Queen Rosina's POV"Where are you going?" I asked. "To blow off some steam," she replied, walking out. Only the moon goddess knows what she meant by 'blowing off some steam'I was about to say something when the door shut close. I rubbed my forehead, my mind going back to the conversation I had with George. I got infuriated just by the thought. I should have killed him along with the bitch called Wendy. He was so lucky to have escaped death. What insolence, addressing me by my name and forgetting my title. I clenched my fist in anger. I should have taken precautions years ago and maybe Gerald, my son would be on the seat instead of him. He should guard it while he still can because it won't be long now before my plan is set in motion. I open the files placed on my table, about to go through them when I'm interrupted by a knock. I frown, staring at the door. Max, my guard would never knock twice, he was free to come in. When the person knocked, I cleared my throat "Come in." I sai
George's POVFast forward to the day of the big reveal of Whitney Decodes. The past few days have been filled with Anticipation on who it was going to be. The Alphas won't stop talking about it during the last Alphas meeting. Surprisingly, Gerald and Queen Rosina were interested in her. It made me feel edgy and suspicious about them. I knew Queen Rosina was a fan from the beginning, but why Gerald? He hated her guts. I was nervous. It was happening today and I didn't know what to expect, no one knew. I was currently in my office, preparing and trying not to kill myself over Anxiety. I stood up walking around my office, bumping into a framed picture mistakenly. "Shit!" I muttered, picking it up. It was a picture of me and Wendy, the face had a crack in the middle, separating us. I felt a slight pain in my chest and I rubbed the spot. I still felt the bond between me and her. It was surprising that after 6 years, I could feel her emotions. It got me thinking, what if she was aliv
18George's POVI was about to stop the waitress but she already walked away. "What the fvck is wrong with you?" I asked. "You'll thank me later. " Edward said, winking at me.I glared, furious at him. I needed something strong to calm the anxiety brewing within me and he just had to order water for me. Who does that?I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. I should be angry at him, but in the long run, I guess I didn't have it in me. The waitress brought over the drinks and left. Edward chuckled as he moved the bottle of water to my side. I shook my head, taking a sip. I groaned as the chilling effect washed over me. I looked up to see Edward staring intently at me. "What?" I asked, taking another sip. "Isn't that better than any alcohol you could have taken?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. He was right, but I don't intend on telling him that. "I don't think so," I mumbled instead and he scoffed. "I know so."We chatted for a while, mainly catching up.
Chapter 19 Wendy's POVI was driven to the venue by my driver and my team followed behind. We parked a few meters away from the building and I decided to stretch my legs a bit. Believe me, being held up in the car for six hours straight was taking hold of me and I needed the walk to clear my head. I wouldn't want to be speaking the same language as my car when I was called up to say something. My assistant came with me and we stopped at a bar, where she decided to get water. "It's a bar, you sure they sell water? " I asked as we settled down. It's been a while, the city looked almost unfamiliar to me. I wouldn't know my way back to the palace if I wanted to.I shook my head, why was that the first location o thought of?"They should. It's a drink." She answered and I nodded, looking around.This was the city Hall, I remember frequenting here in the past, so why doesn't it feel familiar?"You keep looking around, Are you familiar with this place?" My assistant, Daven asked. "You
Chapter 20Wendy's POVI stopped to take a breather when I turned around the corner and waited another twenty minutes before getting out of my wet clothes and walking to City Hall. It was time to teach once more that Wendy Whitney Decodes was here.I stopped at the door of the Hall and looked down at my own shadow. In a dark posture, I stood up straight, wearing tight jeans and a crop top, and I damn near glowed. The room quieted, turning their gaze toward the door. I took a single step, then a double, and finally, a third step, finding myself inside. The sound of my heels echoed.The elders gasped upon seeing me, but the sound of a particular person gasping stood out. I smiled slyly, seeing them both blank with shock as well as astonished."It's all falling into place, baby," Whitney screamed in my direction, and I laughed as my eyes blinked one more time.Rosina seemed ready to have a heart attack. George's mouth was still wide open. Edward jabbed at him now and again to get him goi
Chapter 21Brittany’s POVThe ride to the inauguration ceremony was painfully silent. The low hum of the engine was the only sound that dared to fill the tense space between us. I glanced over at George, seated beside me, his eyes glued to his phone. His brows furrowed in concentration, his thumb scrolling steadily.I smiled softly, shifting closer to him. With deliberate ease, I brushed my fingers against his hand. Be subtle. Be patient. My voice came out light and playful. "There’s no reason we can’t act a little more like a couple in public, you know."No reaction.I held back a sigh, forcing myself to remain calm. Play the long game, Brittany. He’ll come around. He has to.As we approached the venue, I straightened my posture, every muscle in my body adjusting to project confidence and grace. I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, ensuring every fold hugged me perfectly. My movements were slow and deliberate, like a cat stretching before a hunt. This time, I crept closer to Georg
Chapter 22 Brittany's POV The visage that had tormented me for six years was before me. It had inhabited my nightmares and infiltrated my conscious thoughts, propelling me to the brink of sanity. My breath caught in my throat, prompting me to take a hesitant step backward. No, it cannot be her. It must not be her. This has to be an illusion, an absurd impersonation. It simply has to be. I felt a tremor run through me as I sat, beads of sweat streaming down my forehead. I wiped them away with my hands, my breathing becoming increasingly irregular. How could Wendy possibly be alive? She could not be the notorious Whitney Decodes. There is no conceivable way that is true. While I recall Wendy's fondness for technology, who would have imagined that she had either perished or vanished, only to emerge as the most sought-after hacker? I observed the Alphas in the room, and all reflected a singular expression of admiration as if she were an invaluable treasure. At this moment, i
