Arthur’s POVThe world around me was endless, a vast stretch of golden sand, rippling under the heat of an unseen sun. The sky was neither day nor night, just an endless expanse of dull gray. My legs were already given up as I had not had anything to eat biko drink for what felt like eternity.I have been to so many deserts but never have I been trapped in a place where there was no sign of life, no sound except the sound of the wind carrying fine grains of sand that bit at my skin. I stopped at a place, glancing around, I still had no idea where I was.I tried to remember the last thing that had happened before I ended up here, but all I could remember was the pain I felt when fighting Oliver and everything went dark and some how I ended up here. If this is how the afterlife looks like, I don't think I want to stay here, like ever. Suddenly I collapsed into the sand, panting, my fingers dipping into the sand. My vision became blurry and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.Just w
Arthur’s POVThe sentinels, the elders, the council, every single person turned to look at me with wide eyes, their faces drained of color.Ava knelt on the execution block, her wrists tied, her face pale with shock. She blinked, her lips parting like she wasn’t sure if she was seeing a ghost.I took a step forward, my voice loud and clear. “I dare anyone to try and execute the Luna.”Ava’s eyes glistened with tears as she whispered my name. “Arthur?” she called, her voice filled with happiness. My lips slowly curled into a faint smile as I cupped her face into my hands, my heart pounding. She had been suffering a lot, a proof that I needed to teach the council a lesson. The guards charged forward, their faces still etched with confusion. Charles stepped forward immediately, stopping them, giving them a reassuring nod. They exchanged glances before retreating. I pulled out my dagger and sliced through the ropes binding Ava’s wrists.“Arthur,” she sobbed, before throwing herself i
Arthur’s POVI carried Ava in my arms to the room, she looked too weak to walk by herself, the elders would pay dearly for what they did to Ava, I would make sure of that. She wraps her hands around my neck, burying her face on my neck as I carry her all the way to the room.When we reached our room, I used my foot to push the doors open and walked in, the fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting a warm golden light over the stone walls. My lips curled into a faint smile as I glanced around the room. I certainly miss everything, I'm more than happy to be back. I gently laid Ava down on the bed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She smiled up at me, her eyes glistening with tears. “Ava,” I called, gently wiping her tears. “C'mon why are you crying? I'm right, please don't cry.”She nodded, pursing her lips as she swallowed hard. “I just can't believe you came back, you really had me worried especially when they said your body was missing.”I chuckled. “Then I gues
Ava’s POVMorning light streamed through the heavy drapes, painting the room in soft gold rays. I turned to Arthur who was still sleeping peacefully, a small smile playing on my lips.He looked so peaceful, I couldn't help but wonder what he went through, my eyes widened in shock as they landed on a deep cut on his chest. I tried to touch it, but my hand was left hanging in the air. I didn't want to wake him, yet I had so many questions about that scar. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a brief second pushing the thought aside. I had many important things to do today. I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Arthur. Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, I whispered, "I'll be back." I wrapped a cloak around my shoulders and left the room.The air in the dungeon was damp and cold, sending a cold shiver down my spine. The Luna's estate prison was much bigger and scarier than those of the palace, no wonder people said the Luna's prison was a death zone for anyone wh
Author’s POV. Ava ducked immediately as the door flew above her, barely missing her, she stood up just in time to see a huge man walk inside the cell. She stepped forward, blocking his way, although she knew that she couldn't really stop him but she wasn't going to allow anyone to take Jennifer away. "Stop!" she commanded, her arms outstretched.The man scoffed and dragged her hand tightly, her jaws dropped open realizing that she was now trapped. She tried to free herself from his grip but his grip was firm, he stared deep into her eyes, his piercing glare sending shivers down her spine. “Let go, you asshole,” she shouted, trying to jerk her hand away. He laughed, grabbing her closer before throwing her over his shoulders. Ava screamed in pain as her shoulder hit the cold floor, gasping for breath, she clutched her shoulders glaring back at the man. The man glanced at Ava, his eyes mocking Ava. “Impure wolves these days don't know where they belong.”Ava growled, lunging at
Arthur’s POV“Ouch,” I winced as pain spread through my body as I sat on the edge of the bed. My breath was heavy, and every small movement sent sharp aches through my ribs, my skin was still covered in blood stains. Amelia sat still, applying lotions to the wound, totally ignoring the pain I gave her. Sometimes I wish I could just punch her right in the face. “Stop acting like a pussy,” she scoffed, intentionally pressing the bruises on my knuckles. Charles stood beside me, watching closely, his hands folded on his chest. Elena turned to him. “You have been staring at Arthur for a while now, are you shocked that your Alpha got beaten up by some rogues or are you angry?”“Both,” Charles replied, taking in deep breaths, his hands finding their way to his pockets. “Aren't you also curious that Arthur was beaten up by some nobodies?”I scoffed, shooting him a glare. Why does he have to make it sound like my fault?“I was going to ask that question later,” Amelia said, closing her box
Ava’s POVI hurried down the hallway, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I rushed toward my room. Even though I was left battered I had only one concern and that was my son.As I neared the door, I heard his cries from inside. The sound made my chest tighten, I pushed open the door quickly and saw a palace maid rocking him, she looked up at me, her face was filled with worry as she tried to calm him.“My Lady,” she said softly, her face flickered to relief. “He won’t stop crying, I have tried everything but he won't stop,” she revealed.I didn’t waste a second, I took my son from her arms, holding him close, his cries slowly turned to soft whimpers as I rocked him in my hands. His small hands clung to my dress, and I kissed his head, feeling my own tears well up.“Thank you,” I said to the maid. “You would be greatly rewarded for protecting him.”She smiled, waving her hand to disapprove of my offer. “He is the next Alpha of the pack, it's my
Arthur’s POVThe room was dark except for the flickering light from the torches on the stone walls.Immediately I walked in, the sentinels stood up, bowing their heads in respect, Amelia rushed to me. “Bad news,” she revealed, her face etched with worries.My brows furrowed in curiosity as she leaned closer. “Jennifer took some elders with her.”My jaws fell open. “Those ungrateful assholes,” I cussed, my face flickering to rage. “I should have just killed them immediately.”Charles stood up, walking closer to me, he leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Arthur, none of these people know that you have lost your wolf,” he paused as our eyes locked. “You are their last hope, don't screw this up.”“I still stand by my decision that I don't want my wolf back and I want to step down from the throne and lead a normal life with Ava but I have a feeling that Jennifer wouldn't let that happen.”He nods in agreement. “We go down protecting our home, brother.”“We go down together,” I nodded in ag
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