Ava’s POVTwo hours had passed.I sat in Arthur’s office, staring at the stack of documents Charles had pulled from my mother’s office. My hands trembled as I reached for them.“This is everything we found,” Charles said, his voice neutral. “All the documents, all the records. Everything.”Arthur sat beside me, his jaw clenched, his golden eyes cold as he flipped through the papers.I felt sick.Every sheet of paper, every note—it was exactly the same as what we had seen before. Nothing has changed..But why? I turned to my mother, watching her calm expression. How could she be this calm when she has been exposed? Do I really know Jennifer?Arthur picked up a document showing the elders present, their mouths falling open in shock as they exchanged glances. “This is impossible,” Elder Rowan shouted. “Jennifer isn't only a sly bitch but she is also a traitor, who knows if she is the queen herself.”My mother scoffed, folding her hands under her breasts. “This is why I kept those docum
Ava’s POVI barely heard the Elders’ accusations ringing through Arthur’s office. My heart was pounding too loudly.“You are unfit to be Luna of this pack.”Tears flowing down my cheeks, almost weighing me down. They were not wrong but it was just sad that no matter how hard I try I will never be loved by anyone.I had to find my mother. At least I should apologize to the one person that made me who I was today. Ignoring Arthur’s calls, I rushed out of the office and into the hallway. I ran down the hallway, but I couldn't find her, it was as if she had disappeared into thin air. I saw a maid cleaning the sculptures, so I rushed to her. “Have you seen my mother?” I demanded. She nodded, pointing to the direction. “I think she went that way.”I nodded and went in that direction. “Luna, be careful,” she shouted after me. “You are pregnant.”I ignored her warnings and ran after my mother, not actually running but it was more of pushing all my strength to get to my mother. The moment
Arthur’s POVI inhaled deeply, taking my seat. Ava had just succeeded in making a fool of herself, more like I have made a fool of myself. C'mon,I know Ava, she is my fucking wife, I should have investigated it myself before lunging at Jennifer. Well who cares, she deserved everything, it's a shame I didn't kill her when I had the chance. The Elders were still gathered, their judgmental gazes still on me.“This is unacceptable,” Elder Marcus declared, shaking his head. “Her behavior is reckless. It puts the pack at risk.”“She made a mistake,” I defended. “A misunderstanding, that’s all.”Elder Rowan scoffed. “Misunderstanding or not, Arthur, this is just another sign of her instability. We cannot afford a Luna who acts on emotion rather than reason.”I scoffed, standing up from my seat slowly, it made the Elders staggered backwards, their confidence crumpling. “Ava was doing what she thought best for the pack, that was her mother, she could have hidden it and moved on.”The Elder
Arthur’s POVIt had been two days. Two long, frustrating days, and Jennifer had come up with nothing. No leads, No suspects, No captured spies. Nothing I sat in my office, my patience wearing thin. Across from me, Charles leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his expression grim. Amelia stood by the window, watching the courtyard below."This isn’t working," Charles said finally. "We both know it."Amelia exhaled sharply. "We have tried before. We searched every corner of this pack for the Queen’s people, and nothing. If they were that easy to find, they’d be dead already."I inhaled deeply, swirling my pen in between my fingers. “Arthur,” Amelia shouted walking to me. “How can you be this calm?* I shrugged.“Shouldn't I be?” I chuckled. “The elders think that Jennifer has more connections than the pack,” I paused with a shrug. “Which is true anyway—” Amelia cut me off. “How does that affect us?” Amelia spat. “I can't believe how quickly the elders switch sides, I wonder if they w
Arthur’s POVI took a step back, my breath hitching in my throat. No. This couldn’t be right. They had the wrong person.Garrick rushed over to him, pulling him away from my grip. “Now he can face judgement.”I chuckled, shaking my head in disagreement. “Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I suggest you stop now.”Garrick shook his head, his face etched with confusion. “No, he is the spy.” I shook my head, forcing my voice to remain steady."You’re wrong," I said, swallowing hard. "This isn’t a spy. This is the Gamma of my fucking pack, how could he be the guy?* I spat, anger flaring up through my veins. “Sire, I don't know what to tell you but Jennifer—” I cut him off. “Jennifer?* I scoffed. “Jennifer told you he is the spy and you believe her? He is your fucking boss.”“Sire, she brought proof,” he pressed on. “I have proven and I am your Alpha, let him go,” I commanded, my voice filled with venom and authority. Garrick exchanged glances with the sentinels but reluctantly rele
Arthur’s POVI stood in front of the burning building that belonged to the Queen’s people, the flames licking the night sky, painting everything in hues of orange and red. The air was thick with smoke. After all these years of fighting and searching for the rogues called the queen's people have finally been defeated. Although I was happy with this incident, I still couldn't accept the fact that Jennifer was the one that caught them. It is a complete shame to the Alpha family. I stood still, my hand placed in my pocket, my breath heavy with anger as I watched the building and the people who were arrested or killed by my sentinels.I should have been enjoying the scene, the chants, the praises, everything but I couldn't, nothing was for me. They were all for Jennifer. The sentinels surrounded Jennifer, their faces lit up with admiration as they praised her for the victory. My presence felt like a ghost, no one seemed to notice my presence, they were all focused on Jennifer. My fi
