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
I had just gotten back to the pack house and was trying to catch my breath when I got a message. There was a loud knock at my door, and before I could say anything, a guard stuck his head in.“Your Highness, Alpha Sirius and his group have just arrived at the gates.” the guard told me with a low bow. His voice was calm, but there was a hidden urgency in the way he spoke.I pushed back my chair, the leather creaking under me. For years, I'd kept a calm face as the Alpha King, but something about Sirius' visit made me feel excited and nervous inside. I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and walked towards the door.As I walked up the big steps of the pack house, I heard the loud engines of Sirius' cars. Black SUVs, a typical choice for a visiting leader, stopped on the driveway in front of the house.The dark windows sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and after a moment, the doors opened at the same time. Men in suits got out - Sirius' second-in-command, some bodyguards, and f
Wendy’s POVWhen George angrily left the restaurant, his boots making a loud noise on the ground, I didn’t go after him. I stayed in my seat, holding my wine glass tightly. The anger he felt was still in the air, but I didn’t let it affect me. His angry words kept playing in my mind, hurting me with each one.I shook my head to clear it and took a slow drink. George was acting like a kid - reckless and silly. Didn't he get how bad Queen Rosina and her son Gerald were? Did he think this was just about a small feud or a chance to become popular?“No, George.” I said quietly, putting the glass down. “This isn't about you or your pride. It's about staying safe. About what's fair.”The thought of tonight's dinner made me nervous. I had to be there. It wasn't just a rule to have a big meal for a visiting leader it was a chance to get information, to get closer to Leader Sirius, to find out where Rosina and Gerald were hiding. But George made it clear - I wasn't invited to dinner tonight. No
Wendy's POVAs soon as George answered my call, I could tell something was wrong on the other end. He was breathing slowly, carefully - not calm, but like he was about to blow up. I tried to sound cheerful and friendly, acting like I didn't notice how angry he was and how hard he was trying not to lose his temper.“Hello.” I said to him, trying to sound friendly even though he couldn't see me. “I was hoping to run into you.”His response was brief, almost rude. “Wendy.”No introductions. No small talk. Him using my first name said a lot - it was friendly and mean at the same time, showing how upset he was. I ignored the awkward feeling in the air and kept going.“I'm glad you picked up.” I said, acting like I didn't hear how strained his voice sounded. “I - I wanted to talk to you.”He laughed quietly on the other end, and though it was soft, the mocking in it was clear. “Talk?” he said again, his voice firm. “Isn't that what we're doing now?”I bit back my retort, suppressing the spa
Wendy's POVI came out of the restaurant, my heart racing, my teeth gritted so hard they might break. The sight of Wendy kissing Derek, kept playing in my head over and over. I was furious. I wasn't thinking straight - and I didn't care right then.“Your Highness, the car is ready.” my driver said, standing next to the shiny black car.I waved him away quickly without looking. “Leave it.” I said loudly. My voice sounded harsh, almost like a growl. I couldn't sit in the car, it felt too small. I needed to get out. I needed room. I needed air. Anything but this angry feeling that was getting worse inside me.My feet took me to the edge of the forest without me thinking much. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I walked deeper into the woods. By the time I was surrounded by trees, I was running and taking off my clothes. The change happened easily - almost too easily, like my wolf inside me was waiting for this moment to take over. My bones changed shape, my body transformed. Fur grew on m
Wendy's POVI still had the crumpled napkin in my hand when I felt bad about acting on instinct. My heart beat fast as Derek sat across from me, his blue eyes wide with confusion and, I think, curiosity. He hadn't stopped looking at me since I kissed him - a kiss that I knew was a big mistake and would cause trouble.Derek said, “Wendy...” His deep voice cut through my jumbled thoughts. He leaned forward, his eyebrows scrunched up in a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “What... what does that kiss mean?”I sighed and tossed the napkin on the table, rubbing my head. I was so tired of George and his jealousy. And I was tired of letting it get to me. “Prince Derek.” I said calmly. I had to be careful not to make him angry, but also not to bring up old feelings between me and my ex-husband.“Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. I...” I raised my hands in frustration. “Tonight has been more complicated than I thought it would be.”Derek blinked, his mouth opening like he wanted to dis
George's POVAs soon as I entered the restaurant, I knew I had made a mistake. The flash of the cameras still hurt my eyes, and Brittany's grip on my arm was too tight as she leaned in to say something pointless about choosing the place. But none of that mattered anymore.Because there she was. Wendy.My breath caught. Her laugh sounded out, gentle and sweet, like a memory that stuck with me. She was really smiling. And next to her was a man I didn't know, but he seemed like a big deal. He sat up straight, his suit was perfectly clean, and the smile on his face was a bit too confident as he leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear.I almost froze on the spot. Almost."George?" Brittany's voice woke me up from my trance. Her fake niceness annoyed me as she gave a big smile to the photographers behind us.Then Wendy looked at me. The smile on her face went away for a second, but that was all I needed to see. I knew she was just as surprised as I was. She didn't think I'd be here to
George's POVWendy’s hurt and disappointed face kept flashing in my mind. I kept replaying the date, feeling regret with every mistake. What could I have done better? How could I have reached her heart? These questions circled, with no answers, until the early light of morning started to come through the curtains.I finally fell asleep, but only for a little while. I woke up suddenly, grabbing my phone. The calendar showed Wendy's birthday. I felt a rush of panic and guilt. I had been so focused on feeling sorry for myself that I almost forgot. I threw off the covers, my heart pounding. I needed to fix this, or at least try. I hadn’t forgotten her birthday. I planned everything, and I needed to show her I still care and haven’t given up on us.I wrote a letter, sharing my regret and hope for her happiness. I called my helper and told him to send it with a bunch of her favorite red roses and a box of the fanciest chocolates I could find. I didn’t mind the cost all that mattered was Wen
Wendy's POVThe glass doors opened as I walked into the lobby of my office building. The quiet sound of the air and the gentle typing on computers filled the room like a nice background noise. But today, there was something more - a quiet excitement, a soft murmur of people talking. I didn't need to see them to know they were talking about it, about her. About Queen Rosina, the mean person finally shown for who she really was.I walked past the front desk, the quiet talking fading away, but I heard a few things - “bad person.” “mean plans.” “finally caught.” It seemed everyone knew about Rosina's dishonesty now, and it was ruining her reputation. I let a small smile show on my face. It was a good day, a very good day. I was finally getting my life back to normal.Arriving at my office door, I swiped my card, the lock opening with a nice click. My office was calm and quiet, which soothed me. I went to my desk, the shiny surface reflecting the morning sun, and sat down. I checked the la
George's POVI honked the horn on my car. I knew it was childish, but thinking about Wendy’s reaction made me smile like crazy. I’d spent the whole afternoon adjusting it to be just the right amount. Her door opened, and then she showed up.I couldn't breathe. She walked down the steps like she was floating, wearing a dress. I didn't even notice the color or the fabric, just how it flowed with her, how the light highlighted every curve. The dress was both elegant and incredibly sexy, and she wore it perfectly. It didn't matter what the dress looked like. It was her in the dress that mattered.I quickly turned off the car and jumped out, rushing to her side. I opened the door for her, my heart beating fast. "Wendy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "You look… absolutely beautiful."She hesitated before taking my hand, looking at me a bit longer than she had to. "George," she said, her voice polite but not too friendly. "Thanks for the ride." She got into the car. I could feel my