Wendy's POVThe door slammed shut behind me, making a loud noise in the room. It wasn’t a dungeon cell, thank goodness, but a holding room – which was better, I guess. George, despite his issues, wasn’t putting me in the worst place. Or maybe he just wanted to seem fair. Whatever the case, I found myself walking back and forth in the small space.It had to be her, Queen Rosina. How dare she. Making up an attack and somehow blaming me. The woman is ruthless. She probably thinks she's finally got a chance to get rid of me for good. A laugh came out of me, but it wasn't funny. She has no idea who I am now. I'm not the weak person she used to know.I could easily open this room's simple lock. A basic hairpin would work, and if not, I know enough about electronics to unlock any door. This could all be done quickly... but waiting to see George's reaction is more fun.I want to see how he handles this. He's now in charge, or so it seems. Is he really in control or just doing what others tell
Wendy's POVMy laugh bounced off the walls, sounding mean and teasing. “Really, George? You'd actually show me off to the Council for this?” I pointed to the plain room, the simple bed, and the one locked door.“Anybody can see I've been set up! Did you really think this silly show was my own doing?” I crossed my arms, staring at him without looking away. He looked hurt, with anger building up in his usually calm eyes, but I wouldn't back down. Not now. Not ever again.He ran his fingers through his hair, a move I knew very well. “Whitney.” he started, his voice heavy with a need for understanding, “I can’t just let you go. You know I can’t. The Council is already pressuring me to find a mate or step down. If I release you, they’ll call me a weak Alpha, one who lets feelings mess up his decisions.”His words hurt, each one a painful reminder of my past. I had been the reason he was called a weak Alpha. I had been the reason he was seen as too emotional. “You need to understand, this i
WENDY'S POV The hallway felt longer than usual as I made my way to the guest wing of packhouse. My mother in law, Queen Rosina has handed a package to me to deliver to someone at the guest wing. She instructed that I make sure to deliver it by myself as it is an important package. Although it feels odd that she has entrusted such an important package into my care other than Brittany, my stepsister, who is clearly her favorite, my heart leaped with joy. "Take this to one of my guests at Room 303," she had said. "This could be the beginning of her affection and recognition that I have long hoped for," I had muttered under my breath as I took the package. As I approached the guest wing, my eyes darted around for room number 303. Finding it, I hold in my breath before I raised my hand and knocked gently on the door. The sound of the knock reverberated through the hallway but there was no answer. I knocked again, this time, loud enough that it irritated my senses. "Come in," a dee
WENDY'S POVAs the door shut behind me, I immediately turned to Queen Rosina, tears streaming out of my eyes.“You have to go after him! You have to tell him the truth! Tell him what really happened, please! I beg you!”She only smirked. “Come off it, girl. You're not fooling anybody with your drama and antics. Everyone knows who you are now. You can't hide anymore.”Desperate, I turned to Brittany. “Brittany, don't do this, please. You were there—”“Nope,” my step-sister said, shaking her head. “Keep me out of your dramas, Wendy.”“My drama?! Brittany, please. You have to tell the truth! Why are you doing this? Why?! What have I ever done to you?!”“Done to me? Oh, please, shut up! Don't try and pretend as if you're a saint. Your time is up here.”I clutched at the end of her skirt. “Brittany, stop this madness!”“I have no idea what you're talking about! Let go of me!”With that, she jerked herself free and left the room with the queen.Rick sneered at me. “Aren't you a pathetic sig
WENDY’S POVHe stopped mid-sentence and the silence in the room seemed to swallow us both.“What did you just say?” He asked.I repeated the words, this time, a little bit firmer. “I'm pregnant with your child.”The silence stretched on for a minute more, before,“Lies!” erupted the Queen. “Don't believe her, George! This is another one of her lies to sway things in her favor! Don't listen to her! She's not pregnant!”“It's true, Alpha George,” said my devil of a half-sister. “She isn't pregnant. She's just trying to sway you. Please don't believe her.”“And even if you were pregnant,” added the queen. “We all know it couldn't possibly be for George, you whore.”Her words swung deep, but I gave my husband instead, gazing into his eyes for a glimpse of the man I once knew.I whispered again, gently and with tears this time, “I'm carrying your child, George. I'm pregnant. For you.”For a minute, it seemed it was just George and I in the room, until Queen Rosina broke the silence. “Don
WENDY POV“No...” I whispered, my throat tight, my voice shaking. “No... this can’t be happening,” I shook my head. “This can't be happening. You can't say that,” I said, my voice a calm desperation. “You need to give me my baby. Now!”The nurse shook her head still. “I'm sorry, ma'am.”No. She was lying. I had felt the kicks, the life inside me. How could it just be gone?“No! I don't believe you! Give me my baby!”I tried to sit up, but something pulled me back— the IV drip. I grab at it, yanking, trying to free myself. “Let me go! I need to see my baby!” The words come out in a scream, my hands fumbling desperately. I have to get out of here. I have to hold my baby. They’re wrong. They’re all wrong.“Please calm down,” the nurse rushes towards me, pressing an unseen button that sends other nurses rushing in. Together, they held me down.“Look at me! Look at me! You need to calm down!”“I can’t calm down! I need my baby!” I dissolved into a puddle of tears. “I just want my baby.