AVA'S POV. It felt like a huge rock had been dropped on me at that instant, I stared at Arthur, my jaws dropped open faintly, wondering if I heard what Arthur just said. His face wasn't saying what his mouth was saying, he looked so calm, like he didn't just say those words. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “What did you say?” I asked, my eyes widened in hope and curiosity. He inhaled deeply and took my hands in his. “I was the one that killed your parents.”I jerked my hands away, staggering backwards, I couldn't express what I was feeling at that moment but I could feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces. I placed my hand on my chest, swallowing the lump in my throat. I darted my eyes to my mother, tears flowing down my cheeks..“I was thinking your mother would have told you,” he added. “My mother?” I asked, darting my eyes back to him. “So you knew about it? Did you know about it?” I snapped. She turned to Arthur, her brows furrowed in anger. “Don't look at him,” I sho
AUTHOR'S POVFew minutes before the attack. The air was filled with tension in the dimly lit chamber. Elena’s piercing gaze swept through the room, Elizabeth sat down quietly on her chair while Oliver kept cracking his knuckles. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls, adding to the weight of the moment.“It’s time,” Elena declared, her voice smooth but filled with deadly intent.Elizabeth turned to Elena, her brows furrowed in curiosity. “Ava is almost due. Won’t it be easier to wait until she gives birth?”Elena’s lips curled into a smirk. “I have no patience for waiting, Ava has done her very worst, she has made Arthur a laughing stock.”“How is that her fault?” Elizabeth frowned. “Have you forgotten that your prophecy was false or are you trying to make it real?”“I don't think you understand, a new prophecy came out,” Elena swallowed hard, flickering her eyes away to avoid Elizabeth's curious glare. “What are you talking about?” Elizabeth scoffed. “
Ava’s pov. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I slowly woke up, my body sinking into the soft mattress. I turned my head and saw Arthur sitting at the edge of the bed, cradling our son in his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as he held the child's fingers. “I think you are only doing this so he can make you his favourite when he grows up,” I said. He turns to me with a smile. “You’re awake,” he said gently, meeting my gaze.I nodded and pushed myself up slowly. My body ached, but compared to everything we had been through, this pain was nothing. It has been months now after the war, everything was slowly going back to normal, except the fact that impure wolves can now live freely. Jennifer was arrested but couldn't bear the fact that after years of planning, she failed not just to an enemy but to an impure wolf, she could take that shame, so she killed herself. Arthur carefully placed our baby in my arms. I looked down at
Arthur’s POVA cold wind howled across the empty desert as I opened my eyes, sand swirling around me like ghosts whispering in the night. I sat up, blinking my eyes against the dim, eerie glow of the horizon. “Am I dead?” I muttered to myself as I stood up. This was the same desert I was the other time, was I really dead.No, I can't be dead, at least not now, Ava needs my help. I turned around, looking for a place to go but if I remember correctly, this place was like an endless maze. A shuffling sound caught my attention, so I turned immediately. A woman appeared, her long cloak dancing in the wind, her silver eyes glowing like twin moons. She was the same woman I met here.“You again,” I murmured, stepping closer. “What is this? Have I died… again?”She smiled. “You are not dead, Arthur.”“Then what is this place?” I demanded, scanning the endless stretch of sand.“The space between life and death, except that you aren't here as a lost soul but as a redeemed soul,” she said, st
Ava’s POVMy body ached all over as my eyes fluttered open, debris filled the air as I glanced around making it difficult for me to see clearly. I tried to move, but my wrists were tied behind my back and ankles tied together with thick chains.I lifted my head, and my breath hitched immediately, we were surrounded by Jennifer's men. Dorian lay on the ground a few feet away, his face bloodied, as he tried to get up but couldn't. Dozens of our warriors stood behind us, their hands tied, their eyes filled with fear. “Amelia,” I whispered. She slowly turned to me. “Ava, are you okay?” She asked, her voice weak as she glanced around. “What happened?” I asked her, swallowing hard, keeping my voice low. “We were defeated but I thought Arthur said you should leave, what are you still doing here?” She questioned.I shook my head, the memories of what happened flooded back. “We were going through the back with Dorian but they ambushed us, it was like they were waiting for us.”“Shit, Dor
