ARTHUR'S POV. I sat quietly on my chair staring at the documents on my table, my mind clouded with unsettling thoughts. We still had no idea where Oliver was or who he was working with and if Amelia was in league with the witch. She was a witch after all and she was the only witch I knew of that was working with a werewolf. Charles sat across the table, he was on the phone with the Gamma. I had deployed men around the city, checking around for any sign of Oliver or anyone who looked suspicious. “Call me when you find something,” Charles finally said before dropping his phone. “Our men are everywhere and Amelia has talked to the witches in town, they would report anyone that they find practicing black magic.”“Do you trust Amelia?” I blurted out, slowly turning to him. “Do you trust her?” I repeated. He paused, flickering his eyes away for a brief moment before turning to me. “Elena doesn't like witches in the first place and she and Oliver were always on each other's neck…”I
ARTHUR'S POV. I turned to Charles, sharing understanding glances, before turning to the angry elders in front. I took in deep breaths placing my hands in my pockets. “You guys found out?” I asked, acting like I wanted them to find out. “Who wouldn't hear such an act?” The first Elder scoffed. “We don't even know anything about this Ava, yet we accepted her.”“You accepted her because you had no choice,” I chipped in, a faint smile playing on my lips. “We trust your decision, she might be the best person to be the Luna but don't you think it is a bit bold to disrespect Lady Eleanor?” The second Elder frowned, exchanging quick glances at each other. It was almost as if they had rehearsed everything as they wanted each other to speak. “C'mon, we heard that Lady Eleanor slapped her,” Charles defended. “None of us have more power than the Luna but I am sure if Lady Eleanor acted impulsively towards us, our attitude would have still been the same way.”The first Elder scoffed, his fac
AVA'S POV. I watched Amelia stare at her phone for a while, biting her lips anxiously. I intentionally threw a stone on the ground to get her attention but she didn't even flinch when the stone flew in between her legs. What the fuck is wrong with her? What was so important that she had to leave me in the sun?Arthur insisted that Amelia give me the tour of the Luna mansion, why it was the Luna mansion and my duties in the mansion. I already have so much on the table, Arthur's actions last night only made matters worse for me, I knew Lady Eleanor wouldn't let me off easily. Honestly, keeping a low profile would have been the best, as long as no eyes were on me, and no one would find out I was an impure wolf, but now it seems that I have gotten more fans and stalkers than Arthur. If this continues, it won't take long before everyone finds out my secret, I just hope my child will be safe. “Please take your father's genes,” I muttered rubbing my belly. “Okay,” Amelia blurted out,
ARTHUR'S POV. I remained calm, my face showing no expression as I darted my eyes between the stranger and Lady Eleanor. Lady Eleanor's lips into a satisfied smile as she turned to the stranger, nodding her head in approval. “Jennifer adopted Ava when she was little, she kept Ava despite knowing what would happen if people found out…” Lady Eleanor interrupted the man. “She knew of the consequences, yet she did it, that only shows that I was right, Jennifer is not to be trusted.”I remained silent, my fists clenched tightly, Mt piercing glare still on the man. “Arthur,” Lady Eleanor called softly, holding my hands. “I know you are shocked, but I was shocked too, I didn't expect her to be not only evil but she was impure…a curse to the throne.”“Who is this man?” I demanded, turning my eyes to Lady Eleanor. *Does it matter?” She frowned. “What matters is that he has been working for me for years and he has always been a reliable source.”“Always at your service,” he said, bowing.
Author's pov. Elena made her way through the dark forest, her cloak covering her face and body, perfectly concealing her identity. The moon cast a faint light through the trees, owls heard in the distance Ahead, she could see the cave. She took in deep breaths, looking around to make sure no one was following her. As Elena stepped closer, she could feel someone was watching from the shadows. This forest was known as a dark forest, and this was the only place the black witch and Oliver could run to after Arthur invaded their home. She got to the cave, the flickering lights of the touches placed firmly on the rock, this was no ordinary cave. She stopped at the entrance, but there was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.The witch stood in the center of the cave, her cold eyes turning to Elena the moment she entered. “You shouldn’t have come here,” the witch said, her voice filled with venom. Elena opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the witch
Ava’s POVThe castle corridors were eerily quiet as I walked toward Lady Eleanor's quarters. The cold air brushed through my face. My mind is clouded with unsettling thoughts wondering what Lady Eleanor has laid down for me. Everyone was really worried, Lady Eleanor was a woman everyone knew no one dared, I was just a nobody, unworthy to stand close to her. I had been summoned to an elders' meeting, but there was something I needed to address first.It was better to lessen Lady Eleanor's anger before standing before the court. As I turned the corner, her maid appeared at the other end of the hallway. Her face was pale. “Hey,” I stopped her. “Where is Lady Eleanor?”“She is in her room,” she replied, her head down to the floor. “Can you take me there?” The girl paused, biting her lips, darting her eyes left and right as though she was confused. “Is there a problem?” I questioned, my brows furrowed in curiosity as I studied her. “Lady Eleanor said that she doesn't want anyone t
Ava's pov.I hurried and walked to the visitor's room, my heart hammering loudly in my chest. What was my mother doing here? Hope she wasn't here to cause trouble.My mother has completely changed, it was like all she wanted was to evict Lady Eleanor and she was using me. I walked into the room, sighting my mother sitting down on a sofa, sipping her tea, she turned to me. “Mother,” I called, walking closer to her. “What are you doing here?”She glanced behind me, as though expecting someone else…of course she was expecting Arthur to come along too. “Why isn't Arthur with you?” She asked, dropping the tea cup on the table. “He is busy,” I frowned, folding my hands under my breasts. “Why do you want to see him?”“Why do I feel like you are not happy to see me?” She asked, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Of course, I am happy to see my mother,” I defended. “But I am not happy to see the new you.”“The new me?”I nodded, taking in deep breaths. “Mum you have changed, what happene
Ava’s POVI stormed out of the room, my fists clenched in anger. I have heard enough of this, if my mother wanted to get revenge then it is best she does it by herself.“Ava! Wait!” she called. Her hurried footsteps grew louder, but I didn’t slow down.Why was it always this way with her? Why couldn’t she ever trust me to make my own decisions? I’d barely made it halfway down the corridor when her hand grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks.“Ava,” she said, her tone pleading. “Please, listen to me.”I spun around, jerking her hand off as I glared up at her. “Listen to you? That’s all I ever do, Mother! And where has it gotten me?” My voice trembled with anger.“Ava, listen to me, have I ever done anything to put you in danger?” She asked. I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Then why start now?” I asked, tears choking most of the words in my throat. “I am not using you to get revenge, Ava,” she explained. ““Please,” I pleaded. “Just leave mum,
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