Giselle’s POVI couldn’t help but openly stare at Alpha Theron and his son and daughter, just like everybody else. Alpha Theron doesn’t look like what I expected him to be. I heard he has two grown-up children, so I was expecting a silver-haired man whose skin had sagged of old age. However, the person I saw is not a man grown old by age, but only a man who grew old with wisdom. His grey streaks of hair did not add to his age but instead added to his handsome features. I could see why Astrid could have fallen for him. Even at his age, he still had the looks that could attract young women to him. My jaw clenched when I realized that Alpha Theron didn’t look like I expected. It would have been better if this Alpha looked more like his age. With that, it would have been easy to make people think that Astrid was just dating him for his status and money.Also, if only I had known that the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack would look this young and handsome, I would have rather gone to the
Giselle’s POVThe grand hall fell into silence when the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a vision in crimson. A woman glided into the room, the scarlet silk of her gown cascading around her like molten fire. Every head turned in rapt attention, the guests utterly transfixed by her captivating presence. The woman whom I still haven’t recognized moved with a regal, almost otherworldly gaze, her every step fluid and purposeful. The guests in the hall stood up transfixed; they had already forgotten about the Alpha lineage of the Shadowfang Pack. Their attention is now focused on the woman who has just arrived. There was an undeniable aura of power that seemed to emanate from this woman, commanding the attention of all who laid eyes upon her as she carried herself with poise and confidence as if she had descended from the heavens above to grace us mortals surrounding her.Who is this person? How come I haven’t met her before? I, who had no interest in this ceremony whatsoev
Giselle’s POVBefore anyone could ask their questions, Alpha Theron had already made a move to answer them. “Honored guests,” he began, his deep baritone voice carrying a weight of authority. “I understand the confusion and speculation that has arisen regarding my relationship with Astrid. Allow me to set the records straight.”Alpha Theron paused, his eyes briefly meeting Astrid’s before he continued. “Many years ago, before I became the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack. I was engaged in an affair with a young omega.”Gasps filled the room when Alpha Theron gave his confession, and whispers started to grow among the guests. After all, a forbidden relationship between an Alpha and a lowly Omega is unheard of. It’s even more surprising, especially coming from the Alpha of the most developed Pack. “Astrid and I were able to establish her true lineage three years ago after a series of tests. To my great surprise and joy, I discovered that she was indeed my long-lost daughter. A collectiv
Andros’s POVThe crowd inside the grand hall gradually dispersed after the ceremony ended. The bustling energy of the ceremony now echoed with the receding footsteps of the departing guests. Amidst the slowly emptying space, only we stayed behind. As the hosts of the event, of course, we had to be the last to leave the place. I glanced at my father, who had a joyous smile on his face as he talked to his estranged daughter, Astrid. I clenched my jaw, and my eyes turned cold when my eyes landed on Astrid’s crimson-red gown. I had been bracing myself all morning, anticipating the inevitable complaint about Astrid’s dress. I thought my father would have been informed about it already. But as the hours ticked by, the expected summons never came, leaving me puzzled and unsettled. I was confident that Asha did something to Astrid’s dress to stop this ceremony. My sister is like an open book, very easy to read. I swear you could read her thoughts just by looking at her face. Seeing how
Astrid’s POVAlpha Theron gazed at me with a wistful look in his eyes, reflecting a tapestry of emotions within them after Andros had left, leaving only the both of us behind.I shifted on my feet, feeling uncomfortable under his nostalgic gaze. He is staring at me with memories playing in his eyes.And then, the corners of his lips curled slightly, like he had just woken up from a dream. “Oh, Astrid. You’ve grown up so much already. Your dress really looks good on you,” Alpha Theron muttered, confirming my thoughts.He is staring at me the way a father does when he looks at his grown-up daughter while reliving past memories. “I wish I was there to see you grow up. I wish I was really there with your mom,” he whispered with pain in his voice.A lump formed inside my throat when I heard his words. In the past, he had the option to fulfill those wishes he mentioned.However, in the end, he still chose to leave us. It doesn’t matter whether he regretted his decision or not.The day he
Astrid’s POV“Nova, you… you looked different,” I muttered as I failed to find the words to describe how much she had glowed up. “I’m sorry I was late. I didn’t arrive on time to witness the ceremony,” Nova spoke with her eyes squinted a bit as she felt bad for being late. I was so annoyed and so angry when I didn’t see her presence in the ceremony. I thought she wouldn’t come. She said in her letter that she would attend my ceremony and introduce her mate to me. I was heartbroken when I didn’t see her in the grand hall earlier. “I forgive you since you stayed true to your words and still came,” I answered in a forgiving tone. “By the way, where is your mate? Didn’t you say you’ve found him already? You said you’re going to introduce me to him.”Nova smiled shyly when she heard my questions. She looked behind her and gestured for the man who was with her. “Astrid, this is Michael,” Nova announced as she beckoned her mate towards me. As I turned to face the newcomer, words fled m
Nova’s POVI struggled as I quickened my footsteps, trying to match Astrid’s pace. She was dragging me closely by her arm, her large gown pressing to my side, hindering me from maintaining my balance. We haven’t even arrived yet, but she’s already bombarding me with questions, making it more difficult for me to keep up with her. “Well, Michael is not a werewolf,” I answered sarcastically in response to her last words. I held my breath when I nearly stumbled and almost made contact with my face to the ground. Luckily, I’m a werewolf, and I was able to stay rooted on the ground with my fast reflexes.My gaze snapped at Astrid, and I glared at her for pushing me, which almost led me to an accident. Astrid glared back at me without backing down. “This is your future, your own marriage that you are talking about. You should take my words seriously!” My face softened when I saw her face masked with seriousness. The sharp lines around her eyes conveyed a sense of urgency, showing just h
Andros’s POVI let out a heavy sigh as my gaze lingered on Asha from a distance. The wind danced around her, caressing her hair and blowing her dress like whispers of the past as she stood before our mother’s womb. I headed to her room before this, thinking that she would be there throwing a tantrum. When I found her room empty, I instantly knew where to look next, and I wasn’t mistaken. I knew deep down that she would be drawn to the quiet solace of our mother’s resting place, seeking comfort in the memories that lingered there. I softly approached Asha, stopping just inches behind her. My gaze fell on the fresh flowers adorning our mother’s tomb, their vibrant colors standing out against the cold stone. Asha glanced over her shoulder before turning her gaze back again to the ground, ignoring my presence. I watched her, framed by the gentle sway of the wind. “People are out there celebrating while you’re here choosing to mourn by yourself,” I muttered to steal her attention. As