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
George's POVThe chair was uncomfortable, and the small cushion did nothing to help my back pain. I kept staring at Wendy. The way her chest moved up and down was the only sign that she was still fighting for life. Hours turned into night, and each tick of the clock felt like a blow to my heart. Sleep was long gone, as my worry kept me stuck here, her bedside my chosen prison. I wouldn't leave her. Not now. Not ever.As dawn approached, tiredness finally broke through my determination. My head lowered, my eyes felt heavy, until a soft creak jolted me back from the edge of sleep. The door was opening, and I woke up quickly, fully aware.Elder Lucius stood there, his face showing clear worry. “Your Highness.” he said gently, “I'm really glad you're here. I wanted to share my heartfelt condolences for what happened to Wendy.”I didn't respond.“I understand this is a tough time.” Lucius said as he walked into the room, “but the pack needs you, Alpha King. Important issues need your focus
George's POVThis was done on purpose, carefully planned. It wasn’t some small-time criminal. I looked at Edward, my eyes sharp.Edward looked furious but tried to keep it hidden. “We could try –”“No.” I stopped him, my voice low and threatening. “No soft questions. We make him talk.” I stepped forward, balling my hand into a fist. “And I’ll do it.”Edward's eyes grew wide, and he looked worried. “Your Highness, are you sure? Maybe-““I’m sure.” I snapped, cutting him off. I’d waited too long, been too patient. I was done being nice. This guy knew things, dangerous things, and I’d get them out of him if I had to. I rolled up my sleeves, baring my forearms. “Get the tools.” I said.Edward stood still, his forehead creased. “Your Highness, think about this. What if you overstep?”“Too far?” I repeated, slowly turning to face him. “He almost killed her, Edward. Do you think there's a limit to that? He'll talk, one way or another.” I could see he was unsure, but he knew not to argue when
George's POVThe healer's eyes were wide with fear as I held him by his shirt. His face had turned pale, not a good look for someone in his job.“What is this?” I growled, my voice low and threatening as I grabbed the syringe from his shaking hand. The needle shimmered ominously in the dim light. I pulled him closer by his tunic, our faces nearly touching. “What were you about to inject her with?”He stuttered, his eyes jumping from the needle to my face. “I... I... it's just something to... to help her feel better before the surgery, Your Majesty. Just to ease her pain.” His voice was weak and scared.I glared at him, my eyes squinting. “Ease her? Why are you acting like you saw a ghost?” My voice was full of suspicion, anger simmering underneath. “You looked like you were about to pee your pants when I came in. Why? If it's just to ‘ease her,’ then why did you look like you were about to poison her?”He flinched. “I... I was just...” He licked his dry lips and looked around the room
Wendy's POVMy eyelids were so heavy as I tried to open them. The world slowly came into view, first fuzzy, then clearer, showing the walls of a room I sort of knew. I was in the infirmary.I got up slowly. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I held the bed edge so tight my knuckles turned white. Once the room stopped spinning, I looked around. George was sitting in a chair by the bed, looking worried. Edward stood by the wall, his face hard to read. But it was the body on the floor that made me gasp — the healer’s lifeless form with a dark stain spreading near his head.Confusion and fear mixed inside me. What was happening? I blinked, trying to remember the ambush, the fight...then nothing. Just blank. “What...what’s going on?” I croaked, my voice rough.George jumped up, his hands reaching out to me but not touching. “Wendy, thank goodness you’re awake. You were hurt.” His voice was full of relief.I stepped back, away from his hand, and looked at him doubtfully. “Hurt? What do you mea
Wendy's POVIt was hard to concentrate on the screen. The scary things that happened in the last few hours, almost dying, George's weird behavior, and seeing the body on the cold floor when I woke up—all of it was heavy on my mind. My head hurt with a constant, dull pain.I really wanted to sleep and escape it all, but I couldn't afford to rest. Not yet. Not until I dealt with Rosina. Brittany, the snake, could wait, but Rosina, who caused all my pain, had to be stopped first.My fingers moved quickly on the keypad. I got into the healer’s phone, getting past its easy security. The call log didn’t show much, mostly normal calls. But there it was—a single call from an unknown number, made yesterday at the time of my 'surgery.'My eyes narrowed, and I felt a surge of energy despite being tired. I copied the call log to my computer and started a tracing program I made myself, called Cerberus.It was ironic that the same security system I created for everyone to use was what Rosina used t
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