Brittany's POVI rushed into the tech room, determined to shut down the servers. Despite my limited knowledge of IT, I knew I had to try. I logged into the computers and searched for the security camera footage. After disabling the cameras, I made my way to the dungeon, tiptoeing stealthily to avoid waking the sleeping guards.As I entered the dark dungeon, the wails and laments from the prisoners startled me. Fortunately, the darkness concealed my identity. The stench of the place was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could survive in such conditions.I just had to find Rosina and get out of here as soon as possible. I approached her cell and began searching the guard situated outside for the keys.“Took you long enough.” Rosina said from inside the cell.“It wasn't an easy feat trying to rescue you,” I replied, as I dangled the keys in front of her.The dim light illuminated her tattered figure. “They really did a number on you.” I added
Wendy's POVI was on my way to the shopping mall to pick up some household supplies, when I suddenly heard a crash behind me. Startled, I quickly parked my car by the sidewalk and rushed out to have a look. I felt a searing burning sensation in my chest, something was wrong, very wrong.I quickly called an ambulance and as I went to the scene of the accident, every step I took felt like an eternity. People were already gathered around, and some volunteers were trying to pry the car door open.It was a hit and run and someone had already phoned the police. I felt my lungs constrict as I saw who was in the car. George. My breath caught in my throat and my pulse raced as my instincts got the best of me, and I ran to him.“No, no, no. No…” I muttered as I touched his face. I held him in my arms and prayed to the moon goddess once more to save him.I didn't realize that I was crying until I saw my tears drop on his bloodied face. His face was pale, almost like it was devoid of life.I lean
Wendy's POVI walked into the infirmary feeling more hopeful than I was yesterday, I'd received information from Beta Edward earlier, that he was moved from the hospital to the royal infirmary, so he could get better and more specialized treatment.According to what Edward had told me over the phone, George's vitals were stable but he wasn't awake yet. He was hurt badly in the accident but the airbag had saved him from death.I walked straight to the front desk at the intensive care unit, my brain automatically remembering the way there. The strong smell of disinfectant hurt my nose, a subtle reminder of the last time I was here. George had been hurt because of me twice, maybe the best solution was to just stay away from him. But I'd been doing just that, maybe I just need to try harder.The healer looked up at me, she was the same one I'd met the last time I was here.She looked at me puzzled, possibly trying to remember me. “Ms. Ashton, was it?” She said finally recognizing me.I no
George's POVI was officially allowed to leave the infirmary a day after Wendy's visit. I tried calling her phone and sending multiple text messages, but she didn't answer my calls nor reply to my messages and then she just blocked my number.I walked to my office only to find a distressed Edward waiting for me by the door.“What happened?” I immediately asked.He fumbled with his hands and avoided my gaze. “It's about Rosina. Your highness” He answered with a low, shaky voice.“What about Rosina?” I asked again, my patience running low.“She escaped.” He answered, studying my expression.My frown deepened. “Rosina what!” I exclaimed,finally understanding the situation. “ But the cell was heavily guarded, how did she…” my voice trailed off.“We believe she had help from someone inside the pack.” Edward said.My forehead creased in anger. “Has the traitor been identified?” I asked, my expression serious.“We're working on it, Your highness.” He replied, shifting his weight from one leg
Edward's POVI let out a deep sigh as I leaned back in my chair. My head was filled with scrambled thoughts, thoughts of her. I could vividly remember her face, the look of panic on her face when George was hospitalized. The sound of her cracking voice when she called me to tell me about George's accident. The look of relief on her troubled face when I told her George's vitals were stable.I remember everything, every inch of her face. If only she would look at me the same way she looks at George.Worry about me, the same way she worries about George. Love me the same way, she once loved him.Wendy Ashton was my first love. I had been, and I still am, secretly in love with her. I had done everything to get her to notice me, to love me back. I gave up everything to be closer to her.My father is the Alpha King of the Red Moon pack - one of the neighboring packs to the shadow fangs pack, making me the Alpha prince, but I gave it all up for her. The title, the power.I had disguised myse
George's POVWendy had avoided me like a plague ever since she left the hospital, she had blocked me on her phone, blacklisted me from the office, her fashion house, every single establishment she owned and she wasn't even at her house. She had probably either moved to a vacation house or was staying at an hotel.I had no choice but to plant a mole in her office. I needed information about her no matter how little it was, as long as I knew something about her recent life.I'd received a tip from the mole - a janitor at Wendy's office, that Edward was at Wendy's office, asking to talk to her. He said he would get back to me with more information about their conversation.What was Edward doing at Wendy's office? I don't remember asking him to go there. Edward never met with Wendy without my permission. What happened while I was out?Has there been a new development between the two?Was that why Wendy refused me? Because of Edward?Multiple questions raced throughy mind making me restles
