AUTHORESS' POV “I'm sorry, Aeliana. You can hate me all you want. I know I deserve it,” he said and walked out of the garden. Outside the garden, he felt the sharp pain again and held his chest, clasping his teeth from screaming. “My lord, are you…” The guard was cut off. “I'm fine,” he told the guards who wanted to come to his rescue, and they bowed. The guards had doubt written all over their faces, but nevertheless, they continued their business. Carissa and Demeterius wanted to stop him but he emphasized that it was urgent for him to go. The guards opened the gate for him immediately and he almost fell again, still feeling the chest pain. Ceasor knew why he was having chest pain. It only meant one thing – Jason was beating the drum connected to his heartbeats, and he could swear Jason was doing that mercilessly and furiously again, which only signified one thing: he was in Wolfgang's territory. How could Jason call himself his father when he kept doing things t
AUTHORESS' POV Ceasor felt relieved that he had destroyed the remote control for his heartbeats. He mind-linked the guards to open the gate, but upon opening it, he saw Miguel and Valeria. “Your Highness,” he muttered with surprise and bowed to them. “Leave us alone,” Miguel commanded, knowing what Valeria was about to do. The guards bowed and left immediately. Valeria walked up slowly to Ceasor, staring at him intently. She began to hit him. “How dare you hurt her feelings, huh? Do you find breaking people's hearts interesting, you jerk?” she muttered weakly. Ceasor sighed tiredly. “It's been a while since we practised. Let's move on to the new training ground,” Alpha Miguel uttered, and Valeria glared at him and left. He sighed softly, raking his hands through his hair. He remembered the look on Miguel's face a moment ago – it was like Miguel now had doubts about his loyalty. He must have heard the conversation since Valeria was present, and she had the gift of h
AUTHORESS' POV Flashback The war raged around them, and Ceasor could perceive a strange scent among the werewolves. The last time he remembered perceiving that scent was many years ago before he fell into a coma. He kept fighting and started searching everyone on the battlefield. After checking through half of the warriors, he sighted his father, Jason. The sight of him sent a searing pain through his heart, a pain he had long tried to suppress. Ceasor fought his way through the warriors, each no match for his strength and agility. A steady determination filled him, fueled by the need to capture the man who caused him nothing but pain and sadness during his teenage years. Jason saw Ceasor coming, and fear flickered in his eyes. Without hesitation, he turned and ran, hoping to lose his son in the chaos of the war. But Ceasor was not one to give up so easily. He chased after Jason as he sprinted through the battlefield. His heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming
AUTHORESS' POV “Father needs to know about Jason's reincarnation,” Miguel stood up, and the others dispersed from the garden. Miguel was leaving when a guard raced to him, his breath heavy. The matter seemed important. “What is it?” “My Lord, we found ten dead bodies and those bodies belong to the messengers that were sent to the neighbouring Pack to deliver the marriage message!” He voiced out hurriedly. Miguel and Valeria hurried out to the Pack's territory. The bodies were brought forth for autopsy. Valeria examined the bodies closely. Their deaths looked like a mystery. “Seeing that their wounds are not really dry, it means they were murdered on their way back to the pack and their bodies were dropped at the Pack's territory intentionally to fool us.” Valeria noticed, and it was noted down. The men were shot with poisonous arrows that contained strong wolfsbanes, so they couldn't heal up, and they gasped for air until their last breath. “They really died a pain
AUTHORESS' POV “Do you mean everyone here will be reincarnated?” Aeliana asked, and Carrisa remained silent for a moment. She wasn't sure if it would be everyone. “I'm not sure about that, Aeliana. But I'm really certain Valeria and I will be reincarnated. I'm not sure about our mates, though. We will probably be reincarnated as humans,” she replied. “So what about us?” Demetrius and Miguel demanded. “I'm not certain about yours. You may not be reincarnated,” she replied, smiling. “You seem happy to be reborn as a human without me in your next life, don't you?” Demetrius frowned. “Of course not. I'm sure there is something I'm missing out on about you and your brother. However, there is another thing.” They nodded their heads, indicating that she should continue. “When we are reincarnated as humans, all Valeria's memories of the past will be gone. She won't recognize anything, not even when she sees you. She will turn completely into a different person. Onl
AUTHORESS' POV The Wolfgang Pack was in mourning. The entire Pack was present at the funeral of Alpha Sebastian and Luna Persis. Miguel, Valeria, Aeliana, and Ceasor maintained a Stoic appearance, trying their best not to break down in front of the rest of the pack. Carissa, on the other hand, couldn't hold back her tears. She cried uncontrollably as the body of her foster parents were being buried. Her sobs echoed through the forest, and her cries were heartbreaking. As Carissa mourned, she began to reflect on her past, and the feelings of guilt and self-loathing plagued her. She couldn't shake off the notion that she was a bad omen, and that all the unfortunate events that had befallen her loved ones were because of her very existence. She recalled her mother who had died while giving birth to her, her father, the king of Gilead who was also poisoned, and now her foster parents. She thought of Oscar, her mate's father, and Seneca. They all died while trying to protect her. She
AUTHORESS' POV “The officials are awake, my Lord,” a guard informed Miguel, and he called the rest. They moved to the Pack's guest inns, where they had laid them. Valeria notified the magirists to prepare a banquet immediately. Seven days had passed, and they woke up on the eighth day after the incident. They stared at each other, confused, but bowed in courtesy when they set their eyes on Miguel. Miguel explained to them what had happened and why they were there. Carissa's eyes caught someone among them, someone she had always relied on; the only friend she made while she was regarded as the future Alpha. Was she seeing wrongly? The man's eyes were also glued on her. She quickly averted her gaze elsewhere. “We are sorry for your loss, your Majesty,” they bowed. “Father wanted to ask for your forgiveness for deceiving the packs for so long. This is Carissa, whom you all thought was a man. She had to hide her identity back then to survive,” Carissa moved forward, explai
AUTHORESS' POV FIVE YEARS LATER “Why do I feel like something isn't right about this?” Demetrius muttered to Carissa as Xerxes' coronation ceremony was going on. She chuckled. “That is because you have never liked him. Remember all these years, you were always overprotective of me whenever I'm with him.” Demetrius cleared his throat awkwardly. He had never liked Xerxes for anything. He was always suspicious of him. Demetrius felt there was something dark and eerie about him, but he didn't have evidence to prove it. They were always at loggerheads with each other. He hated the fact that Xerxes was putting in all his best to get close to his mate, of all people. Why was Rissa not seeing anything? Wasn't the power of Isidora and Reece working on her any more? The last fight that ensued between Carissa and Demetrius was on the same topic. The words Demetrius heard from him that day kept replaying in his head. “Just wait until I turn the back of your mate against you. She will