AVA'S POV.The days after Arthur’s visit were anything but peaceful. His words stayed with me, repeating in my mind like an echo. I couldn’t forget the way he had begged me, the pain in his voice and eyes. It was so different from the Arthur I thought I knew. But my mother made it worse, always pushing me to see his side, making it look like I was the problem. Arthur raped me, why aren't we talking about that? Why are we talking about why I rejected him, not how it started?“You are being difficult, Ava,” she said, arms crossed as she leaned on the counter, her voice filled with frustration like she had said this too many times. “Arthur wouldn’t have come here to beg if he didn’t mean every word.”I sighed, stirring my tea without looking up. “It’s not that easy, Mom. Maybe he loves me, but what about the baby? What kind of life will they have if the pack rejects me?”“Arthur would protect you,” she reassured me. “Take it from someone who worked in the pack, I know Arthur, the pack
Arthur’s POVI was talking with Amelia when my phone rang. Her laugh trailed off when she saw the way I froze, staring at the screen.“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.“It’s Ava,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Ava? The Ava?” Amelia asked, her voice filled with disbelief.“Yes,” I muttered, picking up the phone. My heart raced. Ava never called.“Hello?” I said cautiously.“Arthur, let’s get married.”The words hit me like a thunderbolt. “What?” I blurted, unable to believe I had heard her right.But she didn’t repeat herself. The line went dead before I could say anything else.I stared at my phone for a moment, my mind drawing a blank. Did she really say that? Could she have meant it?“Arthur, what is it?” Amelia asked, her brows furrowing as she tried to read my expression.“She said…” My voice trailed off as I tried to process. “She said she wants to get married.”Amelia’s jaw dropped. “Ava said that? After everything?”I nodded slowly, still unsure if I had
ARTHUR'S POV.The grand doors of the palace stood tall ahead. I didn’t slow down as I shoved them open. A deep rumble echoed as the doors parted. Behind me, Amelia followed quietly behind me. Inside, the council room was filled with low voices. The Elders sat around the long, curved table, their faces serious. The room was full, packed with important wolves from every corner of the pack. At the head of the table, where I used to sit, sat Oliver. He lounged in my chair, trying to look in charge. But as I entered, his confidence cracked just a little. His eyes flickered with unease.The second I stepped inside, the voices stopped. The room fell silent immediately, Everyone turned to me. My boots thudded against the marble floor as I strode to the center.“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice filled with venom. I didn’t look at anyone but Oliver, who sat there pretending he wasn’t intimidated. Amelia stayed by the door, arms crossed, watching everything.Elder Hargrove, the olde
ARTHUR'S POV.The hall was packed and buzzing with whispers. Wolves from every rank in the pack filled the room, their voices low and filled with worry. On one side of the hall, the Elders sat in their robes, their faces serious and stiff. On the other side, the pack members stood together, their emotions clear, some hopeful, others angry.I walked forward, my boots making a loud sound on the stone floor. The noise made people turn in my direction. Beside me, Amelia moved quietly, her sharp eyes scanning the room. At the front was Oliver, a grin spread across his face, looking as smug as ever. The way the Elders looked at him, full of approval, only made him seem more pleased with himself.Elder Hargrove, slowly stood up, darting his eyes to everyone in the room before turning to me. I don't know what Oliver might have done to make the elders turn into a bastard child but I would make all of them regret their decision.“Today, the pack gathers to decide its future. A vote will determ
ARTHUR'S POVThe hall was filled with noise as everyone stared at Ava. Of course, no one has seen me with a lady before, most of the women I have slept with, I either met them in a bar or at a party and everyone knew it always ended there. Elder Hargrove cleared his throat and called for silence. Ava stood in the center, her hands nervously resting on her stomach. The Elders exchanged confused glances. Another Elder finally spoke. “This is a serious matter. If she is truly carrying your heir, Arthur, we must verify it. Bring in the pack doctor.”Ava’s eyes met mine, and I nodded, reassuring her that everything was fine. She remained composed, though I could sense the tension in her. Amelia, standing to my left, smirked faintly, knowing we were winning this fight.Moments later, the doctor entered. He carried his equipment bag and offered a respectful bow to me before approaching Ava.“This won’t take long,” he assured her.A hush fell over the room as the doctor conducted his exami
AVA'S POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the mirror. The soft glow of the moonlight seeped through the large window. My hand rested on my belly, feeling the slight bump. I have never been more happy to be carrying another child. My parents abandoned me since I wasn't pure. I wouldn't let the same fate happen to my child. I still couldn't believe that I was married to the devil Alpha, this was something that even a seer wouldn't have foreseen. I sighed, tracing invisible patterns over my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder if this child would escape the fate of being an impure wolf, Would my child be accepted here? Or would the secret of his impurity destroy him before he even had a chance to live? The wolves of this pack would never accept an impure wolf. I closed my eyes and silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. "Please," I whispered. "Let my child live a life free from fear, Let him be loved and protected."The door creaked open, and I turned sharply. Arthur stepped in,
