George's POV Alpha Sirius stood across from me, his smug smile a nasty reminder of how sneaky he was. He seemed friendly, but I wasn't fooled. Wendy's warning kept playing in my head Something isn't right. I crossed my arms and stared at Sirius, feeling very aware. His pack's reps were in the crowd, trying to fit in, but I could tell they were nervous. Then I felt something new - a connection in my mind that felt like a door unlocking. My head jerked, and I was shocked for a moment, and then I heard her voice. George? It was Wendy. Her voice, soft and strained, was clear in my mind. I was surprised by how strong our mental connection was. It had been years since we last had one - years since we weren't together. Next to me, one of my soldiers soldiers, saw my reaction and tensed up, his hand going to his gun. I heard the worried whispers of the others, cautious talk spreading among them. For a moment, I saw their hands moving towards their guns, suspicious of Sirius, not me. “Bac
George's POVWendy.That name kept popping up in my mind, even when I tried to forget it. Now, as I walked through the busy halls of the Shadow Fang Pack's hospital, it wasn't just her name I couldn't stop thinking about, but her voice. The way she used our mental connection was disturbing. It didn't feel right. Not after everything we'd been through. That bond between us shouldn't be there anymore. And yet, it was.The door to the sick room creaked as I opened it. My eyes found her right away. Wendy sat on the edge of a plain white bed, her right arm still as a nurse put a cool cream on her hurt shoulder. She didn't move when the nurse touched her, even though the burn marks from the wolvesbane were deep in her skin. Her long hair was pulled back, her familiar green eyes far away, hiding the pain she felt.“Your Highness.” the healer said respectfully, stepping back as soon as she saw me standing there.“Is she okay?” I asked, still looking at Wendy.“She’ll get better, but the burn—
CHAPTER 105Brittany's POVIt was almost dark. I wrapped my hands around the glass of whiskey, the yellow drink shining in the light. The drink hurt my throat as I drank it down, but I liked the feeling. It was better to feel this than to think about him again. Him—and her.George.And Wendy.I frowned, my fingers gripped the glass tightly as my heart pounded in my ears. That weak and timid woman had won George's heart years ago, and even when she left, she still had a hold on him. Nothing I did could change that. Not even my best efforts or my charm and ambition.That woman always messed up my life even when she wasn't around.If Wendy hadn't interfered, George would be with me. I was so close to getting what I wanted, I could almost feel it. But Wendy managed to ruin everything for me. Then, after she was gone for a while, she came back six years later as a powerful and secretive business leader. She was more powerful, smarter, and seemed impossible to beat.I disliked her even more
Brittany's POVWhen Rosina's head went into the dark cellar, I didn't wait. My hands shook a bit as I grabbed the old door and closed it fast. The noise was loud in the room, but I made myself stay still. I reached under the shelf nearby and got a small mat, then quickly put it over the hidden door, so it looked like part of the floor. I was breathing fast and could hear the sound of footsteps coming near.The smell. The smell! The soldiers' keen senses would catch Rosina's scent in seconds if I didn't act fast. I opened the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a small bottle of strong perfume - not the light, flowery kind I normally wear, but the thick, heavy kind that can fill a room. I opened it and sprayed a lot, almost using up the whole bottle in the small area. The air got thick with the strong smell, and I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face.Focus, Brittany. Get it together.I put the perfume down, took a deep breath, and walked to the door just as a loud knock came through it
Wendy's POV“What do you mean, Captain?” George asked.He squirmed, his broad shoulders lifting a bit. “Your Highness, I'm sorry, but the report said there was a really strong cologne smell. It was so strong that it seemed like someone was trying to hide something.”My thoughts sped up. Cologne. Brittany. It all made sense suddenly, and I felt bad. “Rosina.” I said softly, the name tasting sour. “She's hiding Rosina.”George's jaw tensed, his eyes flashing with anger. “Brittany is helping her? That tricky...” He stopped, taking a deep breath. “Didn't you search the house carefully, Captain?”The Captain stood up straight, sounding a bit defensive. “Your Highness, I had my men search the house thoroughly, from top to bottom, twice. They didn’t find anyone else.”George laughed sharply, “Twice? And nothing? A woman doesn’t just disappear, Captain. Especially not someone as… noticeable as Rosina.” He walked away, pacing a bit.“Clearly, your men didn’t look hard enough. Keep searching. E
Rosina's POVMy lungs hurt as I walked through the thick bushes. The smell of pine and wet dirt filled my nose, very different from the nice smell of George's home. Every time a leaf moved or a stick broke, it made me very nervous.I know George. He won't let me get away that easily. He'll send his best trackers, the meanest wolves in his pack, and they won't give up.I had to keep moving.Time felt like forever as I walked through the tough land. My muscles hurt a lot, but I didn't listen to them. Each step I took was a win, a way of saying no to the Alpha King who thought he could boss me around.Then, I heard it. A quiet sound that was almost too soft to hear, carried by the wind. It was the signal. My heart jumped with a mix of relief and fear. Logan.I gave the planned reply, a slightly higher sound that went through the trees. I waited, watching closely, looking for any sign of movement in the dark.A person came out of the dark, standing out against the spotted moonlight shinin
Wendy's POV"I'll handle Brittany," George said, his jaw clenched. "You go home, Wendy. Get some rest."I nodded, giving a small smile. "Okay, be careful."He gave me that look, the one that made my stomach drop - a strong mix of worry and something else I couldn't describe. I turned and walked away, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through my chest.The ride home was a haze. I kept thinking about all the time I spent with George since I got back. How he looked at me, how he listened to me, how he stood up for me... It was all so different from the guy I used to know. Is it possible? Am I... falling for him again?I held the steering wheel tighter, trying to push away the bad thought. This was George, the guy who hurt me, even if someone had tricked him. I made a new life and became a new person after him. I won't just give it up.I drove into my garage, the door closing automatically behind me. The house was quiet, really quiet. I normally like the silence, but tonight, it made
Wendy's POVHe didn't waste time. "Wendy," he started, his voice low and serious. "The Shadow Fangs Pack has had a lot of problems lately.""Problems?" I repeated, acting like I didn't know. I knew exactly what he meant. The group was still dealing with George's quick, harsh grab for power and the trouble that followed."Yes, Wendy. More guards, tighter security, fights on our borders," he said, looking straight at her. "I think a lot of these problems are because we don't have a Luna."I crossed my arms, trying to figure out what he meant. "Yes?" I said, keeping my voice calm. Where was he going with this? Was he saying it was my fault the pack was in trouble?He sighed, a tired sound that said a lot about how old he was and how much he had to deal with. "A pack needs a Luna, Wendy. A leader, a symbol of being together and being strong. Someone to help and calm the problems.""And?" I asked, getting annoyed. "How does this affect me?""When a pack has a Luna, there's a better chance
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