Chapter 23Queen Rosina's POVI was seated at the round table designated to the Alphas. I scanned the hall trying to locate George and I frowned at his absence. I wanted to scold him for his cold act towards Brittany just outside the venue. What was that response about? If he didn't want to reply to the reporter's question, he could have at least held her arm and not totally ignore her like she was some puppet in this show. FYI, she is. Brittany was seated beside me, still sulking. "Where's George?" I asked as I leaned in. She glanced at me, remaining silent. I sighed, grabbing a hold of her arm under the table. "I'm sorry for his actions, that was uncalled for. " I muttered, playing the caring card. Ugh! How I hated to act nice to anyone, especially her. "How long, Ro-"I glared at her, daring her to not complete that statement. I was already being disrespected by George. I wasn't going to take it from a measly orphan like her. "How long, Queen Rosina? " She asked near tear
Chapter 164George's POV The hall was bright and all. I saw familiar faces, they were l smiling at me but all that really mattered at the moment was Wendy.Wendy. My Luna. My wife.The elders stood in front of her, their expressions a mixture of both respect and reverence. One of the elders Elder Marcus, cleared his throat. "Wendy Ashton, do you accept this position as Luna, to stand by Alpha George and lead the pack with wisdom and strength?"Her gaze shifted toward me for a brief second. That smile — soft, knowing — calmed something deep inside me."I accept," she said, her voice breaking but it remained a bit steady.A low ritualistic howl sounded across the pack as they welcomed their Luna, I walked closer to her, taking her hands in mine, they were so soft."You’re finally mine," I whispered to her.She smiled. "And you’re finally mine."I leaned down, brushing my lips slightly against hers. The hall erupted in cheers. But the celebration wasn’t just for Wendy’s coronation. The
Chapter 163The courtyard was dangerously silent. It was the day the evil shall be rewarded. Gerald, Brittany, Rosina and Edward. They knelt side by side, their hands tied to their backs as they looked like criminals. They all had spiteful looks, befitting each other. Criminals, aren't they? That's what they were and they're taking their punishment.George wasn’t there. He didn’t need to be. Neither did Wendy. They had already won. What will they gain in watching the disgraceful sight?.Elder Mikhail stood there in front of them. His white hair cascading gorgeously on his shoulders. His robe's rope dangled just above the floor. He looked at them with disgust, before he started his judgement.“Gerald. Edward.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife cut through bread. “You have been found guilty of conspiracy against the… Alpha and the pack. You plotted to destabilize our leadership, and in doing so, you endangered not only the pack’s unity but its very survival.
George's POV.After she had pecked me goodbye, I stood outside watching her sit back down on the couch, pulling the curtains as I told her to.I wanted to go, but my legs seemed to be stuck on the floor.I should leave.I hopped in my car, looking at the distant house in my front before I turned the car on.I already bid her goodnight, made sure she was safe.But why did I feel this tightness in my chest?I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling, shakily and…sharply. I could go back in. Stay the night. Make sure she’s safe. But I knew Wendy would call me paranoid. She’d tell me that it was over, that we could move on.Still, something not so comforting gnawed at me.Maybe I was imagining it — the feeling that someone was watching us, the unease burning in my gut. But the thought of leaving her alone tonight made my wolf shout inside uneasily.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing a message from Liam.“Everything’s secured. Gerald’s not getting out of this one.”I sighed.
Chapter 161Wendy’s POVThe room felt colder after Ryan left the room. His words echoed in my head, tightening my chest until it hurt badly."Because Edward always wins."George stood still, his fists clenched beside him, his face was pale, tight with a quiet, almost dangerous rage.My hand touched his arm. “George?”His jaw is tight. “I should’ve known.”“You couldn’t have.”He shook his head. “Ryan’s been in this from the start. He’s been feeding Edward information this whole time.” His lips curled darkly. “And we trusted him.”I swallowed hard. “What do you think is going to happen?”George’s gaze was immediately darkened. “I will find Gerald before he makes his next move.”The door swung open. A guard stood at attention, breathless. “Sir—”“What?” George’s voice was sharp.“They got him.”My breath caught. “Gerald?”The guard nodded. “We just received word. He was tracked to a private airstrip. Our team tracked him before he could leave the country. He’s back in custody.”Relief
Chapter 160George’s POVThe day started too perfect. It left a weird kind of feeling in the deep part of my stomach.Wendy was in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what she could make. “Do you want eggs or pancakes?” she called.“Both.”She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Greedy.”I stretched out on the soft couch, my arms behind my head. “You love it.”Her lips curved. “Yeah. I guess I do.”My phone buzzed on the table. I ignored it. But it buzzed again. And again.Wendy shot me a look. “You gonna get that?”“Nope.”But it wouldn’t stop. Sighing, I grabbed it. Unknown number. Weird. I almost let it go to voicemail, but something made me answer.“Yeah?”“George.” A voice I hadn’t heard in years. Cold. Amused. Twisted.Edward.My whole body tensed. “What do you want?”“Just checking in,” he said lightly. “It’s been too quiet, don’t you think?”My jaw clenched. “Stay the hell away from us.”He laughed. “Oh, George. You know that’s not how this works.”Click.The line went dead.My ha
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