Brittany POVI sat on my hotel room balcony, overlooking the skyline lost in thought.I knew I should have had him killed after carrying out the mission. A mission that he still failed to carry out properly. He tried to kill George, not Wendy. Now, Wendy is still alive and well, and George was injured.If George had died instead of Wendy, I would have put that man six feet under. I traced the rim of my glass of whiskey with my fingers. I gave the glass a light shake before bringing it to my lips. I swallowed the whiskey in one gulp, the liquid seeping down my throat smoothly, leaving a burning sensation in it's wake.Loose ends, there were a lot of them. They had somehow managed to tie Rosina's escape back to me, and even the accident. Luckily, I left before they could apprehend me.Nevertheless, Wendy was still alive, that was something that needed to change. I needed to construct another plan before it was too late, and this time I had to carry it out myself. After all, there was a
Wendy's POV“What?” I exclaimed dumbstruck. “Your wife? You have to be kidding me. I can't pretend to be your wife, matter of fact, I can't even live with you.” I added harshly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.“You asked for a way you could repay me,” he said. “That's the only thing I want.”“I already told you we're over.” I pointed back and forth between the two of us. “There's no way that it can happen.” I said firmly. “Ask for any other thing. Any other thing except that.”“I don't want any other thing,” he said, his voice unwavering. “You promised,” he added softly.My head spun as I thought of all the possibilities. I wasn't necessarily afraid of staying with George. I was afraid of what would happen. The temptations. The memories of our past still lingered, threatening to consume me, and there was the way he looked at me, with eyes that still held a spark of desire. All the walls I worked so hard to build might just crumble down. Was it worth the risk?“I can't, I just can't.”
George's POVI woke up to sunlight stabbing me right in the eyes. Annoying as hell. I groaned then turned my head, but I immediately felt it , her soft skin under my arm, warm breath on my chest.Wendy.She curled into me, her face was pressed against my chest. Her hair was a mess, it was all over the pillow and my shoulder. I could feel her breath, it was soft and even, against my skin. My arm tightened around her waist.I wasn’t dreaming, right?My eyes opened the more, adjusting to the light. No, I'm not dreaming. She was real. And she's here.Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes opened — those brown eyes that always made my chest feel tight. She blinked but sleepily.“Mornin’,” I said, my voice was rough.She made a small noise, her face scrunching up like she was annoyed I even spoke.“Too early,” she mumbled. “It's…too…early.”I grinned. “It’s almost noon, ma'am,” “When do you plan to wake?”“Too early,” she repeated again, her hand slid up my chest and it rested there, her
George's POVI walked out of Wendy’s apartment, my heart beating hard. Too hard. I could even hear the sound in my ears. For the first time since everything happened, I felt hope. Real hope.She didn’t say yes completely. But she didn’t say no too. That was enough for me.Her words kept coming back to me as I stepped into the night air. What if I really leave everything behind?I grinned, from ear to ear, shaking my head. I will wait. As long as there’s one small chance, I will wait.I entered my car and started driving. The road was quiet. Only the streetlights and the sound of the engine. My phone buzzed on the seat beside me. I reached for it, my eyes looking at the screen.It was my spy.I sighed and picked it up. "What?""There’s movement," the voice said. "Edward is restless. Something big is happening tonight."My jaw tightened. "Watch him. Let me know if anything changes."I ended the call and threw the phone down. Edward again. That bastard. He wasn’t going to ruin this. Not
Wendy's POV"I’ll be there."he had said.I wasn’t so sure. I wasn't sure of everything, yet all I want is stability, and I have only two options. I go on that trip that leads me to avoid George or I get back with him. But the hard part is, either of the options work well with me.But the second seems more bothering, now that I have his possession with me.I pressed a hand to my stomach. A life growing inside me. His life.My ringtone completely pulled me out of all my thoughts.I thought it was a call from George, but …It wasn’t.It was a call from an unknown number.I hesitated, then answered. "Hello?"Silence.A knock sounded at the door. It must be George, but can I take risks?.I stiffened. "Who is it?""It’s me," George’s voice came through.I hesitated, then stood and opened the door.I inhaled a soft breath, it was George."Can I come in?" he asked.I stepped aside, letting him pass. He walked inside the room, but his eyes were on me the whole time."You didn’t have to come ba
