Shannon’s POVThe air in the house was thick with tension, the aftermath of Brendan’s vengeful attack still lingering. The family doctor, a sturdy man with kind eyes, carefully tended to Jules in the room.He motioned towards us. “He needs some rest now. Keep an eye on him.” He said to the three of us standing there before walking out.Entering the dim room, I found Jules lying on the bed, exhaustion etched across his face. Ricky and Cole, standing at the doorway, exchanged glances.Approaching the bedside, I whispered, “Jules, thank you for what you did. I don’t know how to repay you.”A weak smile curved his lips. “No need for repayment, Shannon. We’re family.”The words warmed my heart, but concern remained. “You took a knife for me, Jules. That’s more than family.”His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well, you’re a silly girl, Shannon. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”I couldn’t comprehend Jules’ stubborn determination, even in pain. “You didn’t have to do that, Jules. Why ar
Shannon’s POVA quiet calm had settled in the house after the recent events. Ricky and Cole, sent away by their father for some reflection time, had retreated to an apartment Robin had since secured for the brothers. Jules was on the fast track to recovery.As I sat in the living room, contemplating the everything that had led us to this very moment, a knock at the door shattered the my thoughts. Opening it, I was surprised to see Leila standing there.“Hi, Shannon.” Leila uttered, offering a polite smile.“Hey, Leila,” I replied, still shocked.The air quickly thickened with tension, and for a moment, I considered slamming the door shut in her face. But I had a desperate need for a friend that moment, and against my instincts, I let her in.We found ourselves in my bedroom, where we usually sent time talking and laughing. Those times felt so distant in my mind and I couldn’t help but miss it.Leila, her eyes scanning around like she was in the room only for the first time, broke the
Leila’s POVAs the door closed behind Shannon and Jules, I found myself alone in her room. The quiet hum of a hidden agenda echoed within me, my secret alliance with Selena fueling a mission that was beyond my fake apologies.The memories of the meeting with Selena played like movie reel in my mind as I waited in Shannon’s room. I had sought Selena out in the school courtyard.She raised an eyebrow as I approached, curiosity and caution in her eyes.“Selena,” I called out, trying to catch her attention.Selena looked up, her expression guarded. “What do you want, Leila?”A sly smile curved my lips. “I have an offer, Selena. One that might interest you.”She arched an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. “Go on.” She said.I leaned in, my voice a whisper. “Shannon has hurt both of us, hasn’t she? It’s time we stop being victims and take revenge.”Selena’s eyes narrowed, skepticism evident. “What do you propose?”I quickly outlined the plan to her, and the idea of forming an alliance agains
The absence of Ricky and Cole left a void in the house, but it allowed Jules and me a chance to connect without the complications of our relationship. Taking care of him became my focus, serving him meals, bringing coffee, and tending to his needs.One evening in Jules’ room, I set a tray with his favorite dish on his bedside table. The aroma of home-cooked food filled the room, and Jules looked up with a grateful smile.“Thanks, Shannon. You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” he said, his eyes reflecting genuine appreciation.I shrugged, a playful smile on my lips. “Consider it payback for that time you took a knife for me.”“Well, alright. If you say so.” He shrugged as well.As we sat side by side on his soft mattress, the sound of our laughter and chatter filled the room. The atmosphere shifted, a sense of ease settling between us without the watchful eyes of his brothers.Jules, no longer the wounded alpha in need of care, felt more like a friend – a connection I
Shannon’s POVThe sound of my knuckles knocking against the wooden door was the only sound heard in the unusually quiet hallway. It was strange; the lack of good natured bicker on the kitchen table, or the absence of ridiculous dance moves in the living room. How long was this going to last for?“Come in.” I finally heard Jules call from inside, permitting me to enter his room.Though he had tried his hardest to convince me that he was alright. Yes, his wound had already patched itself up. I could only thank the goddess for his alpha genes that allowed him to rejuvenate any wounded place on his body almost instantly.However the fact still remained that the stab had been deep. I initially feared that there was no way he could be able to perform any task properly, talk less of walk, but he’s show how strong he is in the past days that we enjoyed and had only to ourselves.I steadied the tray containing his breakfast this morning in one hand, as I opened the door with the other, careful
Jules’ POVThe air in the house had become dull, the absence of Ricky and Cole cast a shadow of boredom on me. I missed my brothers every single day that passed with them still exiled.It was a burden I couldn’t bear any longer. My brothers needed to return, and I was determined to make that happen.I sought out Dad in his study. He sat at his desk, a stern expression on his face. “Jules, I’ve told you before, Ricky and Cole need more time before they can come back.”I couldn’t contain the frustration bubbling within me. “Dad, they’ve paid their dues. It’s time to let them come home.”Robin sighed, his gaze fixed on some distant point. “I just don’t think they’re ready yet.”The anger in me erupted, and I couldn’t hold back. “Enough, Dad! They’re my brothers. They deserve to be here. If you don’t let them come back, I’ll leave too.”The words hung in the air, a threat that I hoped would move him into action. But Dad, ever the stern alpha, remained unmoved.Before the situation could e
