It It Arthur's POV When I get to the door, I stop. What if Winter felt wrong? I know that twins have a connection bigger than mate bonds as they are one. So if one is anxious, the other would feel it as if they are there, if the one is hurt, the other would hurt in the same spot. But what if? Just, what if he felt wrong? "I will take over your body and enter this room if you don't," Ares warns me. I open the door and there she is, standing right there, touching her hair. My heart stops for a second. "Are you real?" I whisper, dropping my phone. Quinnzel pauses, and her heart picks up pace. The moment, it does, I rush and crash into her, hugging her a little too tightly. I take in her scent, it's still as intoxicating and strong. I grin, feeling a sense of completion with her around. "I am real," she coughs. "You squeezing too hard," she adds, and I loosen the grip."Sorry," I mutter, still hugging her. We just stand there, holding on to each other like the world is ending. I a
Arthur’s POV “Guilty as charged!” Alpha Shadow exclaimed.“Guilty as charged!” Alpha Winter followed, throwing his verdict ruler on the floor. “No, please,” She begged, her eyes now red from all the crying she had been doing for the past few days.“Guilty as charged!” the elders of the counsel threw their verdict ruler on the floor.“I would never hurt anyone in my right mind. Something is wrong with me, please believe me.” She looked around, searching for someone to be her witness. But nobody interceded for her, nor helped. She then looked at me, and I knew my mate was innocent of all they were accusing her of.“Execute her!” The counsel ordered. Suddenly a bunch of pack wolves entered the court, going to Accalia.“You dare touch her, I swear on my life,” I snarled, trying to unpin myself from the pile of men that had me on the ground, “I will end you without question.” I continue.They take her to the guillotine that was splashed with guilty men’s blood that she didn’t deserve to d
Arthur’s POV The moment I get to the pack house, I went straight to my room, going to pack. But before that, I take a quick shower. By the time I am finished, it's around three in the morning, and most of the guys are starting to wake up, including Lucinda.“You, okay?” She inquires of. “I’m taking Echo to the city. There was a breach at the border today. It seems that we have a witch intruder in our midst which probably belongs to the Firedunes pack.” I explain to her, while quickly wearing some casual clothes. After I am done, I take out my suitcase, and open and take it to the walk-on closest.“What do you mean a breach? Who could do that?” She requests, following me.“I don’t know. The only way I can do anything, is if I know Echo is not close to the danger. He is going to stay in my penthouse with Nanna Ave. I will finalise a few things at the office and come back as soon as I can.” I continue to explain, while I take some clothes.Although the penthouse has some of my clothes,
Arthur’s POVWe reached the city at the break of dawn. Echo was still sleeping, and Nanna Avery was preparing Echo’s lunchbox. The principal of Oaklands Kindergarten informed me that my son would start there as his application was successful.“What’s your next step Arthur?” she asks. We were in the kitchen. My penthouse was open space. Which means everything was interlinked with each other. The kitchen was linked with the dining room. Through the passage where two bedrooms and a bathroom. Mine and Echo’s. Both the rooms had bathrooms of their own, and small study desks in each room.“My next step is find out who killed my guards and make him or her pay.” I reply.“I don’t mean that,” She sighs. “I’m taking about the alliance. What are going to tell the counsel?”“Nothing.” I open the fridge and take out bottled water.“What do you mean nothing? You answer to the counsel Arthur. That’s what keeps the peace. Echo going to the other pack’s school. That was the alliance that was formed al
Arthur’s POVThis can’t be.I shake my head in disbelief. It can’t.“You can’t reject her.” Ares warns me.“How?” I whisper, trying to gather my thoughts.“A second chance, maybe.” Before I can reply to Ares, I lock eyes with the lady in platinum hair. My heart skips a beat, as I witness her eyes glow a mesmerizing tortoise blue shade that nobody notices but me.“No…” I shake my head, looking away. “It can’t be.” I mutter. I look back at her, and she is still standing in one place, looking at me. I was five rows to the front, and I could hear her heart beating. It was both soothing, and nerve-wrecking.Her pulse was that of a human, but there was something uneven about it. It seemed that it was of a human, but not. She had secrets. Secrets I wanted to know. Secrets I wanted to hear about, as I caressed her smooth, yet beautifully dark skin.What am I saying? I shake my head, trying to remove the crazy thoughts out of my head. I can’t think like this.“I can’t have her.” I whisper to m
Quin’s POV An hour and 45 minutes before meeting Arthur “Quin, breakfast is ready!” Dawn called out for me. “I’m coming.” I was doing my last-minute touch ups which was tiding up my hair. It was always done in a low bun as I didn’t want my hair to get in the way when I was attending to the patients, well, more like my little heroes. My name is Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner, and I am a 34-year-old neurologist in Cleopatra Hospital for Children. One of the best ones I’m told. But I wouldn’t really dwell on that. I’d like to think that my ability to help others comes from wanting to keep children safe and help them grow without any defects that could have been prevented. I never got a chance to grow up with my mom as she was always away. She is a nurse in South Africa, and she is never home. I grew up with my dad, and he was the closest thing I knew to family. He was there on every first thing that I had to go. My first teeth coming out, my first haircut, going to kindergarten I was ac
Quin’s POV Strange, that is how I'd explain my ride with Dawn. It was an ordinary morning, that much I'd known, and anticipated, but in a way, something was different about it. I could feel the difference. I was a bit too excited about the presentation, which was both nerve-wracking, and weird at the same time. The car ride was just a typical radio session on low volume, with the sun just making everything look pretty. The whole ride Dawn was attending to Marie, but now and then, a story would pop in about how the kids in her school did this or that, or how the children that I treat were doing this or that. As I said, just a typical Monday morning. We got to the school, and it has a separate parking lot for the parents and the teachers, because the school is high ranking and some parents are just snobs and feel entitled to their space. Hence why the school thought it would be better if the parents just had their parking so the teachers are not inconvenienced. I park my car, and th
Quin's POV“Can I accompany you?” I ask, walking behind him, not wanting to let him go, nor leave.Mr. Handsome continues to walk without acknowledging him. “I’m a doctor.” I add, trying to gain his attention, forgetting not to walk so close to him. I end up bumping him with my forehead on his back, and it's the hardest thing my tiny head has ever bumped on.“Sorry,” I mutter, taking a step back, trying to maintain myself and act normal.He turns around, and utters, "Lady, I appreciate your help, but I will be fine.” in juiciest, dripping voice I've ever heard. It was hoarse, yet constant, deep, but audible. I didn't know velvet voices existed until today.“It’s Dr. Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner.” I mumble, bringing myself back to earth before I could go under.“Miss Quin, I appreciate your help, but I will take it from here.” He smiles, he leaves, and I just stand there, frozen. I lift my hand to wave goodbye, but I immediately hit it with the other hand."Quin, what are you doing here?