Andros’s POVWith a stoic expression on my face, I silently stood by the side, my keen eyes observing their interaction with my usual detached demeanor. I watched as a beaming grin spread across the sewing manager’s face as my father’s discerning eyes swept over the elegant dress before him. The dress before us is a stunning creation, as expected from our team of talented seamstresses. The dress has a bloody red hue, an arresting contrast against the pristine white walls of the chamber. Every intricate detail has been meticulously crafted by the skilled hands of our selected Pack seamstresses. The delicate fabric was handpicked for comfort and design. Its lightweight and silky feel created a graceful fluidity that defied the limitations of textiles. Delicate embroidery danced across the surface, the threads weaving an intricate tapestry that could only have been achieved through painstaking manual labor. The delicate fabric and thread used also left the seamstresses with minimal
Andros’s POV“Father, it would be such a pity if we don’t put this dress to use. The materials took a lot from our Pack funds,” I tried to reason out to my father with fingers crossed. I had no choice but to help him since he asked for my help in front of my father, and I knew what answer my father was expecting from me. My father had always been clear to me about what kind of leader he expected to rule the Pack. Since I was little, my father always emphasized that a great leader loves the people he leads and would take care of them more than how he values his own life. Standing up for this sewing manager who made things difficult for me is the only way out of the dilemma he has given me. “Yes, Alpha! Sir Andros is right. If we are going to make another dress, it will cost us another fortune,” the sewing manager suddenly spoke up in support.I fought back the scowl that threatened to appear on my face as I glanced at this thick-skinned person who didn’t know shame.“It doesn’t ma
Asha’s POV“Asha, you shouldn’t talk like that! What if others heard you? You’re putting yourself in trouble,” My brother snapped at me angrily. I rolled my eyes and averted my gaze from him. My brother had always been so righteous and modest, which is the opposite of me. “I know, you had always been the good and perfect sibling while I’ll always be the evil one. I’m sorry if I couldn’t be like you!” I rebutted with a scowl on my face. Andros stared at me with a look of surprise in his eyes. He was not expecting that I would suddenly burst out like that.I huffed and crossed my arms as I turned away, feeling guilty instantly. I shouldn’t have pinned my anger on my brother. This isn’t his fault. My brother suddenly shook his head. “If you really think that I am good and perfect, then you’re wrong. Sometimes, my thoughts could turn evil too.”I turned to look at him when his words caught my attention. My brother had always been good and perfect in my eyes. I don’t believe in his wor
Giselle’s POVI watched with rapt attention as my three year old son, Ryker, sat cross-legged on the plush rug, his small hands meticulously arranging and rearranging the brightly colored blocks before him. My trusted assistant, Rhya, stood at the far corner, carefully watching Ryker to be there in the moment that he needed help.I sighed as I rested my chin on my palm. “It’s a rare moment of peace, isn’t it?” I whispered, my gaze not leaving Ryker’s enraptured form. Ryker looked like a sweet little boy as he played with his toy blocks with laser-focused movements. Everyone who would stare at him right now would never imagine that he is actually a spawn of the devil. Ryker has been diagnosed with autism since birth. Small things could easily set him off, and it’s hard to calm him down when he holds tantrums. I and my two attendants aren’t enough to subdue him when he bursts into a fit. There were times when I just wanted to tear my ears off because of his loud and violent yelling.
Giselle’s POVThe air hung heavy around me as my anger pulsed through my veins. As soon as I heard that Killian was doing something behind my back again, I instantly rushed to his office to confront him. I stood before Killian’s door, my back straight and my jaw set in a line of unyielding resolve. The guard, a young man with a face still too smooth to hold the weight of authority, stood before me. His hands hovered nervously near the door handle as he faced me. He must be a newly recruited Pack Warrior, and he was assigned to guard Killian’s room to keep everyone outside.“I need to speak to Killian,” I spoke, my voice a low, icy rumble. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand, a command delivered with the chilling certainty of a queen issuing a decree. My words were laced with a chilling coldness, a warning that I was not to be trifled with, as I fixed my gaze on the mahogany door. I could feel his palpable fear as he stared through me. I could see the sweat beading on his forehea
Giselle’s POV“Luna, are you sure about this? Are you really going to bring Ryker with you to the Shadowfang Pack?” One of my attendants asked me to make me think twice about my decision. I had just gotten back from Killian’s office after I had confronted him. We both agreed that both Ryker and I would come with him to the Shadowfang Pack. “Of course. As his mother, I can’t leave him behind here. We don’t know how many days we would be staying at the Shadowfang Pack. What would Killian think of me as a mother if I could bear to leave my son behind for days?” I shot back at my attendant, who dared to question my decision. “Luna, I don’t mean it that way, but Ryker could be so intolerable sometimes. I’m just afraid that if you bring him there, he might cause trouble for you and the Alpha,” The omega replied sincerely with her head bowed. I sighed. It’s one of the things that have been troubling my mind, too. If I had the choice, of course, I would rather leave this annoying kid behi
Giselle’s POVI’ve heard a lot of things about the Shadowfang Pack, but the rumors I heard were nothing compared to what the Shadowfang Pack actually appeared like. I couldn’t believe that such a place would exist in this world. The moment I arrived, I thought I had entered paradise. I glanced at Killian, who was looking around the Pack with awe written all over his face. None of us has ever been here. We looked like countryside bumpkins who entered the city for the first time. “What Ryker? Do you like what you see?” Killian asked his son, whom he had been carrying in his arms ever since we arrived. Ryker slowly nodded his head as he stared at his father. Killian laughed happily at his son’s response. “Of course, this place is nothing like our Pack,” Killian responded with a big smile on his face. Ryker couldn’t talk, but he could communicate with us with a nod or a shake of his head. However, he only communicates with his father. When it comes to us, he never gives us anything
Astrid’s POVEver since Beta Alek came back, my life has become peaceful and easy lately. All my jobs as the acting Beta was passed back to Beta Alek now that he’s back to take his position. For three years, I’ve been wishing to have an easy life where I don’t have to deal with any problems and have the freedom to do what I want. Now that I have what I want, why do I miss the time when I was busy worrying and thinking about work again?“Here you are,” Daphne’s familiar voice sounded behind me. I didn’t bother to turn around. I knew it was her. Daphne is the only close friend that I had in the Shadowfang Pack. Aside from her, no one would bother to come looking for me here. “What’s wrong?” Daphne asked as she stood beside me. “Thinking of Alpha Drystan again?”I scoffed when I heard her question. Every time that I’m alone or deep in my thoughts, she always suspects that it has something to do with Drystan. She is really so convinced that I have feelings for Drystan. “What are you