Wendy's POVDaven was lying on the ground and the groan he let out showed he was alive. I felt guilty but it wasn’t really my fault that George chose that moment to show up—again.“Daven, sit up.” I said while gently nudging his arm. When he didn’t react, I pushed him up by the shoulders. He blinked at me with his dark eyes squinting as he tried to focus.“Miss Wendy?” He seemed confused and out of it and when he tried to move, he flinched. He raised a hand to the back of his head. “What just happened?”“You got attacked.” I said shortly while helping him sit up even though he insisted he was fine.“What?” His voice got a bit higher as he frowned. “When? I was just... sorting the files. Then suddenly... boom. Just—someone hit me from behind.” He rubbed his head, wincing with each touch.I crossed my arms, frowning at the thought of George standing there like he owned the place, bold enough to enter my space. “That someone was George.”“George?” Daven said the name as if I had just sai
Wendy's POVPeople gasped and whispers filled the air.“Wendy Ashton?” someone whispered from the rear.“Is that really her? Wolfless Wendy?” another voice whispered from my left.“I thought she was dead!” an older man said.I stood strong at the podium, straightening my shoulders as the whispers grew louder. The crowd that had come for a business talk was now fully focused on me. A reporter from an online news site jumped up from her chair.“Miss Ashton! Why show who you are now?”Another reporter rushed to get his microphone closer. “Are you trying to get back at them for what they did to you as an omega?”The questions hit me lmbut I stayed calm. I grabbed the small pile of papers I had put on the podium before the event started, collecting them as the noise around me grew louder. What was once a group of onlookers was now a wild crowd of reporters, fans, and critics, pushing toward me like an unstoppable wave.“Please, just one question at a time!” someone from my PR team yelled,
Wendy's P.O.VI held my handbag close as the reporters crowded around me, taking pictures and yelling questions I couldn’t answer all at once. The noise filled the air, making my heart race. I quickly looked at my car’s shiny roof parked a bit up the street, beyond the crowd. Almost there. Just a few more steps.“Miss Ashton, what is it like to be back after six years? Did you make Cerberus to find George? Are you trying to make amends?” yelled a reporter, shoving a microphone in my face as if it could pull out my secrets.I took a quick breath, trying to keep my face calm. I didn’t want my feelings to show. Their questions were overwhelming, but the noise in my head was even louder. Six years didn’t give me enough time to get ready for this. Not at all.I finally got away from the pushiest part of the crowd and saw my car. I let out a small sigh, but the relief didn’t last long. Leaning against my car like he was supposed to be there was Daven. He was smiling. Seeing him made me feel
George’s P.O.VMy hands shook as I closed the laptop hard, the picture of the masked man's blurry ID still stuck in my mind. I saved the image on my computer and zoomed in as much as I could, but it was still unreadable. There were bits of clear detail in the photo that could be found if someone knew how. Someone talented.I sighed when her name popped into my head—Wendy. It had to be her. She was really smart with technology. I knew she could figure this out fast. Whatever this was.But Wendy wouldn’t even glance at me now, much less help me. Not after all that. Not after the lies, the hurt, the loss…I sighed, resting my head in my hands. Six years had gone by, yet she was still the first person I thought of when I needed someone I could rely on. Maybe it was just a feeling, or maybe a part of me had never stopped trusting her.Rubbing my face with my hand, I leaned back in my chair, feeling the burden of the past and present on my chest. This wasn’t just a random clue it was a conn
Wendy's POVMagnus, the boy, stood there with big, hopeful eyes. “Miss Wendy, please, I really need to talk to you.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, nervously playing with the edge of his old shirt. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my mind spinning with many thoughts.“What’s so important that you interrupt my evening?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant. I looked at Edward, who was standing slightly behind the boy, his face hard to read. Did he know this kid?Magnus gulped and looked straight ahead. “It’s… it’s about what you said on TV. About… about making a change. About being brave.” He breathed in deeply, his little chest rising. “I was watching, and I’ve never seen anyone so… so genuine. You weren’t acting. You were upset and… and incredible.”I frowned, my first irritation turning into confusion. “Amazing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. This had to be a joke. I expected a wild fan, but this?“Yeah!” He moved a bit closer, his voice getting a bit louder wit
