George's POV“They have revealed their intentions, Edward,” George said, coolly angry; not something he had to fake; something barely held in check. The heavy boots he wore clicked a perilous rhythm against the polished stone floor as he paced the length of his office. “The Moonlight Pack has war on the brain. Fine. Let them have it."Beta Edward, a man as unmoving and steadfast as the mountains that surrounded their territory, shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Your Highness, if I may speak freely, is war really the best path forward right now? And we have just discovered Rosina’s plots and the pack is still repairing..."George paused his pacing, his stormy sea-colored eyes snapping to Edward. “Know your place, Edward,” he said with a dangerously low voice. "I am Alpha King. I make the decisions. You counsel, but you do not question my judgment. Criminals have hidden with the Moonlight Pack who have wronged MY pack, murdered MY people. When I ask for justice, they spit in my face. W
George's POVThe link, newly forged screamed with her agony."Your Highness!"I heard Edward’s voice tinged with instant worry. Hands, warm and familiar, were gripping my arms, trying to steady me. My vision swam."What is it, George? What's wrong?" Edward’s voice seemed nearer now, persistent.“Wendy,” I finally gasped, the word a hoarse whisper. “It’s Wendy. I feel… I feel her pain.”Edward’s eyes flashed with recognition, then flickered with worry. He knew what the link signified, knew what I felt for her. Without a word, he barked orders."Get the car ready! Now!"The pack warriors sprung into action. I pushed up to sitting, ignoring the residual throbs in my chest.“I have to get to her,” I said, my voice declaring some of its authority. "Now. Drive!"I waited for no confirmation. I nearly flung myself into the back of the waiting car. Edward squeezed in next to me, solemn-looking."Where to, Your Highness?" “Where to?” Marco, my driver, asked, steadying his hands on the wheel.“
Wendy's POV“Stay.” I blurted out the word hanging in the air like a poorly aimed arrow. Even I was surprised. George – His Highness George – stood frozen halfway out the ruined doorway. The command so unexpected seemed to have knocked him off balance.He turned slowly a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Stay? Here?”I swallowed the initial impulse wavering. “Just... until the door is fixed. It's almost dawn. I... I just don't want to be alone with a gaping hole in my security.” The excuse sounded lame even to my own ears. But the truth the underlying vulnerability that had driven me to speak was something I couldn't voice. Not yet. Maybe not ever.George hesitated glancing back at the warriors still milling about outside. “I have responsibilities Wendy.”“I know you do Your Highness.” I said using the formal title I hadn't uttered in years. It felt foreign distancing. “But surely your pack can survive a few more hours without you breathing down their necks. Think of it as
Rosina's POVVoices pierced the walls of my chamber. The Moonlight Pack's accommodations generously offered (or rather strategically coerced) were far from soundproof. Irritation gnawed at me. Couldn't they find somewhere else to conduct their pathetic lamentations?I pushed myself up from the surprisingly uncomfortable cot. My bones ached with the constant tension the gnawing fear that clung to me like a shroud. We were guests here fugitives really dependent on the whims of Alpha Kael and his pack. It was a precarious position one I wouldn't have found myself in if things had gone according to plan.Slipping on my boots I adjusted my shawl and yanked open the door. The hallway was a swirling vortex of agitated wolves their faces etched with worry and a simmering anger. I recognized a few faces – the delegation we'd sent to George their Alpha begging for Sirius's release.“What is the meaning of this commotion?” I demanded my voice sharper than intended. Heads turned and a hush fell o
George's POVAs I walked away from Wendy's porch, I felt a weird lightness in my chest, a feeling I hadn't had in years. Maybe... maybe she wasn't totally shutting me out. The pullI saw a glimmer of something in her eyes, which gave me hope. One day, I knew it, Wendy would give me another chance. And when that day came, I'd be ready. Ready to show I deserved her love, no matter what.The drive back home was a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about Wendy and our potential future together. I sped up, wanting to get back and handle the problems with my pack. Rosina, Sirius, and the danger of war seemed far away, less important than my strong wish to win Wendy back.Back at the pack house, I walked through the familiar halls, the quiet talk of guards and servants fading into the background. I reached my office and said, “Bring Brittany to me.”The order was followed right away. Within minutes, my office doors opened, and Brittany was brought in. Her face showed a lot of hidden anger.“Your
Wendy's POVI grabbed for my phone, my hands shaking with fear. George... he couldn't... I had to call someone, anyone. My thumb slipped on the screen as I tried to dial.Just then, the door, which had been fixed newly, BANGED open. I jumped, my heart racing up into my throat.Silas stood there, looking serious. Behind him, a group of soldiers with guns, their pistols shining with silver, filled the doorway. Edward was next to Silas, his eyes open wide.“What happened here?” Edward asked strongly, his voice full of worry. He looked around the room at the mess - the turned-over furniture, the blood spots, the bodies of the dead attackers.“I don't have time to explain!” I almost yelled, my voice shaking. “George! He needs help! He needs to go to the infirmary room. Now!”Silas looked where I was looking, at George lying still on the floor with blood spreading under him. He caught his breath. The soldiers saw their leader hurt and unconscious, and they reacted right away.“Get him up!”
George's POVI was running. The ground under my feet was bright green, and the air felt fresh and clean in my lungs. In the distance, I saw her. Wendy. Her dark hair streamed behind her like a raven's wing, and the sunlight made her skin shine, giving her a glow. I felt a wave of happiness, a strong desire to hold her again. I sped up, eager to reach her, to feel her warmth next to me.“Wendy!” I shouted, my voice rough with feeling, hoping she would turn and see me.She paused, tilting her head, like she heard me. I got excited and tried harder, my legs aching from the effort. This was it. I was going to catch up to her. We were going to be together.But then, the earth groaned.A sharp crack split the ground between us, growing wider very fast. The green field was replaced by a huge hole, a big gap that cut off our connection.“Wendy!” I yelled, but the chasm's silence took my voice. “No!”She jumped back, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She stretched out a hand toward me, he
Wendy's POV The first light of morning was just starting to turn the sky a dark purple when I woke up. George was still fast asleep, breathing steadily and peacefully. Seeing his face, calm and carefree, nearly broke my heart. Nearly. Last night... last night was a mistake. A wonderful, life-changing mistake. I got out of bed, feeling a little pain in my muscles. My skin still felt his touch all over. I picked up my clothes from the floor, being quiet so I wouldn't make a sound. I got dressed in the dim light, moving quietly on purpose. He couldn't wake up now. Not yet. I needed time to think, to understand, to calm down. Once I got dressed, I snuck to the door and slowly opened it. The hospital room was quiet, with just the quiet sound of the medical equipment and the occasional soft whisper. A young nurse, her face looking pale in the low light, sat behind the front desk. “Good morning.” I said softly, approaching the desk. She startled slightly. “Miss Wendy! Is everything alrig
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