WENDY'S POV“Umm,” the lawyer began before pausing to clear his throat. He then continued, “Ma'am, I suggest you just sign these papers and let's get this over with. It won't take you more than a minute.”My voice was firm and strong, so unwilling and unyielding that it felt like someone else was speaking through me. “And I said I do not want to sign these papers. Go back to your Alpha and tell him that. If he has any other thing to say or do, let him come to me directly. Until then, don't approach me again.”He tried one more time. “Please, try to see reason here. Just sign it.”I didn't back down, didn't flinch as I said, “Leave. Now.”The lawyer sighed and gathered the papers together back into his briefcase. “I see you still need sometime to yourself after the traumatic event that has happened. It's understandable. You're not fully in your right state of mind. I'll come back another time.”Bastard, I seethed angrily, I would kill him the next time he sets his foot in this room.As
BRITTANY'S POVI popped the champagne cork, and Queen Rosina let out a delighted squeal. We were alone in the palace, freely sharing our joy and happiness with what had happened.We had achieved what we set out to do – get rid of Wendy.“To us,” Queen Rosina said, raising her glass. “To our perfect plan,”I clinked my glass against hers, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid. It was sweet, just like our victory.“Finally,” I murmured. Queen Rosina’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “That Wendy bitch is out of the way, as she should’ve been from the start.” Wendy. The name alone was enough to send a ripple of resentment through me. For years, I had stood by, forced to watch her take everything that should have been mine. And for what? Because George had some stupid attachment to his childhood sweetheart? It was pathetic. “She never belonged here,” I said, my voice sharp and bitter. “The pack didn’t want her, the council didn’t respect her, and George…” I paused, swallowing the b
Wendy's POVMy laugh bounced off the walls, sounding mean and teasing. “Really, George? You'd actually show me off to the Council for this?” I pointed to the plain room, the simple bed, and the one locked door.“Anybody can see I've been set up! Did you really think this silly show was my own doing?” I crossed my arms, staring at him without looking away. He looked hurt, with anger building up in his usually calm eyes, but I wouldn't back down. Not now. Not ever again.He ran his fingers through his hair, a move I knew very well. “Whitney.” he started, his voice heavy with a need for understanding, “I can’t just let you go. You know I can’t. The Council is already pressuring me to find a mate or step down. If I release you, they’ll call me a weak Alpha, one who lets feelings mess up his decisions.”His words hurt, each one a painful reminder of my past. I had been the reason he was called a weak Alpha. I had been the reason he was seen as too emotional. “You need to understand, this i
Wendy's POVThe door slammed shut behind me, making a loud noise in the room. It wasn’t a dungeon cell, thank goodness, but a holding room – which was better, I guess. George, despite his issues, wasn’t putting me in the worst place. Or maybe he just wanted to seem fair. Whatever the case, I found myself walking back and forth in the small space.It had to be her, Queen Rosina. How dare she. Making up an attack and somehow blaming me. The woman is ruthless. She probably thinks she's finally got a chance to get rid of me for good. A laugh came out of me, but it wasn't funny. She has no idea who I am now. I'm not the weak person she used to know.I could easily open this room's simple lock. A basic hairpin would work, and if not, I know enough about electronics to unlock any door. This could all be done quickly... but waiting to see George's reaction is more fun.I want to see how he handles this. He's now in charge, or so it seems. Is he really in control or just doing what others tell
My heart hurt. I needed to find out if the woman was honest about Whitney. Was she set up? Was this all a big trick? I had worked hard to believe my pack made the right choice, but now, all my worries were coming back like a monster from the dark. I felt like the worst leader ever. I had detained the woman I loved. What had I done?“Is something bothering you, Your Majesty?” Duncan asked with his voice interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to reality.I concentrated on him, trying to think straight. “The woman I spoke to at the party, the one who talked about the attacks.” I said, my voice tense, “She’s missing. The guards said she never left the room, but she's gone.”Duncan frowned. “That's really strange, Your Majesty. And worrisome.”“It's not just worrying, Duncan.” I said, my hand tightening into a fist. “It's…really suspicious.”He didn't reply, just focused on the road again, but I could see he was tense. He wanted to say something but kept quiet. I knew he was worried
