Jennifer’s POVJennifer’s heels made sharp sounds against the cold stone floor as she walked through the dark hallway of the mansion. The torches on the walls flickered, casting shadows that danced as she moved past them, the people walking beside her, murmuring among themselves. “How can she be so calm, our plans are failing, this is so frustrating, I can't believe I actually sided with her,” someone muttered, her voice low but loud enough for Jennifer to hear. Jennifer halted suddenly, turning to her with a cold glare. “What did you say?” She growled. Ever frozen, staggered backwards as Jennifer took a step closer. “I'm asking you what you just said,” Jennifer snapped. The lady flinched, her body shaking in fear. “Well, I was just worried about Arthur's appearance,” she stuttered. Jennifer's lips slowly curled into a smile. “Really?” She scoffed, holding the woman's head firmly. “Are you scared?”The woman swallowed hard, her heart beating loudly. “A little bit,” the woman st
Arthur’s POVI walked into my room, my head full of thoughts from the meeting. Ava was cradling the little boy in her hands, she quickly rushed to me. “I can never get used to knowing that you have lost your wolf,” she said, forcing a smile as she handed me the child. I chuckled. “At least I can hold my child now.”She nods her head quietly, her face flickering to a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “So what did they talk about in the meeting? Did you tell them?”“Tell me what? That I'm leaving?” I asked, rocking my son in my arms, admiring his tiny face. He reminded me of my grandfather. She swallowed hard. “Both, did you tell them that you are leaving?”I raised my eyes, locking eyes with her. “I didn't tell them…yet.”“Oh,” she muttered, looking disappointed. “Ava, I'm doing this for both of us,” I defended. She shook her head, turning back. "We're not leaving," she said firmly, turning back to me. “We can't.”I let out a slow breath, placing the child on the bed. "Ava—""N
Arthur’s POVDorian’s face was pale, his hands shaking as he grabbed my shoulder. "Arthur, we made a terrible mistake," he whispered, his voice filled with fear.A cold feeling settled in my stomach. "What do you mean?"Dorian took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder as if expecting something to appear from the darkness. "The dark magic ritual… Something went wrong."I frowned. "What are you talking about? You said the ritual was safe, that everything went as planned."Dorian pressed his lips into a thin line and hesitated. "I thought it was," he admitted, guilt in his voice. “How bad is it?” I frowned. “Dorian,” Charles called from behind, his brows furrowed in curiosity. “What are you doing here?”Dorian turned to Charles, placing his hands in his pocket. “I think we are doomed.”“Doomed?” Amelia shouted from behind.Damn, where did they come from? Seems like there is no secret place in the Luna's house after the war. “What happened with the ritual?” She demanded. “Well,
Ava’s POVThe wooden door creaked open as I walked in, Elena sat near the fire, staring at the fire, clearly lost in thoughts. I took a deep breath and walked inside, I hadn’t seen her since she tried to kill me. Elena looked up when she heard me enter, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of shock and guilt. “Hi,” I smiled, stepping closer to her. “It's been long.”She smiled. “Almost four months.”I chuckled, nodding my head in agreement, my eyes scanning through the room. This was becoming awkward already. “So I heard you were the one taking care of Arthur when he was in coma, thank you very much.”“It was my fault anyway, so you don't need to be grateful,” she forced a smile, her voice laced with sadness. “So can I help you?”“We haven’t talked since…” I paused, unsure how to finish my sentence. “Since that night.”Elena sighed and turned away. “Ava… I was wrong.”“No,” I shook my head. “I really don't resent you for that.”“You have alright to,” she said calmly. “I would be ma
Ava’s POv. I turned around, my heart hammering loudly in my chest as I stared at the darkness. This wasn't what I was expecting. I was expecting a shiny room with people sitting down on golden chairs. “Hello,” I shouted, my voice echoing into the darkness. “Is anyone there?” I shouted again but all only my echoes responded back. Taking in deep breaths I decided to move around, it wasn't like I was seeing anything, suddenly a bright light shone in the distance.I swallowed hard, slowly moving towards the light. “Ava,” someone called. I froze, my heart racing as I slowly turned to the direction. A woman slowly walks out of the darkness, a bright smile playing on her lips. “Ava,” she called, reaching for me. I staggered backwards, my hands shaking. “Who are you?” I frowned, my breath heavy. “You have grown so much,” she smiled, trying to reach for me again, her voice filled with tears. “Don't you come close to me,” I snapped looking around wondering if I was in the wrong place.
Ava’s POV“What do you mean?” I frowned. “My son's birth was a mistake, there can't be a second devil Alpha but I brought one into the world, we can't afford a third,”She shrugged. “I have a theory that Arthur dismissed before he died or went into coma, however you call it, that your son is to bring a change to the system.”“I know that,” I frowned. “But what does that have to do with this situation on ground?”She scoffed with a shrug. “Arthur is one strong will bitch, he fought his way back, the moon goddess can't help us anymore Ava.”“What do you mean she can't help us?* I snapped. “This is totally her fault.”“Have you heard about cleansing?” She asked.I rolled my eyes, getting frustrated. “The moon goddess original goal is to cleanse this family, that's why she brought the second devil Alpha, and made the first devil Alpha protect him, but Arthur wouldn't just leave, so I guess she found a way to make sure he isn't the devil Alpha.”“By giving it to someone else?” I growled.“
Arthur’s POVThe heavy iron gates of Dorian’s palace opened widely as we walked in. I inhaled deeply stepping out of the car.Who would have thought I would move out of my palace to stay in Dorian's place? We didn't have a choice, Jennifer knows every nook and cranny of the palace and the Luna's estate making it easier for her to attack or sneak it. “I hate this,” Charles frowned, walking beside me. “We would never hear the end of this.”“Where is Elena?” Amelia asked, hanging her bag on her shoulder. “Didn't she come?”“Elena said she would meet us later, I don't know where she went,” Charles replied. “She must have quit, and I don't blame her for that, everyone is afraid of death,” Amelia muttered. I nodded in agreement. Before we came here, I revealed everything to my people including the fact that I have lost my wolf and this was a punishment from the moon goddess and we were all going to die, so many people left, only few insisted on waiting and fighting to death. “Hello bro
Ava’s POVI banged my fists on the table, glaring at my aunt. “Let me out,” I snapped.She ignored me like I was nothing. Who was this woman really? There is no way she is my aunt. “You don’t understand, Arthur needs me, you have to let me go,” I pleaded.My aunt stood near the fire, stirring something in a pot, she barely glanced at me. “No, child,” she said calmly. “Arthur made his choice, you must stay here.”I scoffed, tears glistening in my eyes. “Just let me go, I need to protect Arthur, it's my duty to protect him.”She lets out a frustrated sigh, turning to me. “Stop acting like a god, Ava, you are just an impure wolf, you should be lucky that you are even alive.”“Arthur needs me,” I insisted. “Would you take responsibility if anything happens to him, he needs me.”“He needs punishment,” she interrupted. I froze at her words. “You still see him as the man you love, don’t you? But you refuse to see who he was.”I shook my head, my voice cracking. “I know what you mean but
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