Wendy's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, the pregnancy test still sitting on the bathroom counter. Two pink lines. Positive. The result kept flashing in my mind, over and over again, until it felt like it was carved into my skull.Pregnant.My hand drifted toward my stomach. A life—George’s child—growing inside me. I should have been freaking out more, panicking, but instead, I felt… numb.No part of me regretted it. Not really. But the weight of what this meant… that was the part I wasn’t ready to face yet.How was I supposed to tell George? Or was I even going to tell him at all?My phone buzzed beside me. I glanced at the screen. A message from George.George: Are you okay? Wendy, answer me.I sighed and tossed the phone aside. He wasn’t going to let this go. I know how relentless George can be especially when he suspects that something might be happening.I rested my head back on the bed, nothing was running through my mind. I stared at the ceiling, trying to know what to think f
Wendy's POV "Why?"I was about to answer, but suddenly a strange wave of dizziness hit me. My head screamed."Wendy?" George stepped toward me. "Are you okay?"I forced a smile. "I'm fine."His eyes burned with concern. "You don't look fine.""I'm just…" The dizziness started again, and this time, it was followed by a twist in my stomach. I pressed a hand to my mouth as a wave of nausea climbed up my throat."Excuse me—" My voice broke as I turned away from him, practically running toward the bathroom in the conference room.I almost didn't make it to the sink when I was vomiting. My hands gripped the cold sink as my stomach was poured out , my body trembling.Behind me, I heard the door open. "Wendy?" George's voice was sharp with alarm. "What's …”"I'm fine," I said , choking, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Just… give me a second."He didn’t listen. In a second, he was beside me, his hand brushing the hair away from my face. "This isn’t fine, Wendy. What’s wrong?"I sh
Chapter 154.George's POV. She hung the call before I could say Jack.I picked my car key before I stormed out of my office, gaining attention from the staff, especially my secretary who was , at that time, in the office with me.The drive to the Peak Hotel felt longer because of the packed road. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I drove through the traffic, my mind running with different thoughts. Wendy already knew. Of course, she knew. Nico and the others , I should have known they wouldn't be able to keep up the act for long."Shit," I muttered under my breath as I pulled into the hotel's driveway. The valet approached, but I waved him off and parked the car myself. My heart was hammering as I stepped into the hard floor of the hotel, the soft hum of music didn't help with the situation, I just felt sick to my stomach.Conference room A2B. I knew exactly where it was.I spotted her the moment I pushed the door open. Wendy stood at the window, arms crossed, her b
Wendy's POV.I stood in front of Peak Hotel, taking my time to admire the luxurious building while the valet left to park my car.When he returned the keys to me, I exhaled sharply before I entered the hotel.Conference room A2B. I really hope I get it in the nick of time.Minutes later, which is still in my favor, I was standing behind the mahogany door, inhaling and exhaling.I hated to admit how nervous I was. And anyone in this situation will probably be more nervous than I am. The investors are not just investors, they are big in the industry.For them to have picked my business to invest in, I must not mess anything up. And God help me with that.I wondered why they're not public, but I knew they couldn't care less.Hesitantly, I got myself to knock.“Come in,” a timbre voice said. I opened the door. a short gasp fell out of my mouth.The first thing that took my breath was the floor-to-ceiling windows that were as clear as air.In the middle of the room sat a long ebony table g
Wendy's POV.I was going to leave. But I have to close an important deal, before I hand over my business to an expert.Yes, I was planning to leave it all and go, and that's how my meek revenge plan went.I will leave till I hear the news, that maybe one of them is out of the way – either in prison or…who knows.That's how weak I am, I'm not taking revenge, am running from revenge, hoping someone will take it for me.I was deep in my thoughts when someone interrupted me.“Berlin,” I called.I eyed the man in front of me. He was in a corporate wear of suit pants and ironed out shirt.“Any news?” I asked, knowing he wouldn't be here if there was no news.He nodded. I gestured for him to continue.“Apparently Alpha George had a blow match with Beta Edward,” he reported.Immediately my eyes squeezed shut as I took in the information.“Was anyone hurt?” I pushed further.“The angle it was taken from showed it vividly,” he said as he showed me the picture.I zoomed in on it and my heart s
Wendy's POV.My fingers traced the thick rim of the wine glass while I waited for him in the same grand restaurant I have always wanted to go.I knew he would want an explanation. Or maybe just something to let him know he's in his right senses.And he is, but I'm not.As my focus drifted , I let George linger in my mind – his touch, his warmth…everything.A sharp knock on the table pulled me from my thoughts.George appeared with a wide smile but I maintained a straight face. He looked dejected at that instance and of course, I beat myself up for it.“Why did you leave? – I thought you were ready to stay,” he finally said after a long, uncomfortable moment of silence.“It was just a fling and you know that,” I said almost immediately, like I had practiced my response. I bit my inner cheeks. I don't want to sound harsh to him.“Really? But I'm not ready to call anything a fling with you,” he said, his face dripping with determination.I sucked in. How am I going to make it clear to h