Chapter 22 Brittany's POV The visage that had tormented me for six years was before me. It had inhabited my nightmares and infiltrated my conscious thoughts, propelling me to the brink of sanity. My breath caught in my throat, prompting me to take a hesitant step backward. No, it cannot be her. It must not be her. This has to be an illusion, an absurd impersonation. It simply has to be. I felt a tremor run through me as I sat, beads of sweat streaming down my forehead. I wiped them away with my hands, my breathing becoming increasingly irregular. How could Wendy possibly be alive? She could not be the notorious Whitney Decodes. There is no conceivable way that is true. While I recall Wendy's fondness for technology, who would have imagined that she had either perished or vanished, only to emerge as the most sought-after hacker? I observed the Alphas in the room, and all reflected a singular expression of admiration as if she were an invaluable treasure. At this moment, i
Chapter 23Queen Rosina's POVI was seated at the round table designated to the Alphas. I scanned the hall trying to locate George and I frowned at his absence. I wanted to scold him for his cold act towards Brittany just outside the venue. What was that response about? If he didn't want to reply to the reporter's question, he could have at least held her arm and not totally ignore her like she was some puppet in this show. FYI, she is. Brittany was seated beside me, still sulking. "Where's George?" I asked as I leaned in. She glanced at me, remaining silent. I sighed, grabbing a hold of her arm under the table. "I'm sorry for his actions, that was uncalled for. " I muttered, playing the caring card. Ugh! How I hated to act nice to anyone, especially her. "How long, Ro-"I glared at her, daring her to not complete that statement. I was already being disrespected by George. I wasn't going to take it from a measly orphan like her. "How long, Queen Rosina? " She asked near tear
Chapter 24Wendy's POV"I would like to clarify my position," I remarked, advancing to the center of the hall. "I am present as a collaborator—not as an object of ownership. I intend to share my skills, intellect, and resources with those who recognize that true strength lies in partnerships rather than in possession."I observed the expressions of the Alphas; some appeared unsettled by my statement, while others seemed somewhat satisfied. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted George, who continued to focus his gaze on me."That is an improvement, at least," Zane, the Alpha beside me, commented after Brittany departed in haste.Six of the Alphas agreed while the remainder appeared to struggle with accepting my decision.I reclined in my seat, maintaining my watchful gaze on them."It is either this arrangement or I will seek to apply my expertise elsewhere," I stated, prompting all the Alphas to raise their heads to regard me."I am confident that Alphas from the other city would be ea
Chapter 25 Wendy's POVAt that moment, his phone rang, interrupting my train of thought. Blake hesitated, contemplating whether to take the call. "Please feel free to answer it. The caller may have information that you find intriguing," I advised, settling back into my seat as the situation grew increasingly captivating. Jacob looked up at me, ending the call abruptly. I replied with a chuckle, "You have just missed receiving some very good news." I added, licking my lips in anticipation. "What could be more important than our current discussion?" he inquired, visibly upset. I laughed heartily, "I apologize for my thoughtlessness." I said amidst my amusement. "You will have to wait to hear the news from your Beta later," I remarked with a wink. Jacob turned to glance at his Beta, who was noticeably anxious and pacing in the background. Rosina appeared perplexed, on the verge of speaking when I interjected, "You still owe me an apology." She flinched at my words. "Y
Ch 26George's POV. The moment Wendy or Whitney stepped into this space, I felt a shift within myself. She is alive and well, which alleviates one concern: I am not losing my sanity by still sensing our connection. As she spent more time near me, our bond intensified. Initially, I found it hard to accept that she was indeed Wendy; it seemed plausible that everyone has a doppelgänger somewhere. However, her treatment of Rosina and Brittany made it clear. Although I did not recognize it at the time, I have come to understand that her previous grievances toward them indicated deep-seated resentment. She was once a powerless Omega unable to act, but now, she possesses greater strength and intellect. Given her interactions with Jacob and Rosina, I find myself reconsidering her presence in my life. I believe she harbors animosity towards me, and provoking her could be detrimental, particularly until I can rectify our relationship. My feelings for her remain as strong as they were during o
Ch 27Wendy's POVEven though I did not view myself as a proficient dancer—indeed, I would characterize my skills as deficient—once we found ourselves on the dance floor, I began to move with enthusiasm. The Alphas cheered, and I closed my eyes to fully engage with the music. I maintained a smile throughout the dance with Alpha Zane, masking my discomfort with the close physical contact; the touching was infuriating. As we danced, I sensed a penetrating emptiness within me, a clear indication of George’s jealousy. It seemed illogical that I had to endure advances from another man to provoke his feelings. I frequently wished for the music to conclude, yet whenever it appeared to be ending, it resumed. I sighed in frustration, contemplating that if I had to withstand this sensation for five more minutes, Zane might end up with a broken nose and a black eye. “Are you alright?” he inquired, leaning in close. I held my breath upon catching a whiff of his unpleasant breath. Why had I not n
28George's POV"I will see you later," Vincent mentioned as he entered his vehicle. I nodded in acknowledgment, observing him as he drove away. Once again, I found myself alone. "Hello!" I heard Edward's voice and turned to find him standing next to me. "Are you alright?" he inquired. "How should I respond to that question, Edward?" I replied, and he merely shrugged. "Honestly!" he said. "In that case, the response is both 'no' and 'yes,'" I informed him. "Let us discuss the 'yes' and 'no' in your car," he suggested, guiding me toward my vehicle. He took the driver’s seat while I settled in the front passenger seat. "Please share your thoughts," he urged as we got comfortable. "That is not an appropriate way to address your Alpha, Edward," I chided, frowning. "There is no proper way if my Alpha is sulking like a child deprived of sweets," he countered. "Ugh!" I exclaimed in frustration. "Please, tell me what is on your mind," Edward insisted. "Which aspect should I disc
29Wendy's POVI had never witnessed such enthusiasm in her expression, and I was uncertain about her exact meaning. I was preparing to respond when a sudden loud noise, followed by a fierce growl, interrupted our conversation. I turned toward the source of the growl, only to be taken aback by the sight of George marching toward us. 'You have angered the Alpha male, Wendy!' Daven exclaimed in astonishment as she stepped back. 'George? He cannot possibly—' Before Ian could finish his statement, George seized Daven by the neck and forced him to the ground. I stood frozen, too stunned to react. It happened so fast.Daven grasped my arm, urging me to move. 'You cannot simply remain there!' she whispered urgently. George continued to strike Ian's face repeatedly, all the while Ian kept smiling and chuckling during the attack. 'Is he actually smiling?' Daven inquired, clearly astonished. 'This is why I find him appealing; he is unhinged,' I murmured. 'Alpha George,' Edward called as
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