31George's POV"She cheated, we all saw it!"Edward scoffed "it's been what? 6 years? And you still believe that.""If you know something say it, dammmit, and stop speaking in parables!" I snapped. It's clear he knows something, isn't it time he fessed up?"I don't know anything more than you do." He replies instead, getting me more furious. What's his deal? Why am I the only person left in the dark? First, it was Vincent, Now it's my Beta. Why do they know more about my relationship than I do?"Stop the car," I ordered. "What why?" He asked, staring at me. "Stop the car, Edward. Don't make me repeat myself." I said. "Fine!" He groaned, parking the car at the roadside and I got off. "Where are you going?" He asked. "None of your business, Edward. Go home." I said walking down the road. I had no idea where I was going, but I needed time alone. "Alpha king, it's getting late. Get in the car let me drive you home." Edward said. I looked over my shoulder and I could see him follo
Wendy's POV The look Edward sent my way had got me reeling and questioning everything. I didn't plan for today to go this way. I didn't plan to be confronted by George at least not today. I stepped out of the building, migraine hitting me hard. I haven't slept in a while now and it was beginning to take a toll on my health. "You look sad, shake it off, girl," Whitney said in a sing-song tone, prompting a chuckle from me. "I guess I wasn't expecting that confrontation, at least not today," I muttered, rubbing my forehead to ease the pain I was feeling. "For one, I'm glad it happened this way today and if you ask me, I expected it." She said, chuckling. I scoffed, there was no way she was telling the truth, if she expected it, I wouldn't feel this weighed down by it. "He hasn't learned his lesson and I don't think he ever will," I muttered. "Believe me, he will. But it might be too late." She stated and I pursed my lip. She was telling the truth. When George decides to op
George's POV "There are two sides to every story, George. Listening to the perspectives of those you consider weaker may prove to be the right course of action," he stated, prompting me to pause. What did he mean by that?"I don't understand," I muttered quietly and he shook his head. "You never do, George." He replies, emptying his glass content down his throat. I waited for him to continue, I needed him to explain what he meant, but he didn't. "No! You don't get to do this to me, Edward. You don't get to speak in any more parables and not explain." I said. He scoffed in response. "Do you always need things to be explained to you George? Why can't you take a hint and solve things on your own?" He asked, placing his cup down with a clatter. "I'll be in the car. Don't stay long, you're already wasted as it is." He spat, turning to leave. I wasn't drunk, I was far from drunk. My act was just a pretense. The bartender came around with another round and I shook my head. I needed m
Ch 34George's POV"Fuck!" I cuss, my eyes turning a shade of red. She was freaking innocent and I just put her through that. She lost her child. My child. Our child. How was I blinded by Rosina that I didn't see the signs? I believed Rosina over someone who stayed with me through thick and thin. Wendy was there with me ever before I became king of Alphas. Standing up from the bed, I got my unsteady legs to carry me to where I kept my bottle of scotch. Edward was wrong when he said drinking helped no one, well, look what's helping me think. Wendy never felt comfortable with Rosina and any chance she got, she let me know. I waved it off, after all, not all daughters-in-law got along with their mother-in-law. Stepmother-in-law, if there was anything like that term. I walked around my room, stopping in front of the mirror. I stared at my reflection and I hated the figure that stared back. I just realized I hurt the one person I once swore to never harm. "No!" I whispered into th
35Queen Rosina's POVI stormed out of the hall raging in anger. What the hell just happened in there? I, Queen Rosina was pressed on the table and forced to apologize to that bitch called Wendy. How she's not six feet down the earth is shocking. I watched the car bust into flames with her in it, so how come she's here showing her ugly face? I walked to my car still fuming. "Are you okay?" Max asked and I ignored him. I don't want to say a thing, because once I do I won't be able to stop myself from ripping that bitch in pieces. I'm already concocting ways to end her when my phone vibrates in my bag. I bring it out to see a text from Gerald. I scoffed at it, who in their right senses sends this? What does he mean by he has no idea what his next action will be? He's a man who should take up responsibility sometimes. I have no idea where Brittany would have gone and I pray she does nothing stupid because if she screws up a pattern of my plan, I would end her the same way I want t
Ch 36Queen Rosina's POVI heard a chuckle and then a maniac laugh. I lifted my head to see Brittany laughing to her fill, water creeping from her eyes. "She was always a sneaky bastard." She said. I frowned while she kept laughing, clutching onto her stomach. "Your plans have started failing, Queen Rosina and if you're not careful you'll go down." She stated, getting on her feet, trying to leave when Gerald held her back."You go nowhere, we are in this together." He snarled, slamming her to the wall. "Whitney did this, we have to get back at her." He said and Brittany chuckled."Was that a chuckle?" Gerald asked, advancing close to her. "By all means, please what's the plan?" She asked, holding back a laugh. "I have to clear my name. Say it was a misunderstanding. I would use Armstrong Corps resources for that." I muttered."Great, then what else? How do we deal with my whore of a sister?" Brittany asked and I glared at her. "Did you just use the term 'we'?" I asked and she m
