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
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 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
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
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 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
Ava POVLooking at the man that’s sleeping beside me, I couldn't help but feel fulfilled.We have our share of heartbreaks and betrayal from people we least expected it from but we overcome every obstacle together.I can’t ask for a better mate.My very own Devil Alpha.FLASHBACK *****My bones were breaking.I let out another throat-itching scream as my right ankle twisted painfully into itself, the pull bringing me down to my knees. My hands were chained to the ground with a padlock at either corner of the dark room, the only light coming in being the bright glow of the full moon.The fucking full moon; yet another one.I hated it and I was using 'hate' very mildly. I dreaded the changes that came with it, one of which being how I chained myself to the ground in the underground basement Penny had built a couple of years ago to avoid going on a rampage and killing some innocent human.My fangs pulled out painfully and I yelled out in pain, knowing it was coming. The resilient urge to
Ava POV"Have you seen this?"I leaned forward to look into Anna’s phone. Aside from the cute picture of a green-eyed cat pouting on what looked like a very soft pillow, I didn't see anything worth gasping. "What? I don't see anything."She scoffed, shoving the phone closer to my face. "Look well. There's a ball.""Ball?" I asked disbelievingly. It was the twenty-first century. Balls weren't a thing anymore. "Be for real."But even as I looked, I could see she wasn't bluffing."Alpha Arthur James has announced he would be hosting a ball at his Villa to formally celebrate his reign as Alpha, and he has stated he would be picking a bride too." Anna read out loud. "Holy shit. He has just released a shitstorm, and he doesn't even know it."I was lost. I didn't want to seem like I'd been living under a rock since I was born, but the question begged to be asked."Who the hell is Arthur James?"The silence was deafening. After a few beats, Anna moaned. "You've got to be kidding me."I chu
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