Leila’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, in my room, my heart raced with anticipation as I reached for my phone. The footages captured by my hidden camera in Shannon’s room held the promise of revenge at my once best friend, and I couldn’t resist my desperation to get something on her, anything.I navigated to the coverage on my phone. The screen flickered to life, revealing the events of the previous night. As I fast-forwarded to a significant moment, a sweet satisfaction settled within me. There on the screen, sometime around midnight, Shannon was having steamy sex with the triplets, all three brothers at once.The scene unfolded before my eyes, Jules came in first, they didn’t say much, and after kissing Shannon for some seconds, Ricky walked into the room too. For a minute, it seemed as if the brothers were shocked at each other’s presence there in Shannon’s room, but eventually, they carried on, starting a threesome.A few minutes later, Cole also walked in, and
Robin’s POVThe rage within me bubbled like molten lava, a force threatening to consume everything in its path. Selena and Leila’s visit had left a mark on me, and as they departed, the anger within me erupted.In the quiet of my study, I paced, my wolf clawing at the efforts to control it. The image of Shannon in bed with my sons burned in my mind, a betrayal that increased the rage within me every time I pictured it.Unable to contain the rage inside me, I abruptly swept everything off the table with a forceful motion, a frustrating cry escaping my lips. Papers, files, and books scattered across the floor, reflecting the anger in my chest.The wreckage on the floor offered no comfort, as I continued to pace back and forth in the small room. How could Shannon betray me in such a way?Attempting to regain control, I took a deep breath, my hands trembling as I clenched and unclenched them repeatedly. The room, once a place of order, now filled with the aura of my emotions.Just then, M
Shannon, five years later.As the sun streamed through the windows, filling the room with warmth, I found myself chasing after our energetic twins, boy and girl, who are barely five years old. Laughter echoed through the house as they raced around the living room.“Slow down, you two!” I called out, trying in vain to keep up with their energy.But Jules walking in just chuckled from the doorway, his eyes shining with amusement. “Let them play, my love,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “They’re just having fun.”I sighed, knowing he was right. As much as I wanted to keep them safe, I couldn’t deny them the simple joy of being young and carefree. With a resigned smile, I watched as they continued their game of chase and catch, their laughs filling the air with screams.Just then, I felt Jules’ arms wrap around my once again pregnant belly from behind, his embrace warm and comforting. I leaned back into his arms, relishing the feel of his strong arms around me. “How are you and
Shannon’s POVThe atmosphere in the castle had shifted since Matthew’s capture. With him out of the picture, the pack felt safer, even at the borders. Ricky and Cole had returned after several days of patrolling, their faces weary but relieved.As we gathered around the dinner table, there was a sense of peace and contentment in the air. Jules sat at the head of the table, his presence reassuring and strong. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as I looked at him, knowing he had risked everything to protect our pack.Ricky and Cole filled our ears with tales of their adventures at the boarders, their voices filled with excitement as they recounted their encounters with rival packs and rogue wolves. Despite the dangers they faced, they had emerged victorious and the pack now was finally safe.As we shared our meal, laughter echoed through the hall, the tension of recent events fading into the background. Even Dora and Ellie had joined in the festivities, as I’d insisted on invitin
Shannon’s POVTwo days after the investigation for Jules’ attempted murder, as I entered his room, I found him fuming in his bed, his face twisted with frustration.“They couldn’t find him,” he muttered to me before I said anything, his voice dripping with irritation. “Matthew has slipped through our fingers again.”I sighed as I watched Jules’ restless movements, knowing this was going to be a long conversation. “You need to rest, Jules. Let the guards handle this.” I said firmly, approaching his bedside. “You’re not in any condition to be worrying about Matthew right now.”Jules shot me a glare, but I could see the pain in his eyes. “I can’t just sit here while that traitor is out there,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably against his pillows.I gently placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. “You need to focus on getting better,” I urged. “The guards will find Matthew eventually. You need to trust them.”He let out a frustrated sigh, but finally relented. “Fine,” he grum
Shannon’s POVI walked back to the castle, my mind swirling with thoughts about Matthew. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try to. My suspicions were like shadows creeping over me, chilling me to the bone. But without solid proof, I felt like I was playing with smoke.I found Jules in his study, buried under a mountain of paperwork. His tired eyes glanced up at me, and I could tell he was bracing himself for another round of my suspicions.“Jules, I need to talk to you about Matthew,” I blurted out before he could stop me.He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “Shannon, we’ve been over this. You’re letting your imagination run wild.”I shook my head, frustration bubbling inside me. “But Jules, I just need you to listen. I know something’s not right.”He looked at me with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. “Shannon, I understand you’re scared after everything that’s happened. But maybe you’re seeing things that aren’t there. It’s understandable, given the trauma you’ve been through.