Ch 37 Queen Rosina's Pov Okay, I'm finished. Throughout the night, I toss in my bed, unable to sleep. I woke up the next day with a piercing headache. "You okay?" Max asked, making his way out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. I groaned, massaging my forehead. "Headache," I answered. "That's what happens when you don't sleep at night. What's bothering you?" He asked, coming to where I was. "A lot. I received countless threats last night and I have no idea who sent it." I said. "Threats about?" He asked, placing his forefinger on my head and massaging it. I moaned at the slight relief it gave and craved for more. Whipping out my phone from where I kept it, I showed him the text. His demeanor changed immediately. "Who else knows about us?" I asked. "No one, just us. We've been so secretive I don't think anyone would be able to make a pattern." He answered, dialing the number. 'The number you dialed does not exist' The exact same thing it s
Chapter 38 Queen Rosina's POV "Armstrong Corps," I muttered to Brittany, using my piece of cloth to wipe my body. I got shoved a few times, thereby coming in contact with those peasants. Brittany chuckled and I looked at her. "What's funny?" I snarled in disgust. Everyone around me felt icky and disgusting. "I saved your ass, the least you could do is be nice." She said, focusing her gaze on the road. "Four slaps and your brain still hasn't reset," I mumbled, still wiping my hands clean. I smelt of Poverty and I hated it. I was going to sue them for what happened today, I just need to clear my name. "Karma is coming for you, my lady. Watch your back. " She replied instead. My frown deepened and I wondered if I had wrinkles all over. I've been doing a lot of frowning this day. "Guess what, Brit?" I said. She stared at me through the rearview mirror and I continued "When it comes to me, you won't be left out. Watch your front." I fired back. She glared at me throu
My heart hurt. I needed to find out if the woman was honest about Whitney. Was she set up? Was this all a big trick? I had worked hard to believe my pack made the right choice, but now, all my worries were coming back like a monster from the dark. I felt like the worst leader ever. I had detained the woman I loved. What had I done?“Is something bothering you, Your Majesty?” Duncan asked with his voice interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to reality.I concentrated on him, trying to think straight. “The woman I spoke to at the party, the one who talked about the attacks.” I said, my voice tense, “She’s missing. The guards said she never left the room, but she's gone.”Duncan frowned. “That's really strange, Your Majesty. And worrisome.”“It's not just worrying, Duncan.” I said, my hand tightening into a fist. “It's…really suspicious.”He didn't reply, just focused on the road again, but I could see he was tense. He wanted to say something but kept quiet. I knew he was worried
I rushed back into the main hall. The witness, the woman who mentioned the attack, was missing. Disappeared. “Where is she?” I shouted. The two guards who had been watching the door, their expressions as blank as the stone statues outside, quickly stood up straight.“Your Majesty.” said one of them. “We haven't let anyone go through. No one has left this room, we promise you.”“Are you saying she just grew wings and flew out the window?” I said angrily. “She was right here. I talked to her just five minutes ago. Where did she go?”The older guard shifted his weight awkwardly. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, we have been standing outside this room for the last hour. No one has come in or gone out. It just can't be true.”My hands tightened as anger bubbled up inside me. “She was here! She warned me about an attack. You're saying a woman just vanished when two trained guards were right outside? Are you joking with me?”The gaurd winced at how I spoke, but he stood his ground. “Not
George's POVMy men moved, and as they approached her. I felt a strong urge to stop them, to protect her. But I couldn’t. I was the Alpha King, and I had to do my duty, even if it hurt me inside. Whitney crouched a little, her hands clenched into fists. Her eyes, usually bright and warm, were now like cold, hard stones, showing danger.She looked ready to fight, to overcome anything in her way. This wasn’t the Wendy I knew... She seemed like a wild animal, trapped and ready to attack.The crowd, which had just been laughing and talking, quickly formed a wide circle around her with their faces showing fear and dark curiosity. They understood what a trapped wolf could do.“Whitney,“ I said softly, but my words broke the quiet. I moved closer, stretching out my hand. Not to hold her back, but to ask her.“Please. Don’t do this.“ I wasn’t telling her what to do like a ruler. This was a request from a man begging the only woman he had ever loved.I got to her and softly held her hand, my f
