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
I had just gotten back to the pack house and was trying to catch my breath when I got a message. There was a loud knock at my door, and before I could say anything, a guard stuck his head in.“Your Highness, Alpha Sirius and his group have just arrived at the gates.” the guard told me with a low bow. His voice was calm, but there was a hidden urgency in the way he spoke.I pushed back my chair, the leather creaking under me. For years, I'd kept a calm face as the Alpha King, but something about Sirius' visit made me feel excited and nervous inside. I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and walked towards the door.As I walked up the big steps of the pack house, I heard the loud engines of Sirius' cars. Black SUVs, a typical choice for a visiting leader, stopped on the driveway in front of the house.The dark windows sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and after a moment, the doors opened at the same time. Men in suits got out - Sirius' second-in-command, some bodyguards, and f
Wendy’s POVWhen George angrily left the restaurant, his boots making a loud noise on the ground, I didn’t go after him. I stayed in my seat, holding my wine glass tightly. The anger he felt was still in the air, but I didn’t let it affect me. His angry words kept playing in my mind, hurting me with each one.I shook my head to clear it and took a slow drink. George was acting like a kid - reckless and silly. Didn't he get how bad Queen Rosina and her son Gerald were? Did he think this was just about a small feud or a chance to become popular?“No, George.” I said quietly, putting the glass down. “This isn't about you or your pride. It's about staying safe. About what's fair.”The thought of tonight's dinner made me nervous. I had to be there. It wasn't just a rule to have a big meal for a visiting leader it was a chance to get information, to get closer to Leader Sirius, to find out where Rosina and Gerald were hiding. But George made it clear - I wasn't invited to dinner tonight. No
Wendy's POVAs soon as George answered my call, I could tell something was wrong on the other end. He was breathing slowly, carefully - not calm, but like he was about to blow up. I tried to sound cheerful and friendly, acting like I didn't notice how angry he was and how hard he was trying not to lose his temper.“Hello.” I said to him, trying to sound friendly even though he couldn't see me. “I was hoping to run into you.”His response was brief, almost rude. “Wendy.”No introductions. No small talk. Him using my first name said a lot - it was friendly and mean at the same time, showing how upset he was. I ignored the awkward feeling in the air and kept going.“I'm glad you picked up.” I said, acting like I didn't hear how strained his voice sounded. “I - I wanted to talk to you.”He laughed quietly on the other end, and though it was soft, the mocking in it was clear. “Talk?” he said again, his voice firm. “Isn't that what we're doing now?”I bit back my retort, suppressing the spa
Wendy's POVI came out of the restaurant, my heart racing, my teeth gritted so hard they might break. The sight of Wendy kissing Derek, kept playing in my head over and over. I was furious. I wasn't thinking straight - and I didn't care right then.“Your Highness, the car is ready.” my driver said, standing next to the shiny black car.I waved him away quickly without looking. “Leave it.” I said loudly. My voice sounded harsh, almost like a growl. I couldn't sit in the car, it felt too small. I needed to get out. I needed room. I needed air. Anything but this angry feeling that was getting worse inside me.My feet took me to the edge of the forest without me thinking much. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I walked deeper into the woods. By the time I was surrounded by trees, I was running and taking off my clothes. The change happened easily - almost too easily, like my wolf inside me was waiting for this moment to take over. My bones changed shape, my body transformed. Fur grew on m
Wendy's POVI still had the crumpled napkin in my hand when I felt bad about acting on instinct. My heart beat fast as Derek sat across from me, his blue eyes wide with confusion and, I think, curiosity. He hadn't stopped looking at me since I kissed him - a kiss that I knew was a big mistake and would cause trouble.Derek said, “Wendy...” His deep voice cut through my jumbled thoughts. He leaned forward, his eyebrows scrunched up in a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “What... what does that kiss mean?”I sighed and tossed the napkin on the table, rubbing my head. I was so tired of George and his jealousy. And I was tired of letting it get to me. “Prince Derek.” I said calmly. I had to be careful not to make him angry, but also not to bring up old feelings between me and my ex-husband.“Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. I...” I raised my hands in frustration. “Tonight has been more complicated than I thought it would be.”Derek blinked, his mouth opening like he wanted to dis
George's POVAs soon as I entered the restaurant, I knew I had made a mistake. The flash of the cameras still hurt my eyes, and Brittany's grip on my arm was too tight as she leaned in to say something pointless about choosing the place. But none of that mattered anymore.Because there she was. Wendy.My breath caught. Her laugh sounded out, gentle and sweet, like a memory that stuck with me. She was really smiling. And next to her was a man I didn't know, but he seemed like a big deal. He sat up straight, his suit was perfectly clean, and the smile on his face was a bit too confident as he leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear.I almost froze on the spot. Almost."George?" Brittany's voice woke me up from my trance. Her fake niceness annoyed me as she gave a big smile to the photographers behind us.Then Wendy looked at me. The smile on her face went away for a second, but that was all I needed to see. I knew she was just as surprised as I was. She didn't think I'd be here to
George's POVWendy’s hurt and disappointed face kept flashing in my mind. I kept replaying the date, feeling regret with every mistake. What could I have done better? How could I have reached her heart? These questions circled, with no answers, until the early light of morning started to come through the curtains.I finally fell asleep, but only for a little while. I woke up suddenly, grabbing my phone. The calendar showed Wendy's birthday. I felt a rush of panic and guilt. I had been so focused on feeling sorry for myself that I almost forgot. I threw off the covers, my heart pounding. I needed to fix this, or at least try. I hadn’t forgotten her birthday. I planned everything, and I needed to show her I still care and haven’t given up on us.I wrote a letter, sharing my regret and hope for her happiness. I called my helper and told him to send it with a bunch of her favorite red roses and a box of the fanciest chocolates I could find. I didn’t mind the cost all that mattered was Wen
Wendy's POVThe glass doors opened as I walked into the lobby of my office building. The quiet sound of the air and the gentle typing on computers filled the room like a nice background noise. But today, there was something more - a quiet excitement, a soft murmur of people talking. I didn't need to see them to know they were talking about it, about her. About Queen Rosina, the mean person finally shown for who she really was.I walked past the front desk, the quiet talking fading away, but I heard a few things - “bad person.” “mean plans.” “finally caught.” It seemed everyone knew about Rosina's dishonesty now, and it was ruining her reputation. I let a small smile show on my face. It was a good day, a very good day. I was finally getting my life back to normal.Arriving at my office door, I swiped my card, the lock opening with a nice click. My office was calm and quiet, which soothed me. I went to my desk, the shiny surface reflecting the morning sun, and sat down. I checked the la
George's POVI honked the horn on my car. I knew it was childish, but thinking about Wendy’s reaction made me smile like crazy. I’d spent the whole afternoon adjusting it to be just the right amount. Her door opened, and then she showed up.I couldn't breathe. She walked down the steps like she was floating, wearing a dress. I didn't even notice the color or the fabric, just how it flowed with her, how the light highlighted every curve. The dress was both elegant and incredibly sexy, and she wore it perfectly. It didn't matter what the dress looked like. It was her in the dress that mattered.I quickly turned off the car and jumped out, rushing to her side. I opened the door for her, my heart beating fast. "Wendy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "You look… absolutely beautiful."She hesitated before taking my hand, looking at me a bit longer than she had to. "George," she said, her voice polite but not too friendly. "Thanks for the ride." She got into the car. I could feel my