George's POVI rubbed my hand over my face, trying to get rid of the feeling their visit left. Rosina and Gerald, they were a big problem for me, always reminding me of the bad things in my own pack.“Edward!” I shouted, my voice echoing down the quiet hallway.My helper showed up right away, standing up straight and ready. “Your Highness?”“I'm going to see Sirius.” I said, turning towards the jail cells. “Get the guards ready.”Edward walked next to me. “Of course, Your Highness. Everything is ready.”We walked quietly, the only sound being our boots hitting the stone floor. As we got to the room we were supposed to go to, I saw something was wrong. Two guards were standing straight outside, but the door was a little bit open. I stopped, feeling a bad feeling in my stomach.“Why are Rhys and Sirius's son in the same room?” I asked, my voice low and angry.Edward hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Your Highness, I... I didn't know Prince Derek was with his father.”“Explain
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"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
Chapter 150.Wendy's POV. The golden light filtered into the bedroom, directly into my eyes.My eyes immediately squinted as they made contact with the streaks of sunlight. I turned over to the other side and I saw him, still sound asleep.The events of the previous day played in my head like a perfectly working CD, and a blush crept up my face.I was still naked, given that I was undressed after the warm but not near innocent bath.It was the best sex I have ever had, with George of course because we both wanted to savor the moment and take everything it has to offer. To be honest, i didn't rethink or regret my decision as at yesterday. But now that I'm awake and he's not, I feel I need a moment to know what's next.It's definitely a topic we would still discuss, and I don't think I'm ready to make our ‘fling’ more than that.All I want in my life for now is for my business to thrive. I know it's already among the top three, but still I want more.Whitney Decodes must be a worldwi
Chapter 149.Wendy's POV.He was taking too much time outside with Brittany.I didn't tell him it was Brittany because I was scared to see his reaction. What if he didn't look as angry as I wanted him to be?.When he opened the front door, I turned back from the staircase.I loathed to admit but yes, I was eavesdropping.And I heard everything. The point where Brittany called me a girl to the point he defended me, saying I'm the woman he loves.Still, I was feeling both emotions. Jealousy and happiness.Jealousy that Brittany was standing in his front and I know she won't keep her hands to herself.And happiness that he finally spelt it out to her how important he said I am to him.As he left his final words and turned to enter, I quickly ran into hiding.He sat on the couch, fuming.I gently walked towards him, “You're fuming,” I said behind him and he immediately looked back.Terror was written on his face and he walked to the back of the chair where I was.“You’re here,” he said an