Alisha, Daisy, and Mary all looked at Alice as he spoke.“I want to marry,” Alice dropped the bomb, causing everyone's eyes to widen.“Who?” Daisy asked, her intuition already guessing Alice's intention.But she was shocked that he wanted to marry, clearly feeling like she might have a heart attack.Her weak heart couldn't handle her son dropping bombs like this.“Alisha, I want to marry her,” Alice pointed his finger towards Alisha.He had been thinking about it all night yesterday.That's how he came up with the idea that if he married her, she would be with him, and he wouldn't have to stress about kidnapping her or worrying everyone.At least his mom would be at peace, and so would his heart.Because he knew Alisha was meant for him, so marriage would solidify their relationship, and that would be the best.“Are you out of your mind?” Mary asked, her voice rising, and her blood pressure spiking.She couldn't believe her ears that he had just said he would marry her daughter.Alish
"I'm not forcing anyone; I'm giving you time to think it over before giving me your answer. But be careful, saying ‘no’ isn't an option," Alice's voice exuded confidence and threat simultaneously.His eyes sharply assessed Alisha and Mary."Are you threatening us?" Mary inquired."Do you want me to?" Alice's gaze narrowed as he focused on Mary, who returned his stare with eyes full of resentment."We don't need time to think. And even if you don't accept ‘no’ as an answer, our response remains unchanged: you can't marry Alisha," Mary asserted, her words tinged with uncertainty."Understand this, old hag. I don't think you can handle refusing me. You have much to lose, so maybe you should reconsider your so-called denial," Alice chuckled, suppressing a few curses.Alisha looked at Daisy, silently pleading for help. Daisy was the only one who could influence Alice; he had always held a soft spot for his mother, so perhaps she could intervene.Noticing Alisha's plea, Daisy intervened. "I
“Mom, do you think I would do anything like this? Believe me, I don't hurt kids,” Alice spoke, his tone concealing the manipulation within it.Of course, he doesn't hurt kids, because until now, the situation has never arisen.Now he's facing a situation where he can achieve his desires by doing something wrong. According to him, his whole existence is wrong, so what's the issue? Nothing.He's not directly getting his hands dirty or physically harming kids, so nothing seems bad.“I know, son,” Daisy hesitated, continuing. “It's not good; whatever you're considering won't end well. Think about it. If someone warned you about harming me, would you sit idly?”“I'm going to ruin them all,” Alice angrily replied, then it dawned on him what his mother was trying to convey.She's trying to make him understand the repercussions of his actions.But he has the power; he can protect people. What about Alisha? He's already giving her time; even if she isn't powerful, at least she would have the r
"Where?" Alisha asked in shock as she heard Mary's suggestion.Unable to understand what she meant, they had to leave from here.Where would they go?Moreover, her college and the other kids' schools, or this home, is the only thing they have.If they went to another place, how would things be restarted? That's quite a question."I don't know anything, Alisha, but what I feel is that we need to leave. We can't be here, or else he will harm others and then will marry you. No way I want you or the other orphanage kids to suffer, so it's better we escape," Mary explained, all panicked."But we don't have money, we don't have a place, we don't even know where we will go!" Alisha questioned."We can go anywhere, but it's better than this place. It will be fine. About money, I can sell this house," Mary answered as she sat down, her stress showing all over her face.Alisha sat beside her, wiping her tears, holding Mary's hand. "Mother, what about everyone's education? Your work, how will we
"Miss, we can only buy it at this price. The house is old, and you want all the cash in a hurry," the man said, sitting on the chair, negotiating the price."But $50k is too low. The whole house is worth more than that. How can you buy it for so little, Mister?" Mary asked, looking at the man, who appeared to be in his 40s. They were here negotiating the price for the house.This house held a special place in her heart. Her late husband had built it, and they never had children. They adopted Alisha, and after her husband passed away, Mary turned the house into a small orphanage, adopting more children or taking them in after various incidents.Never did she imagine she would have to sell it, but today was that day. She didn't want to face tomorrow knowing Alice would come and cause trouble because they refused to marry Alisha to him.Here she was, ready to sell it now. The only person willing to do so urgently was exploiting the situation, knowing they were in urgent need and taking a
“Sis, where are we going? Why is Mother selling the house?” one of the kids asked, concern etched on their faces as they all sat in Alisha's room, feeling stressed.Mary was busy downstairs, dealing with the situation, while they anxiously awaited her return, hoping to get some answers.Alisha looked sadly at the children. She didn't know how to ease her guilt, knowing she was the reason for everything. It weighed heavily on her heart.She didn't know what to say or how to answer their questions. The decision to leave had been made, but neither she nor Mary knew where they would go or what the future held.Beyond her own regrets, Alisha was heartbroken, especially knowing how much this house meant to Mary. It held so many memories, especially of her late husband, which the kids might not fully understand.“We will go to a better place. Mother Mary thinks this place is a bit old for us all, and we need a change of surroundings. It will be better,” Alisha lied, forcing the words past he
"It's my daughter, not a thing, and even if you are the last guy existing around this whole globe, I won't be marrying my daughter to you," Mary retorted, her voice laced with defiance as she squared her shoulders, attempting to conceal her fear.In all her years, she had never encountered people like Alice—wealthy, powerful, and utterly intimidating. This was uncharted territory for her.She knew the danger he posed, evidenced by his underhanded tactics in purchasing her house. If she had known, she would have given the house away for free rather than let it fall into his hands.But now, she realised the extent of her mistake in selling it without proper research. Money could cover a multitude of sins, and she had unwittingly played into his hands.He was a monster, capable of burying her with ease and covering his tracks without a second thought.Even as she filled with these thoughts, one question nagged at her: Why had he bought the house in the first place? The unsettling realis
"See, Alice, I'm literally begging you, please just stay away from my daughter. She's too innocent for the crap you're trying to pull," Mary resorted to politeness, knowing nothing was working in her favour if she kept behaving like this."I don't see you begging, though. I don't know how sitting counts as begging, but you do sound sincere," Alice said, one eyebrow raised. "But I'm not in the mood to accept sincerity."Mary looked at him with surprise shooting from her eyes. Never in her life had she met someone so heartless and cocky. It didn't matter that he didn't even seem to understand any emotions. All he cared about was what he wanted."Keep looking like that, maybe my heart will melt, and I'll take my Angel with me now. You won't mind, right?" Alice's lips spread into a mocking smirk."Take your money back. I don't want to sell anything, at least not to you," Mary pushed back the suitcase of money, feeling disgusted to even touch it now."Quite a drama, but don't worry. Even i
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