have time to miss them. We'll be together and have lots of fun,” Alice tried to soothe her.‘That's the problem. I don't want to have fun or happiness with someone like you,’ Alisha mumbled to herself, unable to say it to his face.Before, she would have spoken up no matter how scared she was, but now she didn't want to provoke him and ruin her plan. She wanted things to go smoothly.A
Alice’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder. He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her. Alisha gasped, her head tilting back. "Agh..." Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine. His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with longing. Alisha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then show me," she whispered.His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. The loosened fabric of her dress slid further down, pooling at her waist, exposing the warmth of her skin to the cool night air. Alisha’s breath hitched as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her sides. Every touch sent sparks racing through her veins. “Alice…” she whispered, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer. He
"I do." The words spilled from Alisha’s lips as she stood at the altar with Alice. Six months had passed, and so much had changed. They had returned to their normal life with Daisy and Mary. The battles, the burdens—they were behind her now. She still remembered the conversation she had with Maya six months ago when she told her it was better for 'her' to lead the pack. Alisha had never wanted that responsibility. She only wanted to live a simple, normal life. Maya had disagreed at first, but eventually, she understood Alisha’s choice and accepted it. Since then, Alisha and Alice had stepped away from the chaos and reclaimed the life they once had. And today, standing before everyone, was proof of how far they had come—because today was their wedding day. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. Alice’s smile stretched wide as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I?" His hands rested gently on her waist, his touch reverent. He still couldn't believe t
“Amm.” Alisha moaned, her body aching as she tried to move. With effort, she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Her gaze landed on Alice. Alice was sitting beside her, but his eyes were closed, his posture slumped in exhaustion. “Alice…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He jolted upright instantly, eyes flying open, and within seconds, they brimmed with tears. Damn emotions. He hated them—loathed them, even. But seeing Alisha like this? He couldn’t stop them. After so long… she was finally awake. His chest tightened with overwhelming relief. “Angel.” His voice cracked as he sobbed. “You’re awake.” Alisha swallowed, her throat dry. “How long… have I been sleeping?” “You were in a coma.” He pressed the call button beside the bed before looking back at her. “It’s been over a week.” Within minutes, the doctor arrived and checked Alisha over. “She’s stable now. Her wounds will heal with time,” he assured them before stepping out. Alisha’s ga
“You need rest, Alice.” Maya ran a hand through his hair, her face as hollow as the corpse he sat beside. A week had passed, yet none of them had moved on from what happened. Alisha was still in a coma. Maya herself couldn't calm her nerves. She had killed her own husband with her own hands. Even if it had been necessary, the nightmares wouldn’t let her forget. Not just because he was her mate—but because she had loved a man like him. A liar. The cause of her suffering. Of everyone's suffering. Mostly Alisha, who had lost everything. And they still didn’t know when she would wake up. Jackson had already explained everything to the pack, but explanations didn’t erase guilt. Alice said nothing, his gaze locked on Alisha’s lifeless form on the bed. The images of that day wouldn’t leave him. They played on repeat, like a broken radio, and the more he thought about them, the more he blamed himself. But he knew—blame wouldn’t change a thing. All he wanted was for her to wake up. If
Lima looked at Jackson, tears welling in her eyes. “If I could, I would have. But I’m old, and my powers are weak after living with wolves for so many years.” Alisha thrashed against her restraints, sobbing as she watched Alice being beaten to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. 'Please!!' she pleaded in her mind. Aman sneered. “He’s human. But aren’t you royal blood? Is this how you save your mate?” He yanked her head back and slammed it against the chair. Alice coughed up blood. “Motherfucker!” He saw the crimson streak trailing down Alisha’s face, and despite the agony wracking his body, he tried to crawl toward her. Another brutal blow sent him back down. Aman laughed coldly. “Yes, I am a motherfucker. But your mother’s not my taste. This bitch might be, though.” Alisha squeezed her eyes shut. She had to save them. Somehow. Could her wolf help? She had royal blood—would it be enough? 'You just have to trust me. Even cursed, I will do anything to save our mate and every
Alisha listened in silence, every word slotting into place, making the picture clearer. The puzzle was finally forming—pieces falling exactly where they belonged. “And we wanted power, so we helped,” Lucas and Harmis laughed in unison. Why wouldn’t they? From being worthless rogues, they had risen to Alpha and Beta. They had enjoyed that power for years. And after today, they would keep enjoying it—until death took them. Maya frozen, tears streaking her face, her eyes locked on Elk. Utter betrayal. The weight of suffering crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe. Levi’s scream cut through the air. “How can you do this, Dad?!” Her voice cracked as she turned to Rish, who looked just as shattered. Heartbroken. Aman chuckled, his grip still tight on Alisha’s hair. “Didn’t he already tell you?” Alisha barely heard him. Her gaze was fixed on Alice. She understood Maya’s pain—because she felt it too. Knowing Alice’s father was responsible for her being an orphan? That was one thin
“Who the hell are you?” Maya screamed, struggling against the ropes, her pulse hammering in confusion. Why the hell were they all tied up? She remembered sitting at home, sipping tea with everyone. Then—nothing.And now, she was here. Tied up.“I never thought you’d be this dumb, Maya.” Aman scoffed. “You don’t even remember me?” Maya’s mind raced. Who was this man? Why had he been talking to Alice on the phone, demanding the key? Her gaze darted to Alisha—pale, wide-eyed, bound beside Levi and Rish. Aman stepped toward Alisha, dragging a rough fingertip along her cheek. “So, you’re the last royal blood,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “Gotta say, you’re just as beautiful as your mother.” Alisha flinched, nausea rising in her throat. Every nerve in her body recoiled. “Leave her!” Levi and Rish shouted in unison, straining against their restraints. Jackson, silent until now, felt something click in his memory. His jaw clenched. “You’re the rogue,” he murmured. “The o
Alice reached the house and stepped inside. "Alisha, where are you?" he called, glancing around. Silence greeted him. Maya, Jackson, Rish, Levi—no one was there. His chest tightened as he moved from room to room. Everything looked normal, except for the stillness. It didn't make sense. Frowning, he pulled out his phone and dialed Maya. Tring… ring… After a few rings, someone picked up. "Maya, where are you? Where’s Alisha? Why is no one home?" A voice answered—but not Maya’s. "Because they’re with me." His blood ran cold. The voice was unfamiliar, nothing like hers. "Who is this?" "Aman here. I gave you plenty of time to handle your bullshit, but you didn’t. So now, it’s my turn to do what I promised." Alice’s eyes widened. No. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. Alisha can’t find out the truth—not like this. Not when he won’t even get to tell his side. He couldn’t even imagine how this would end. "You son of a bitch," he snarled, gripping the phone tighter
Alice’s eyes filled with tears as the pain he had buried for years tore through his heart. The weight of everything he had hidden threatened to consume him, and before he could stop them, the tears began to fall. His whole life, he had fought, using pain as his motivation. He hated how much his mother had lost in raising him. The man who should have stood by her had left—for another woman. But now, he understood. After everything he had learned about mate bonds, about the way the world worked… he could see it clearly. His father had left for his mate. The hatred he had buried for so long surfaced, but now, a question clawed at him. ‘Can I even hate him?’ Maybe for killing his Angel parents, yes. But what about the miserable childhood he endured? The broken family he grew up in? Move on? His mother wanted him to move on? *Can I?* “Let me ask you… did you ever move on, Mom?” Alice asked, his voice thick with emotion. He let his tears fall freely, feeling the warmth of his mother