Wendy's POVThe shadows moved, forming solid shapes as they came out of the darkness. I could see six of them, each one tall and strong, their faces covered by black masks. I made myself stand tall, my back stiff and straight.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls of the narrow alley. They just stood still, their masked faces creepy in the dim light. A moment felt like forever, and then I noticed it—the shine of metal. One of them picked up a baseball bat, the shiny wood reflecting the light. Another pulled out a wrench, its heavy end shining darkly.My muscles tightened, every part of me telling me to run, but I wouldn’t give in. They wanted a response, wanted to see me back down. They wouldn’t see that. My claws came out, sharper than any blade, and I balled my hands into fists, prepared. “You should have stayed hidden.” I said, my voice quiet and threatening. “I’m not as easy to beat as you think.”They didn't answer. A deep growl came from one of the men, and tha
George's POVThe rain was pouring hard as I held Wendy’s weak body. Her face was pale, nearly see-through against the dark alley, with the rain sticking her dark hair to her cheek. I pulled her in tighter.The smell of her, mixed with the sharp scent of blood, hit me hard, fueling my anger to protect her. I shouted at my driver, “Go faster!” I didn’t wait for him to reply before pulling her closer, my fingers gently touching her jaw, hoping her eyes would open.Just a moment ago, I was putting on my pajamas. It felt strange I could feel her pain, a sharp ache that rushed through me as if it were mine. I acted on instinct and somehow knew exactly where to find her. I didn’t even think about how I got here all my focus was on her.The connection between us, this shared pain, was clear. It was a bond, stronger than family, stronger than time. My wolf, usually restless, was calm, a low growl of worry under my skin. This woman was mine. Meant to be mine, forever and always.The car suddenl
George's POVI opened the door. Edward's hand jerked away like it was burned, his fingers pulling back from Wendy's cheek like it was hot. He got up quickly, his face full of regret.“What are you doing?” I asked. I walked into the room, staring at Edward.He opened his mouth, trying to say something, probably a weak excuse. “George, I was just…”I wouldn't let him finish. “Just go.” I cut him off, my voice filled with anger. “Leave. Now.” I pointed to the door, my hand shaking with barely hidden rage. I couldn't stand seeing him near her, touching her. Every part of me wanted him gone.Edward paused for a moment, looking from me to Wendy, who lay still in bed. He seemed about to argue or explain himself, but then he must have noticed the anger in my eyes. He gulped and took one last look at Wendy before turning and leaving the room without saying anything.I watched him leave, my hands tightening into fists, until the door clicked shut behind him. I stared at the door for a moment, m
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
Chapter 148.Wendy's POV.He immediately caught me, and we found ourselves in an awkward position.His knees were bent to support mine and his arms wrapped around my shoulder - my back to be precise.Only that I can't afford to be precise at this moment. My chest kept threatening to erupt and I could feel his calculated breathings.Everything was not normal, and the casual air seemed to be replaced with tension - sexual tension.After what seemed like eternity, he detached his arms slowly and carefully, but as I was about steadying myself, his hands slip and I fell butts flat on the floor.“Fuck, are you okay?” he exclaimed immediately crouching down to my level.He touched my arm in a bid to apologize but I shook under his touch which made him retract immediately.“I'm sorry,” he said, standing up from the floor.He reached out his hand and I took it hesitantly. I dusted my clothes immediately and I was back on my feet.“It was a mistake, I know,” I said and he nodded, pinching his f
Chapter 147.George's POV.My words seem to have gotten to her. She turned back on heels and crashed right into the cushion next to my bed with a loud thud.It's not the exact kind of close I want but at least I get to catch the whiff of her berry cologne and I could hear her soft sighs.I turned to sleep in a way that I could see her every movement. Her head was thrown back, her hair spreading around the neck of the cushion. She was tired. I made her tired and I can't help but beat myself up for it.“I'm here now…and you're not sleeping,” she said coldly without looking at me and I immediately went wide eyed.I pretended like I shifted, “I'm sleeping,” I said in a fake snore.“Right? I guess you can stare at me while you're sleeping now,” she said, finally looking at me.For a moment I forgot the question, focusing on her brown eyeballs on me. She stared deeply like she was looking into my soul and my chest did a backflip.She blinked her eyes when she realized she was staring inte