Author's pov Arthur stumbled back, wiping blood from his lips, his whole body filled with pain as his ribs throbbed where Oliver had hit him. Oliver stood a few feet away, grinning like he was enjoying every moment of Arthur’s pain.“Oliver,” Arthur growled, clenching his fists. “I killed you.”“And if I remember correctly, I also killed you but here you stand,” Oliver said in a mocking tone. “I guess the black witch brought you back, can't you do anything without help?”Oliver scoffed. “Why are you scared that I would beat you now?” He eyed. Arthur spat on the floor. "You can never win Oliver, you should have just stayed dead," Arthur growled, holding his side.“Really?” Oliver smirked. “Do you really think you can beat me?”“I beat you twice, there is no harm in making it the third.”Oliver chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement. “I do admit you have defeated me, even more than thrice but not again brother, the witches saw my worth that's why they brought me back—” Arthur c
Arthur’s POVWe all sat in the war room, with a few head sentinels, everyone looked tense, some looked afraid, who wouldn't be? This was supposed to be the biggest war of the centuries, one that would decide our fate. Dorian moved to the shelf picking out some maps and threw them on the table. “This is the complete map of my palace.”Charles stepped forward, spreading the maps. “Don't you think it's a stupid move for Jennifer to attack a palace she knows nothing about? She has no idea the layout structure—” Dorian cuts him off.“Are you seriously suggesting there is a mole in my palace?” He frowned. “Yes, I do think there might be a mole in this palace, but it's not your fault, most of our people turned on us.”I nodded, my fingers tracing the structure of the palace on the map. “There are a lot of hiding places that we can use to ambush them, what's this place?” I asked, pointing at a location on the map. “It's an escape route,” he replied, looking at me. “But only I have the key.
Author’s POVAmelia stood in the middle of a broken house, her heart pounding loudly as the wind rushed through the empty stone walls, carrying the smell of damp earth and the past. This was the house she used to live with her family before Arthur killed her parents. She had decided to come here one last time and see her sister, the only family she had left, Elizabet. Elizabeth was standing right in front of her, Amelia didn’t know what to say or how to feel, she just stared at her. Elizabeth looked the same and different at the same time. Her dark hair was longer and her eyes looked more cold. She wore a black cloak that covered every part of her body, the only thing that wasn't covered was her head and that was because her cloud was down. “Amelia,” Elizabeth said. Amelia swallowed hard, taking a small step forward. “Elizabeth,” she muttered, almost to herself. For a long moment, none of them spoke, They just stared at each other. “You look well,” Elizabeth finally said, her
Ava’s POVArthur stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He had the look of a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer.“Again,” he said firmly.I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead. My body ached from hours of training. “Arthur, we’ve been at this forever.”He didn’t budge. “And we’ll keep going until you get it right.”Frustration bubbled inside me. “I don’t even know what I’m doing. How am I supposed to control something I don’t understand?”“Then you need to understand what is inside you,” he said firmly. I rolled my eyes. “What is inside me then?” I shrugged. He hummed, nodding his head in agreement. “Then let's start with that, because there is no way you can control something you don't know.”“Seriously,” I groaned. More lessons again. “Can't we just cut some slack? I'm seriously tired, I need rest.”“Rest?” He scoffed. “You can only get rest if you are ready to wake up in a dungeon full of rouges.”My lips curled into a smirk. “I
Arthur’s POVThe dagger trembled in my grip as I stared at Ava beneath me, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her wide eyes mirroring my shock.This wasn’t possible. The Devil Alpha…was Ava?“Ava?” I called, my voice laced with shock. She blinked up at me, just as confused. “Arthur…what’s happening?”Almost an hour later, we were all seated quietly in a room, our eyes locked on Ava, no one ever thought Ava could be the devil Alpha. “Okay,” Ava frowned, breaking the silence. “Can you guys just stop staring at me like I am some punk?”Amelia folded her hands under her breasts. “Well—well,” she stuttered, still looking confused. “We are just confused,” I blurted out. “None of us ever imagined that you were the devil Alpha, I mean you were so close to us.”Amelia nodded in agreement. “This has only gone from bad to crazy,” she laughed, biting her lips. “This is just so hard to believe.”“I can't believe you kept this away from me,” the words came out as I stared at her in disbelief and d
Arthur's pov. The chamber was dim, filled with flickering candlelight that cast long shadows on the stone walls. We sat quietly glancing glances at each other as the black witch continued with her work. Amelia moved to her, whispering something to her, the witch turned to her with a cold glare. “What do you know about black magic?” She questioned her, her expressions flickered to disdain. “What the hell do you think you can do to help me?”Amelia frowned, stepping back. “I just wanted to help, you don't have to be harsh with your words.”I winced as I clutched my wounded arm. The pain was almost unbearable, I can't believe this was what my victims had to pass through before they died. Amelia walked to me. “Who does she think she is?” She eyed. “I am almost the best witch in our time, just because I don't practice black magic doesn't mean my powers aren't as powerful as it.”I smiled, despite the pain. “It's okay, Amelia, just let her go to work.”Amelia rolled her eyes as the bla