Alisha glanced at him as soon as she heard his question."Nothing," she replied, shifting her gaze outward once more."You're unusually quiet," Alice observed.He couldn't decipher her thoughts, but her silence, coupled with her distant look, was certainly out of character for Alisha.It was unsettling for him.He couldn't pinpoint why he felt this way, given his fondness for silence, but Alisha's silence was different—it made him crave her usual banter, even if it was trivial.“Let me know if something's wrong.”He wasn't sure if he could fix it, but fretting over Alisha's thoughts seemed futile."I told you, it's nothing. I just want to admire the view; it's beautiful," Alisha remarked.Though it hadn't been long since she went to college, she already yearned for the carefree days and the comfort of her own orphanage.At least there, she didn't have someone like Alice constantly in her case."You're more stunning, Angel," Alice whispered, inching closer and taking her hand, the moo
“You like ice cream?” Alisha's disbelief lingered in her tone, her eyes widening at the idea of him indulging in something sweet. He seemed more like the type to recoil at the mere sight of sugar."Can't I enjoy it?" Alice's grin softened as he intertwined his fingers with hers, a playful gesture that left Alisha torn between pulling away and surrendering to the warmth of his touch."You can, but you don't strike me as a sweet tooth," Alisha remarked casually, her gaze flickering between their locked hands."I have a sweet tooth, especially for you. I like you, doesn't it count?" Alice's gaze lingered on her, his words laden with double meaning, that she tasted sweeter than any dessert. She was his slice of heaven, a sanctuary from the bitterness of the world."Like me? Plenty of people like me because I'm a good person," Alisha countered, her eyes rolling as she reflected his compliment with practised ease.Alice couldn't help but smile at her sassiness, admiring her straightforward n
Alisha watched as Alice brought the ice cream closer to her lips, the melted cream dripping from his hand, staining both their clothes.“Thanks. I can eat myself,” Alisha said, reaching for the ice cream.“Your hand will get dirty, Angel. Just eat, or else I am going to eat it,” Alice teased, daring her to touch his hand.“Okay, as you wish,” Alisha agreed, not wanting to forfeit the ice cream. She took her lips to the treat, savouring the cold sweetness as she licked and took small bites.Alice observed her actions, her hair falling freely over her face. With a gentle touch, he brushed her hair back, holding it back, allowing her to eat comfortably.“Eat. Don't worry,” Alice reassured softly.Alisha took another bite, licking her lips. “You're not eating? Isn't it for you?”“No. You can have it all. The way you asked for it was too sweet, how can I eat it?” Alice replied with a smile, finally taking a bite.“It's dripping,” Alisha observed, noticing the melted cream.Without hesitati
Alisha felt a cold sensation as a chunk of ice cream filled her mouth, with Alice's breath now fanning over her chin.‘Maybe I should eat the ice cream quickly, so he'll leave,’ Alisha thought to herself, hurriedly shoving the cone into her mouth, leaving Alice holding the lower part.Alice was shocked by how she devoured the whole cone in one go.‘Damn, she's quick. Wonder how she'd manage with something else,’ he thought to himself.“Now move, the ice cream's gone. You can have the rest,” Alisha said, struggling to speak as she tried to eat the massive amount she'd stuffed into her mouth.Some ice cream fell out as she spoke.“You're going to choke if you keep doing that,” Alice said, grabbing her cheeks, getting her mouth opened, and removing the chunks of ice cream.‘Eww,’ Alisha cringed as she swallowed the remaining pieces.The urge to vomit surged in her stomach as she watched him suck the chunks of ice cream he'd removed from her mouth.He clearly had weird habits, from the aw
Knock. Knock.Alice stirred in his sleep at the sound of knocking on the door. He was usually a light sleeper, or perhaps it was due to his insomnia; he rarely slept longer than four hours.His eyes fell on Alisha, practically clinging to him like a koala bear, her face nestled against his chest, her lips grazing his nipples through his shirt.Alice observed her, noticing how his shirt dwarfed her, revealing her cleavage and thighs, while barely concealing the rest. Half of her backside peeked out from her panties.‘This girl,’ Alice sighed. He had aptly given her the name Angel; even in her sleep, she exuded seductiveness without effort.Exposed like this and sleeping so innocently, it was almost comical how her lips grazed his nipple, reminiscent of a baby seeking milk."Sir."Alice snapped out of his trance at the repeated knock. "What?""Sir, a few people came to meet you," the servant replied from outside, his voice trembling at the sound of Alice's tone.Alice's eyes narrowed, u
"I don't need to discuss anything, just get me my daughter," Mary retorted, refusing to back down.He literally kidnapped Alisha. Who does he think he is? It's despicable. What is there to talk about?She doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to understand. All she wants is Alisha; everything else is secondary."I said, tone down your voice, old lady. I'm not doing anything to you because my Angel is close to you. But if you direct this attitude towards my mom, I swear..." Alice let his words hang, leaving the threat implied.He believed she would understand the rest on her own. He knew he wouldn't come across as innocent or kind.Mary was startled by his tone and warning. She clenched her fists in anxiety and anger. "I want Alisha," she said, her voice lower this time."Good. But you're not getting her," Alice declared, raising his eyebrows.He was relieved that Mary had lowered her tone. He usually hated disrespect, but yelling or a disrespectful tone of voice pressed his buttons
Alice, Daisy, and Mary all looked back to see who had just spoken in the middle.Alisha, who was standing at the back, saw Mary with tears in her eyes, which shocked everyone.She had been sleeping but woke up upon hearing the loud voices. She immediately recognized Mary's voice, which made her heart beat rapidly. Without wasting any time, she rushed out, not even caring about her injured feet.Alisha half-ran there and saw Alice literally talking to her mother.Mary looked at Alisha, feeling pain as she saw her sweet, innocent girl.Her eyes examined Alisha, seeing how pale she was, with her feet bandaged, which made her feel sadness.What could she expect from someone who had forced her daughter to come with him? But seeing Alisha's situation, she didn't know how to react.Pain and anger were the only things she wanted to react to, but facing Alice, she knew she couldn't.“Alisha,” Mary spoke as she moved forward.Alice, shocked by Alisha's tears, felt an urge to do something to com
Alisha opened her eyes, hearing Alice's words. Her eyes were red, tears still dripping from them.She glared at Alice, which truly shocked both Alice and Daisy.Daisy couldn't believe that this was the same Alisha who looked so cute and fragile moments ago.Her eyes weren't just screaming rage; they were screaming power.Alice wasn't shocked by Alisha's glare; he was shocked because this was the same fire he had seen in the office yesterday before Alisha lost consciousness.When she called him ‘Daddy’ and took the lead, it was the same aura.Now it was hard for him to believe that she was the same girl who talked foolishly and seemed so innocent.And then suddenly she behaved like this; it felt like she was possessed.She felt that too, because how could someone change so much, from innocent one moment to something else the next?"What are you looking at, Angel? Don't give me that look," Alice provoked her.He did want to see what she could do; he wanted to see the same girl who drove
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