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
Arthur’s POVCharles's words hit me hard, my brows furrowed in curiosity. “What the fuck?” I muttered dropping the papers I was holding. “The sentinel who delivered letters to Oliver... he was killed this morning,” he repeated.“What do you mean, Charles?” I demanded, stepping closer to him. “The sentinel is dead, and you are saying it happened during the chase this morning? How did something like this happen in my palace?”Charles sighed heavily. “After they caught the person in Oliver's room, they pursued the intruder, but the chase ended with no positive outcome, so they stationed men around his room just incase, it was clear that the intruder was able to carry some documents, so while some of the sentinels were searching around, they found his body lying in the bushes.”I clenched my fists, trying to contain my frustration. “Summon everyone. Immediately. No one leaves until I get answers.”Minutes later, the elders, Amelia, Elena, and key members of the council gathered in the gr
Ava's POVI glanced at Arthur who now appeared shocked, he slowly turned to me, his brows furrowed in curiosity. “Are you saying we can find the witch?” He asked. Anna and I exchanged glances, a faint smile playing on her lips as she picked up a fry. “Not exactly,” she shrugged. “Just like werewolves, witches also look after each other, there is no way this witch doesn't have a witch friend or a seller.”“My parents sell herbs,” Anna's friend revealed. “We can start from there.”I turned to Arthur. “My mother knows most of the witches in town, maybe she wanted to look for a way to make me pure, ” I added Anna chimed in, “We all know that's not true,” she laughed. “Your mother didn’t trust any of us. She made it her business to know who was who, especially those dabbling in dark magic.”Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “So, you are saying your mother might know something about this black witch?”“She might,” I admitted. “But you need to understand, my mother doesn't like being bossed around,
Ava's pov. I leaned back against the car seat, as I discussed with Arthur over the phone. My mother had revealed some places where we could start looking for the witch. Arthur insisted that he go alone, well at least he went with Amelia, Charles and Elena…that was enough to keep me steady… a bit. “Ava,” he said, his tone laced with frustration. “I told you not to worry, Oliver is just another bitch, I have handled more bitches in the past, he can't be any better than them.”“You nearly died the last time you fought him, Arthur,” I reminded him. “I am not about to lose you because you think you are invincible.”“So you do care about me,” he chuckled. “I'm impressed, I thought you would leave me to do all the caring.”“This isn't about you,” I snapped. “Then what is it about? Oliver?” He joked. “Fine, I do care about you,” I admitted. “You are my husband and besides you are not do at caring, at least someone's going to do it if this relationship is going to work.”“Sure…” he said a
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