AVA'S POVThe morning was cool, and the air felt fresh as we got into Arthur’s car, the leather seats were soft and I could smell Arthur’s cedar cologne lingering in the air. Arthur drove in silence. He looked straight ahead his hands gripping the steering wheel. I could see the coldness in his eyes and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right choice to marry him. When we arrived, my breath caught in my throat. The house or should I say mansion was huge. It looked like something out of a dream, with tall glass windows and walls made of smooth stone. Cherry blossom trees lined the long driveway, their pink petals floating gently in the wind. In the middle of the driveway stood a marble fountain, water pouring from it in sparkling streams.Arthur parked the car and turned to me. “Welcome to my home, Lady Elenor is like a mother to me, she is my dad's sister, the only Elder left in my family.”I nodded without saying a word. As we stepped out of the car, a little girl came
Ava's POVArthur grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. I followed without protest, a small smile playing on my lips. Arthur has defended me, that was enough to make me smile. When we reached the hallway, he released me, his eyes turned in another direction, I could feel his anger flaring up, it was clear that his anger was too much to suppress. “Thank you,” I blurted out. He scoffed as he turned to me with a cold glare, suddenly he grabbed me, pinning me firmly against the cool stone wall. His piercing gaze locked on mine.“Why are you thanking me?” he scoffed. “Why are you so innocent? I know this is sudden for you but this isn't your comfort zone, Ava.”“I'm sorry,” I frowned, my face filled with disappointment, I wasn't expecting him to act like this. He takes in deep breaths, rubbing his forehead. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't be shouting at you and you are my wife. It’s my duty to stand up for you.”I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued. “But next time, Ava, don’
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
Ava’s POVI took a step forward, my hands shaking as I saw Jennifer smiling at me while the men held my aunt down."Let her go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, maintaining eye contact with her. Jennifer tilted her head, amusement in her eyes. "Ava, is that any way to greet your mother?""You are not my mother," I snapped.“I raised you, Ava, for over twenty years, doesn't that make me your mother?”I scoffed, holding my son tightly. “More like bred me for your selfish desires.”“I did what I had to do,” she smiled, looking at the door, nodding her head. “Two impure wolves living together,” she turned to me, tilting her head to the side. “What did you guys do to the door?”I staggered backwards. “I don't know what you are talking about?”She chuckled, inhaling deeply. “You really know how to get on my nerves,” she said and signaled the men. Another man stepped forward, punching her hard on her stomach. “Let her go,” I shouted, taking a step forward. “Don't,” my Aunt shout
Ava’s POVI woke up feeling like I had been crushed under a mountain, every muscle in my body ached, my throat felt like something hot just passed through it, and my head pounded like a drum in the middle of a storm.I frowned, my eyes scanning the room. “Great, I'm still in this house,” I said, forcing myself up, my hand went to my neck, rubbing it gently. Until I froze, my eyes widened in alarm. I remembered everything, I got up immediately and turned to the mirror, my heart beating fast. The demon, it was in the mirror last night. I can't believe I actually slept off last night. I swallowed hard, turning to my son. He was still sleeping comfortably. I slowly turned back to the mirror, my hand went to my throat. “Maybe you just had a bad dream, Ava,” I muttered, trying to calm myself.I rushed outside, scanning the environment, everywhere looked normal, I let out a sigh of relief, concluding that it was a dream.Then my eyes landed on my aunt who stood at the door, looking outsi
Arthur’s POVThe Devil Alpha lunged at me like I was some mortal enemy, I didn't even know when it jumped, it was too fast for my eyes to catch, one moment it was staring at me with those glowing red eyes and the next thing I knew it was a few inches away from me. It grabbed me, sinking its teeth inside my arm, I screamed in pain as blood gushed out and I could have sworn I heard my bones crushing under its grip. As if that wasn't enough it threw me away, slamming into a hard tree, I remained on the ground, clutching my shoulder, the pain was too much to process. The rest just stood there in fear watching everything as the beast slowly walked towards me as though trying to make its power known to me, and I would say it was working because my eyes rolled at the back of my head and I almost fainted but the pain glued my eyes open.The beast loomed over me, its fangs bared, hot breath washing over my face.“Guys do something,” Amelia shouted. Oh, now they want to do something.Charle
Arthur’s POVThe smell of old books and burning sage filled the air as the black witch was preparing the ritual, moving around a circle of black candles. Their flames flickered, making strange shadows dance on the walls. Amelia stood by the door, arms crossed on her chest, her eyes locked on the witch. Charles paced back and forth behind her, his frustration clear in the way he moved. Dorian sat on the edge of his desk, quiet for once, just watching.I walked over to Amelia, placing a hand on her shoulder, she flinched under my touch. “Are you okay?” She forced a smile and nodded.“Look I know you are scared, but I want you to know that I will protect you till my last breath, but it's not too late to back out, you deserve to be happy.”She chuckled. “I'm fine,” she said, forcing a smile. “I just have a lot in my mind.”I studied her for a while, my eyes flickering to her hands finding their way to her stomach, her eyes filled with tears. I knew about Charles and Amelia long ag