Wendy's POVThe woman’s voice broke through the nice chatter at the party. “You!” she yelled, her finger, twisted and dirty, aimed right at me. “You bad snake! It’s you!”I gasped. How bold this woman was! Her clothes were torn and dirty, and her hair was a mess. She looked so different from the fancy ballroom. This woman was like a monster, causing trouble, and she was targeting me with her anger.“Stay calm, Whitney, stay calm.” I told my wolf, a deep growl coming from inside me. Whitney was tense, ready to jump and attack this woman. I pushed back her anger and made myself feel icy calm. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice steady and surprisingly gentle.George stepped forward, his face filled with anger. “Who is this woman? How did she get in here?” His voice was quiet but full of rage. “Guards!” he shouted loudly in the hall. “What is going on here?”Two guards, looking very embarrassed, rushed over. They bowed deeply to George. “Your Majesty, we don’t know how she got in. We are ve
George's POVI walked through the crowd at the royal ball, forcing a smile. Every polite nod and small talk felt like a burden. I kept looking at the grand entrance. I searched the faces, hoping to see her. Still nothing. The waiting was tense. Where was she? Would she even show up?Whitney. My Wendy. Even after all this time, just thinking of her made me feel a deep ache inside. I wanted her here tonight more than I wanted to breathe. The emptiness inside me wouldn’t go away until I saw her. I held back the urge to find her and ask her to come, and instead tried to seem like I was having fun at the party. I wanted her to come to me, to want to be with me.I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned, my smile fading. It was Beta Edward. My jaw clenched. He was one of the last people I wanted to see. I had sent him on an important mission – to deliver a message to the Alphas of the North, a task that should have kept him busy for several weeks or more. Why was he back
Wendy's POVI called out loudly, “Daven, stop!”He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, about to go. He turned with his forehead wrinkled a bit. “What is it, Wendy?”I turned my head to the window, staring at the black car parked on the street. It was just sitting there, strange and scary, like a hunter waiting for its target. I didn't like it at all.Daven looked where I was staring with his eyes squinting at the car. For a moment, we both just stood there with our thoughts racing. Then, the engine roared to life. Before we could do anything, the black car took off quickly, kicking up dust and leaving a strange quiet behind.“Ugh Dame it!” Daven shouted while running out the door. He was quick but the car was already too far away.I went outside with him,. We stood on the porch, watching the red lights fade away until they disappeared into the growing dark.Daven faced me, looking upset and worried. “What was that, Wendy? Could it be...the Alpha King?”I shook my head. “No, George
Brittany's POVThe front door slammed into the frame hard enough to shake the windows. I didn’t mind. Let the house tremble. Let the walls fall apart. I was so frustrated, like a pot ready to boil over. I turned around, my anger still buzzing inside me, and there she was – the maid, smiling like a bright morning, looking so happy in her job.“Welcome back, Miss Brittany.” she said cheerfully, her smile big and overly sweet.I scowled at her. Her happy face only made my anger worse. “Do something useful!” I shouted, my voice cutting like glass. “Just go! Do anything but stand there smiling like an idiot!”Her eyes grew big, and her smile faded. She didn't need to say anything else. She almost disappeared, her quiet footsteps hurrying down the hall, leaving me boiling in the loud, empty silence of my anger.Then, as she always did, my wolf, Sapphire spoke clearly in my head. “Brittany, what’s wrong? Don't tell me you're throwing tantrums because of George again.” she said softly, her vo
Wendy's POV(Whitney)“Daven, finish that call. Change my afternoon meetings and clear out the living room. I need some privacy.” I said, my voice firm. I stared at the man in my clean living room, a man who thought he could just show up in my life after six years. George, the Alpha King, was here, and I felt a familiar annoyance building in my chest.Daven, bless his tidy mind, didn't ask anything. He just nodded, his fingers already moving fast on his tablet, and headed for the door. “Sure thing, Ms. Decodes,” he said before vanishing.I walked across the room, the soft carpet quieting my steps, and paused a few feet away from him. “So.” I said, my voice showing some impatience, “What do you want now, Your Majesty? I doubt this is just a friendly visit.”He finally turned, his bright, familiar blue eyes looking around as if he were studying a strange painting. He didn’t reply immediately. There was a creepy calmness to how he moved, like a hunter checking out its target. Finally, hi
Ch 46 George's POV I was contemplating what to do. It was a note and I could see writings on it. I frowned as I slowly opened it. The heading has got me reeling, I already knew that what happened six years ago was a plot, but this confirms everything. I sat on the couch in my office, going over everything. I've been looking for proof that she was Wendy, I guess this is it, but who could have left this here? I scanned the handwriting again and I couldn't remember seeing it anywhere. Hold on. I stood up walking to my table. I ransacked it, throwing most of the papers to the floor. I saw what I was looking for embedded in a file. I slowly opened it, praying it wasn't him. I matched the handwriting and it was the same thing. Why would Edward leave this here instead of telling me himself? I was still wondering why he didn't tell me when the door opened and in came him. I turned to stare at him, holding up the two papers. His eyes went from them to me. He stepped in fully, closing th