ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I had a meeting I needed to attend, which unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to ignore like the rest. It was about the Packs security and the moment a mistake happened there it was a risk even I wasn’t willing to take. I had a strict deadline by which everyone present had to be there because I was not letting anyone in after my entrance, which was an insult. I checked the time on my watch and I still wasn’t convinced that I was supposed to be this early so I sank back into my chair. There was a knock on my door and I frowned in annoyance, this wasn’t a time for me to attend to anyone and the conference meeting was the only one in my schedule today. I ignored whoever was knocking on the door till I suddenly remembered that I asked a maid to call Vesta in for me. “Who’s that?” I inquired coldly. “It’s me, you called for me.” She replied calmly: I was convinced and I asked her to come in. She walked in with a surprisingly calm countenance on her face and shut the
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her
VESTA'S POV Lucius' relentless efforts to win me over were starting to feel suffocating. Breakfast on the balcony, walks in the guarded gardens – it was all a carefully orchestrated performance, a display of a love that I didn’t feel. Behind the facade, I saw something else - a determined predator, waiting for the right moment to pounce. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that it was only a matter of time before my resolve cracked. One evening, Lucius entered the room. "Vesta," he began, his voice surprisingly mild, "I have something to propose." Intrigued, despite myself, I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" “I've arranged a temporary transfer back to your old pack," he declared. "A week to reconnect with your family." My breath hitched. A transfer back to my pack? It was a tempting proposition, a chance to see familiar faces, to breathe the air that wasn't saturated with the memory of the shitty things Lucius have done to me. But could I trust him? Was this another ploy, a way
VESTA'S POVThe figure turned, and for a little moment, my heart pounded with a wild hope. It was a woman, her hair the same shade of auburn as my mother's, but her face, etched with the lines of time, held the weariness of a stranger. "Excuse me?" the woman started, her voice hesitant. "Are you alright?" Shame washed over me. "I… I thought you were someone else," I stammered. The woman smiled kindly. "No worries, dear. Happens all the time." The embarrassment of mistaking a stranger for my mother lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. Shaking it off, I marched towards the designated area for the guards. As I entered the clearing, they stood lounging around, a stark contrast to the disciplined posture they maintained in the castle. "What's going on here?" I demanded, my voice laced with authority. They scrambled to attention, surprise crossing their faces. "Miss," one of them, a man named Gregor, said. "What brings you here?" "I've come to address the complaints about your beha
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I watched with satisfaction as the messengers I'd hired left the castle grounds, a precious package safely in their hands. Inside? Another token for Vesta – a stunning emerald bracelet this time, a subtle nod to her captivating eyes. A smile played on my lips. Perhaps, with this one, she'd finally relent, finally acknowledge the depth of my affection. "Alpha Lucius," Marcus barged into the room, his usual stoicism replaced by a flicker of urgency. "We have a situation." My smile faded. "What is it, Marcus?" "News from Vesta's pack," he replied, stepping closer. "Our scouts report… peculiar developments." Intrigued, I leaned forward. "Peculiar?" “Yes, Alpha. It seems the women and young girls… they've been seen wearing expensive jewelry. Gold, diamonds, even silver." A frown etched itself onto my face. Jewelry? I’ve been sending boxes of the finest jewelries to Vesta. Could news of my generosity have spread so quickly? Perhaps word of my extravagant gift had in
VESTA'S POV All of a sudden, the outrage I felt towards Lucius seemed petty. After that gift, he was a powerful Alpha, sending me such a heartfelt gift, and all I could do was shut him out. Elara, who had watched me open the book again, spoke up softly, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Vesta?" I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "He put a lot of effort into it," Elara added. "Maybe you should cut him some slack." Her words echoed in my mind. Perhaps she was right. Lucius had his flaws, his controlling tendencies were a constant source of irritation, but this… this was different. This was a man reaching out, trying to forge a connection. “Give him a chance?" I said, trying to mask my feelings. “Think about it," Elara urged. "Flowers from so far away? Jewelries, trinkets. A book, that obviously means something to you? He's clearly trying." Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to reciprocate, to meet him halfway. Later that evening, as I sat by the fire with a steaming
VESTA'S POV I practically skipped into the pack house, my heart humming a happy tune. Elara, who was by the window, looked up, her brows raised in amusement. "What's gotten into you?" she teased. "Elara, you won't believe it!" I gushed, practically bursting with the need to share. "Lucius and I… we went for a walk." "A walk?" Elara said, her voice laced with curiosity. "That's it?" I blushed furiously, but couldn't contain my excitement. "Well, it wasn't just any walk," I stammered. "We talked… for hours. And then…" I paused dramatically, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face. "He kissed me, Elara." A gasp escaped Elara's lips. "He kissed you?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "And… and you?" "I…" I confessed hesitantly, "I kissed him back." Elara's face broke into a wide smile. "Oh, Vesta!" she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. "That's amazing! I knew there was something simmering there." The memory of the kiss sent a shiver down my spine. "It was… unexpected
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her