ARTHUR'S POV. I woke up with an excruciating pain from my chest but after some minutes, I was not sure if the pain was the one that woke me up or the noise coming from outside. The doctors were peeping out the window like thieves breaking into a house, they were so focused on what was happening outside that they didn't know when I woke up or got up from the bed. My hand ran through my left breast, where I had been stabbed, a faint smile playing on my lips as I remembered how Ava screamed for me to wake up. I was conscious at that moment but was too weak to respond, I also thought that would be the last day of my life. I was filled with regrets at that moment when Ava was crying over my head. I fell in love for the first time in my life and I was leaving without saying a proper goodbye. The moon goddess must have given me another chance, I wasn't going to waste such an opportunity. My eyes slowly darted to the dagger Oliver stabbed me with, my fists clenched in anger. The momen
Ava's POVThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines, the reporters had disappeared and Arthur asked the elders to take Lady Eleanor back to the mansion before she made more trouble. I was still badly injured and Arthur had noticed that, he insisted I stay to be treated here. This hospital was the best hospital around, it belonged to his family. I lay on the bed, feeling weak as I rubbed my belly softly. Arthur sat beside me, his eyes full of worry even though he tried to smile.“You need to rest,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.I smiled back at him. “I will. But only because you are here with me.”Before I could say more, my mother burst into the room. Her face was a mix of relief, She glanced between Arthur and me. “The doctor said that Ava can go home now,* she blurted out. “Ava isn't going home until she is completely treated Jennifer,” Arthur said, his voice filled with authority. “I am her mother and I know what is best for
Arthur’s POVI drove with speed to the cliff where Ava was kidnapped or where Oliver was supposed to have died, the ride seemed longer than it usually was. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as my mind raced. Oliver was alive…that much I now knew…and now I can't help but wonder how he survived. Who helped him?That bastard should have just stayed dead, was he a curse by the moon goddess to punish my father for his infidelity?I swear I would not spare Oliver this time, as kids I promised my father that I would treat Oliver like a brother since he was still my father's son but right now, I am ready to break ten thousand rules and promises to kill Oliver, even though I am not the type to go back on my words. Beside me, Charles sat quietly but it was obvious he was scared. “Slow down Arthur,” he shouted. “We want Oliver dead, not us.”I turned to the side mirror, there was a car speeding right behind us, and my lips curled into a faint smile.I increased my speed, and the car be
Author’s POVElena’s heels were heard clicking in the hallway, dressed in a short skirt and a revealing blouse, a designer bag in one hand and the other holding a phone.A faint smile played on her lips as she read through the messages, then she dialed a number. “I will be there soon, make sure the job is done before I come,” she said, cutting the phone call.A young maid walked up to her, her hands clasped nervously. “Lady Elena,” she said, her voice shaky. “Lady Eleanor has requested your presence.”Elena’s jaw tightened, and she looked up from her phone, irritation flickering in her gaze. “Now?” she asked. The maid nodded. “Yes, my lady. She said it’s urgent.”With a sigh, Elena slipped her phone into her bag. “Fine,” she muttered, walking past the maid.She walked to Lady Eleanor's room, which was a bit far from the place she was going. As soon as she got to the room, the sentinels at the door opened the door for her and slammed the door shut immediately after she walked in. “
Arthur's POVI sat quietly in Elena's house, all the lights turned off, Elena wasn't in the palace after the incident…which was something that was unusual, she was always around me. The door creaked open, and I heard her heels clicking on the floor as She stepped in, dropping her bag by the door and flipping on the lights. The moment her eyes landed on me, she jumped, clutching her chest.“Arthur,” she shouted, startled. “What are you doing here?” she asked, clutching her chest. “You scared me.”I stood slowly. “I have been waiting for you, where were you?”She scoffed, removing her heels and holding them in her hands. “Since when have you been bothered about my whereabouts?”“I heard you left the palace this morning, you didn't state where you were going.”“When did I start reporting my next move to you or anyone,” she snapped, pushing me aside slightly. “Since when you went to a place that has no network connection.”She froze, turning to me. “My phone was in flight mode,” she stu
Ava's pov.I waited in my room, nervously twisting my blanket’s edge between my fingers. Arthur had been gone for hours, and the silence around me felt suffocating. Each tick of the clock made my anxiety worse as I imagined all the terrible things Oliver might be planning or what Arthur might have discovered at the cliffs.The creak of the door broke my thoughts, and Arthur stepped in, he looked surprised to see me still awake.“Ava, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late,” he said softly. “I couldn’t,” I replied, sitting up straighter. “I have been waiting for you. Did you find anything? Any sign of Oliver?”Arthur sighed, shutting the door and rubbing his neck. “No, nothing yet. But we are on it.”I frowned, letting out a sigh. “Arthur, my goodness, what will happen now? He would try to attack, "I paused, trying to take deep breaths. “How could anyone even survive that attack, how can anyone survive that, it's too far,” I said with a ragged breath, holding my head. Arthur crossed t
Ava's pov. The scent of coffee filled the air as I stepped into the little café, Faint music playing in the background, as the people moved around. The wolves….witches and impure wolves weren't really common in public places. I walked to the counter, leaning on it as I waited for the waiter to attend to me. I ordered my usual type of coffee and found a seat near the window.As I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, my mind slowly drifted back to last night. A small smile tugged at my lips as I recalled last night. Arthur was completely different from what the rumors said, last night he held me in his arms like a child until I fell asleep. I was scared that I might have ended up with the devil but right now, I know that I have ended up with an angel and I could never be less proud to have him in my life.Maybe I had been too quick to judge him. The sound of the bell above the door brought me back to the present. I glanced up. It was my mother. Her eyes scanned the room, As soon
Arthur’s POVI entered the room where Amelia and Elena were waiting. They sat down quietly, not even taking a glance at the other person. Elena and Amelia's relationship was like that of a cat and a mouse, they hated each other and could barely stand in the same room without one attacking the other. Elena’s sharp gaze met mine for a brief moment before she turned away, clearly annoyed. “You are late,” Elena blurted out, not even waiting for me to sit down. “I need answers,” I began. “Have you found anything that could lead us to Oliver?”“My suspicion was correct, I met with some other witches, and they also said the same thing, but I was able to get something useful, those witches with that knowledge are very much around.”“Can we find them?” I questioned. “Unfortunately, their exact location is hidden from us.”I turned to Elena. Elena leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts. “I have already told you, Arthur. My visions don’t work like some map you can follow. They
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