Shannon’s POV“I’m not lying to you Jules, you need to believe me when I say that Mathew is not a good person. He is trying to pot against you and why won’t you believe me?” I inquired with a very stern countenance plastered on my face.“Oh please Shannon can you please just stop all of this drama? Why are you bothering yourself over something that you shouldn’t? I don’t know what is feeding you with lies but you know better than to believe everything you hear.” Jules snapped at me, walking back to his desk, and sunk into it without giving me any more regard.I knew he wasn’t going to believe me from the start but why? I’ve been on Mathew’s trial forever and it’s enough for me to know that he is planning on hurting Jules.But why won’t Jules listen? Why is he so certain that Mathew can’t do anything to him? Why am I looking like the crazy one here? All I’m trying to do is to avert him from the danger that is heading right towards him.I couldn’t let anything happen to Jules but at thi
Shannon’s POVI knew the answers I needed were not going to come that easily. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong about Matthew and he had something up his sleeves.I intended to find out because one way or the other it was going to affect someone I cared about.I had second thoughts on the fact that I might be overthinking and he wasn’t doing anything wrong.But what if he was actually what I thought he was? Doing research won’t make me lose anything but ignoring this would.I knew he had been working here and I knew exactly where to start my investigation from. The best way to get my answers is through the maids.They were the eyes and ears of everything, all I needed was to convince a maid to tell me everything. Of course, she would resist at first but later she’ll give in to some persuasion.I paced around my room thinking hard if this was the right way to go about it. What if I was wrong and I got blamed along with being called paranoid?This just has to work so I won’t get blamed
Shannon’s POVI stormed into the castle, my heart pounding in my chest. The situation with Matthew had left me unsettled, and I know I had to find a way to make Jules listen to my warnings about him.As I entered the main hall, my eyes immediately fell on Michael, playing innocently with a toy on the floor. Beside him stood Matthew, the man I found so suspicious.My instincts screamed at me to grab Michael and run, but I forced myself to stay calm. I hurried over to my son, scooping him up into my arms protectively. Michael grinned up at me, holding out the toy he had been playing with.I turned to face Matthew, my expression hard and suspicious. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice laced with tension.Matthew blinked in surprise, taken aback by my abruptness. “I came to see Jules,” he replied, gesturing vaguely. “One of the maids told me to wait here, and I saw Michael, so I thought I’d keep him company.”My grip on Michael tightened, my protective instincts in overdrive.
Shannon’s POV.The next day Jules and I moved into the pack house.It was still so surreal to me that I was an Alpha.Jules was almost completely healed now and he kept talking about how it was all because of his training yesterday. I mentioned to him that it was probably because of the training he’s still not properly healed yet but he just laughed in my face.As soon as we arrived in the pack house, we were welcomed by the slaves. They were all lined up in the living room in a straight line dressed in black and whiteThey had to be at least fifty to a hundred of them.What on earth did we need so many slaves for?I wondered as I scanned their faces.I glanced over at Jukes who seemed a little too confident. I wish I had his confidence. It seemed like he was used to it, unlike me.“These are the palace slaves, they are always at your service, They all have been assigned different stations. You will eventually get used to them but for now, these are the most important faces you will
Jules POVI woke up in a brightly lit room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh fluorescent light.“Jules!” A familiar sounding voice called out and I frowned as her face came into view.“Shannon,” I sat up a little too quickly and groaned out in absolute pain.“Hey Jules,” she smiled at me.“Don’t move too much. You have not yet healed up.” She said, her sweet voice wrapping around me like a blanket.“You’ve been released?” it was supposed to be an observation but it came out as a question. I was so happy to see her, I couldn’t believe I had won. At some point, I had completely blacked out but if she was here with me then I had won.“Thanks to you. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through for my sake.* She said, hugging me.I winced at the pain and she quickly let go of me as if I were some fragile glass.“No,” I protested at the absence of her warmth. I wanted it back but I knew she would be too afraid to hurt me. That was just who Shannon was.“I’m sorry, you seem to still