Alice looked at her, moving his chair in her direction, spreading his legs wide open, his hand resting on his thighs."What good?" Alisha's mind rang, not understanding what he was trying to praise, as there was nothing to be praised.It had been more than an hour, she stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on him, even though he wasn't particularly looking like anything interesting to look at."Do you know what you look like now?" Alice asked, sliding his hand up slightly, as if he might pull something out if he continued rubbing his palm on his pants like that."What?" Alisha asked, knowing there was no way to dodge it.The way he punctuated his words made it clear how he wanted her to respond."You look all mine, the way your eyes are on me," Alice stated, his voice thick and seductive.Alisha felt awkward seeing him rubbing himself like that and sounding so deep. "Are you feeling itchy? Are you allergic?"The words slipped out before she could realise."Do you want to rub me? Because
‘Delusional?’ the voice in her head commented.Because that's the most sensible explanation. He sounds completely delusional, either unable to grasp reality or deliberately avoiding it.Who behaves like this, twisting words out of context and pretending they were the exact words spoken?"Now, can I go sit?" Alisha asked, annoyed, not wanting to continue the conversation. She'd had enough."Didn't you ask me earlier if I had an allergy, so couldn't you rub it? Maybe it'll make me feel better," Alice said, his eyes wide, giving her the most innocent expression he could muster.It was the same expression he always gave his mother, and now, to Alisha.These were the only two people he showed his inner child to, maybe with Alisha, he could show all his sides, even the ones he tried to hide from his mom."I didn't cause any allergies. I never touched you to cause it, so why would I rub it? And since when does rubbing heal an allergy?" Alisha asked, struggling to maintain her balance.Her fe
‘Does he think I have no work?’ Alisha questioned herself, feeling hurt by his words.She did have work – she was a student and needed to study. But with him invading her life and not knowing when she would be able to return to her studies, more than a week had already passed.First, he took her with him and she went into a coma. Then, after she recovered, she couldn't leave the orphanage because Mary was selling the orphanage and they had to move out. And now, here she was again with him.He is parading her from his place to office, as if it's her who asked it.She wasn't free – she was literally forced into this situation. She didn't have her books or anything else to keep her busy. So, of course, she would appear idle.But what did he mean by saying she was "looking at people"? She had eyes, they were meant for observing. It was absurd for him to blame her for that. He couldn't make her feel any more annoyed than he already did."I have work too, Alice," she replied, her voice ting
“Ahhh!!!!!”Alisha screamed in shock as she fell to the floor, startled by the sudden sound of Alice punching the glass table, causing it to crack in the middle.As Alice stood up, his knuckles bleeding from the impact, he ignored the pain and directed his gaze towards Alisha, who was now on the floor with her hands covering her ears, looking pale and frightened.Internally seething with anger, Alice couldn't comprehend how Alisha could feel pity for someone else when she seemed to only harbour disgust and hatred towards him."What's wrong, Alisha? Why are you scared now?" Alice's voice was laced with bitterness as he extended his hand towards her, blood dripping onto the floor. "Don't you feel pity for me now? I'm bleeding too."He stared at Alisha with intense anger in his eyes, demanding an answer. "Tell me, don't you feel pity now? Instead of fear, you should be feeling pity for me because I'm bleeding more than that bastard guy you felt pity for.”Alisha felt a surge of fear and
Alisha raised her head, her doe-sized eyes filled with terror and innocence simultaneously, met his gaze.Shock etched on her face as she struggled to decipher his words, aware they carried more weight than they seemed.“I said stand up, sweetheart. Did you hear me?” Alice commanded, one eyebrow raised, jaw clenched.Too weak from standing too long, Alisha felt immobilised.It wasn't just fatigue, but fear rendering her unable to move; the metallic tang of blood assaulting her senses, the dampness on her neck and feet screaming of the dire situation.Summoning all her strength, she rose, keeping her gaze fixed on him, knowing any shift would only provoke him further.“You know what you've done wrong?” Alice's voice, cold as ice, pierced the silence.That's exactly how he sounded—cold and dangerous.Wrong? Alisha replayed the scene in her mind, struggling to identify her error.She couldn't recall any misstep; it was him twisting her words, unfairly blaming her and growing increasingly
"You're thinking right, Angel, because I don't forgive—I kill if someone makes mistakes and does things I don't want," Alice drawled, observing her reaction closely.His eyes could discern her fear, the tremble in her limbs, and the silent plea for escape written across her face. Even without her saying a word, he could read it all in her body language.Every nuance, every hint of innocence and dread seeping from her expression as she struggled to maintain her composure.But that was the problem—he didn't want to see her like that. He didn't want her to show any sign of defiance or fear."I'm sorry. I don't mean to show anything in my eyes. Please, don't kill me," Alisha pleaded desperately, her words barely a whisper.She couldn't die—not now, not like this. She was too young, too full of life to face death. She hadn't even finished college yet, and here he was, ready to snuff out her existence without a second thought.It wasn't just a threat; she could see it in him. She knew he wa
In the evening, Alice entered his office to find Alisha fast asleep.Approaching her, he gently shook her awake. "Wake up! We need to go," he said.Alisha stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Alice's gaze, immediately sitting up."Would you like some snacks?" Alice asked, unfazed by her sudden alertness."Snacks?" Alisha's confusion was evident, still groggy from her unexpected awakening."Yes, it's already evening, and you might be hungry too. Having some snacks would help," Alice replied warmly."No," Alisha's stomach betrayed her denial with a rumble, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.She nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling shy under Alice's amused gaze.Alice chuckled at her reaction. "It's okay. I'm hungry. We should grab some snacks. Do you want to explore my office and eat in the canteen, or would you prefer to stay here?"His words left her wondering what he wanted from her. She couldn't believe he wanted to show her his office; it wasn't
"Now, what's going on in that little head of yours, Angel?" Alice asked with a smile, his mood lifting.He had to hand it to her; she had a knack for both souring his mood and then turning it around in the blink of an eye. She was like a coin flip, offering him a taste of both the bitter and the sweet all at once, and she always managed to nail it, no matter how much he tried to deny it."I'm just wondering if you're trying to poison me because you're not eating what I am," Alisha blurted out without much thought, unable to contain her thoughts and words. She just needed to know if her suspicions were unfounded.With one bite already consumed, she couldn't help but worry about the consequences if something was indeed wrong with the food. She was feeling fine so far, but she didn't want to take any chances. What if she ended up getting sick or worse?"I could take a bite of this if you don't believe me," Alice said, holding her hand and taking a bite of her sandwich. "If it's poisone
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