I rushed back into the main hall. The witness, the woman who mentioned the attack, was missing. Disappeared. “Where is she?” I shouted. The two guards who had been watching the door, their expressions as blank as the stone statues outside, quickly stood up straight.“Your Majesty.” said one of them. “We haven't let anyone go through. No one has left this room, we promise you.”“Are you saying she just grew wings and flew out the window?” I said angrily. “She was right here. I talked to her just five minutes ago. Where did she go?”The older guard shifted his weight awkwardly. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, we have been standing outside this room for the last hour. No one has come in or gone out. It just can't be true.”My hands tightened as anger bubbled up inside me. “She was here! She warned me about an attack. You're saying a woman just vanished when two trained guards were right outside? Are you joking with me?”The gaurd winced at how I spoke, but he stood his ground. “Not
George's POVMy men moved, and as they approached her. I felt a strong urge to stop them, to protect her. But I couldn’t. I was the Alpha King, and I had to do my duty, even if it hurt me inside. Whitney crouched a little, her hands clenched into fists. Her eyes, usually bright and warm, were now like cold, hard stones, showing danger.She looked ready to fight, to overcome anything in her way. This wasn’t the Wendy I knew... She seemed like a wild animal, trapped and ready to attack.The crowd, which had just been laughing and talking, quickly formed a wide circle around her with their faces showing fear and dark curiosity. They understood what a trapped wolf could do.“Whitney,“ I said softly, but my words broke the quiet. I moved closer, stretching out my hand. Not to hold her back, but to ask her.“Please. Don’t do this.“ I wasn’t telling her what to do like a ruler. This was a request from a man begging the only woman he had ever loved.I got to her and softly held her hand, my f
Wendy's POVThe woman’s voice broke through the nice chatter at the party. “You!” she yelled, her finger, twisted and dirty, aimed right at me. “You bad snake! It’s you!”I gasped. How bold this woman was! Her clothes were torn and dirty, and her hair was a mess. She looked so different from the fancy ballroom. This woman was like a monster, causing trouble, and she was targeting me with her anger.“Stay calm, Whitney, stay calm.” I told my wolf, a deep growl coming from inside me. Whitney was tense, ready to jump and attack this woman. I pushed back her anger and made myself feel icy calm. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice steady and surprisingly gentle.George stepped forward, his face filled with anger. “Who is this woman? How did she get in here?” His voice was quiet but full of rage. “Guards!” he shouted loudly in the hall. “What is going on here?”Two guards, looking very embarrassed, rushed over. They bowed deeply to George. “Your Majesty, we don’t know how she got in. We are ve
George's POVI walked through the crowd at the royal ball, forcing a smile. Every polite nod and small talk felt like a burden. I kept looking at the grand entrance. I searched the faces, hoping to see her. Still nothing. The waiting was tense. Where was she? Would she even show up?Whitney. My Wendy. Even after all this time, just thinking of her made me feel a deep ache inside. I wanted her here tonight more than I wanted to breathe. The emptiness inside me wouldn’t go away until I saw her. I held back the urge to find her and ask her to come, and instead tried to seem like I was having fun at the party. I wanted her to come to me, to want to be with me.I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned, my smile fading. It was Beta Edward. My jaw clenched. He was one of the last people I wanted to see. I had sent him on an important mission – to deliver a message to the Alphas of the North, a task that should have kept him busy for several weeks or more. Why was he back
Wendy's POVI called out loudly, “Daven, stop!”He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, about to go. He turned with his forehead wrinkled a bit. “What is it, Wendy?”I turned my head to the window, staring at the black car parked on the street. It was just sitting there, strange and scary, like a hunter waiting for its target. I didn't like it at all.Daven looked where I was staring with his eyes squinting at the car. For a moment, we both just stood there with our thoughts racing. Then, the engine roared to life. Before we could do anything, the black car took off quickly, kicking up dust and leaving a strange quiet behind.“Ugh Dame it!” Daven shouted while running out the door. He was quick but the car was already too far away.I went outside with him,. We stood on the porch, watching the red lights fade away until they disappeared into the growing dark.Daven faced me, looking upset and worried. “What was that, Wendy? Could it be...the Alpha King?”I shook my head. “No, George
Brittany's POVThe front door slammed into the frame hard enough to shake the windows. I didn’t mind. Let the house tremble. Let the walls fall apart. I was so frustrated, like a pot ready to boil over. I turned around, my anger still buzzing inside me, and there she was – the maid, smiling like a bright morning, looking so happy in her job.“Welcome back, Miss Brittany.” she said cheerfully, her smile big and overly sweet.I scowled at her. Her happy face only made my anger worse. “Do something useful!” I shouted, my voice cutting like glass. “Just go! Do anything but stand there smiling like an idiot!”Her eyes grew big, and her smile faded. She didn't need to say anything else. She almost disappeared, her quiet footsteps hurrying down the hall, leaving me boiling in the loud, empty silence of my anger.Then, as she always did, my wolf, Sapphire spoke clearly in my head. “Brittany, what’s wrong? Don't tell me you're throwing tantrums because of George again.” she said softly, her vo