Arthur POV
I looked down around the large ballroom again and took a sip from the glass of wine in my hand as I leaned against the wall at one corner of the landing, wishing I was somewhere else. There were probably over two hundred women present and I didn't find one even remotely attractive. From where I was standing, no one from below could see me. The room had been built for occasions such as this as my father had liked to throw parties and organize soirees just for the heck of it. Not for the first or second time, I cursed my father in his grave. The man had never liked me doing anything fun when he was alive and I didn't want to think about how impressive it was that he still somehow managed to find a way to get under my skin even now that he was dead. "That is not the face of a man enjoying his evening." I turned to see Amelia walking towards me with a sneer on her lips. "That is probably because I am not," I replied wryly, emptying the glass and then immediately regretting it. I needed something stronger. "Why not?" She gasped dramatically, holding one hand to her chest. "With all these women groveling for your attention?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't even want to get married. This is a complete waste of time." "You could always let Oliver take over." "Over my fucking dead body." The thought of it alone infuriated me. I'd die first before I let him take anything that was mine. "Then plaster a smile on your face and let's go down. You're the fucking Alpha; heavy is the head and all that shit. Suck it up." I hated the words but they were spot on. Like a coward, I was hiding from my problems instead of doing what I should be doing; finding a wife. None of them pleased me. Even as I looked around the scenery, I still didn't- I froze. "Who the hell is that?" Amelia leaned forward to meet the line of my gaze. "Who?" "The lady in red." Immediately I said the words, I heard my wolf growl and mutter one word. "Her." **** Ava POV There had to be over three hundred people here. It was unlike any event I'd attended. How the hell would anyone be able to form a coherent thought in this crowd? It was a large room, the largest room I'd ever been in. I tried to keep up with Jennifer as she walked around the room greeting acquaintances and introducing me to very young men. I was beginning to think she had ulterior motives for bringing me here. My research on Jack Williams had not yielded any substantial results and it almost felt like I was going in circles. Anna’s assurance that she'd try to find something on her end made me feel slightly less alone and I was grateful for it, even though I also felt guilty that I had come to the ball without telling her. She would've liked to attend. Though I wouldn't admit it to anyone, I was looking forward to meeting the man with blue eyes. It was the only reason I'd come. I wanted to know if the effect his picture had on me had been real. Would he bring me to my knees or would he further convince me that I was just overthinking it? I wanted to find out. "Sweetheart, don't dally. There's someone I want you to meet." I sighed, knowing I couldn't get out of it. It was the same line she'd used before she introduced me to not less than ten good-looking young men, a few of which were Alphas in their respective packs. I wasn't bothered; she was wasting her time. Nothing was going to make me give any of them the time of day, not when I had a cure to find. Something that spoke against the very core of their being. But this time was different. Those blue eyes were staring down at me like they were seeing into my soul. I stood transfixed as my skin prickled and my heart raced. I wanted to speak, to say something, anything but for some reason, my mouth refused to open. It was him. The man with blue eyes from the picture. Alpha Arthur James. I felt my wolf stir restlessly and I knew she approved. It hadn't been fake. Whatever that image of him had done to me, seeing him in person was ten times worse. "Jennifer." His deep voice started, though his gaze never left mine. "Thank you for coming. It's a pleasure having you here." The double entendre of his words didn't escape me. My lower stomach upended and I swallowed. I could've sworn butterflies had somehow found their way into my stomach and they were fluttering their stupid wings inside me. "It's an honor to be here, Arthur. I offer my deepest condolences at the demise of your father and I celebrate your reign as Alpha." "Thank you." I didn't even know they were close enough to be on a first-name basis with each other. It occurred to me then that there were things about Jennifer I didn't know. She turned to face me, cutting off my thoughts. "This is my daughter Ava." All the while they had been speaking, his gaze had only left mine once. They rested on me again, this time, darkening. "Ava." He rolled the name over his tongue like it was hot chocolate on a cold winter morning and my knee buckled. “I don't think we've met." Of course, we hadn't. He wasn't the forgettable sort. I forced my mouth to open and my eyes to concentrate on his eyes and not his extremely delectable-looking lips. "That's because we haven't." I extended my hand, surprised that I hadn't stuttered. "Ava Charlie.” He took my hand slowly, rubbing his palm against mine. I got the feeling that the soft gesture meant he wanted to rub other places and I felt my cheeks color. "Arthur James, Alpha of the Moon pack." I half-expected him to say Devil Alpha but thankfully he didn't, because I probably would've burst out laughing at the ridiculous name. Anna had said he was known for his brutality but looking at those blue eyes and a straight nose, his full lips and chiseled jaw that could plausibly cut through glass, I concluded that the only thing he was a danger to was the female specie. "Jennifer, I had no idea you had a daughter, much less one as beautiful and elegant as Miss Ava here." I heard my mother chuckle, then touch my shoulder briefly. "She's not a social butterfly and that's the reason you haven't met her. An introvert, if you ask me. I wish she was more involved in my business but she's a scientist and so she spends all her time trying to discover new ways to help mankind." I almost rolled my eyes at the more than abundant information. Seriously, that was my whole life in just a few lines. It couldn't have been more obvious what she was trying to do. "Mom." "A werewolf who's a scientist. Odd." His hand still held mine in a firm lock and I didn't think I would be able to let go even if I wanted to. "Do you want to go somewhere quiet where we can talk, Ava?" And be alone. As much as I savored the way he said my name, warning bells rang at the back of my head. Going with him would be like giving grass to a goat. Something told me Jennifer wouldn't object so I didn't bother asking. My wolf on the other hand knew what I was about to do and almost growled. Down, girl, I was in charge. "It's been my pleasure, Mr. James but I'd like to stay here and mingle with the rest of the room. I'm sure you understand." **** Arthur POV I'd never been turned down by a woman before. If it hadn't been so funny, I would've been pissed. The thing was, I was sure I'd assessed every woman present at the ball, and yet none of them struck me as fiercely as she did. She was like an enigma, one I absolutely had to decode. Ava. I couldn't think of any name more fitting for her. I wanted her; my wolf wanted her. All the while I was conversing with her, he had been there, wanting, needing. As I watched her walk away from me, I fought the resilient urge to walk up to her, haul her up against a shoulder and walk off. The possessiveness I felt towards her was alarming. It irked me to think of her smiling up at another man the way she'd done to me. I'd kill him. Nothing else mattered but getting her. Nothing. I sighted who I was looking for and strode towards her, purpose in my step. "Amelia, I need you. Now." She was talking with a couple of people I had seen once or twice but didn't know. She nodded, taking leave from the conversation and walking with me to a corner that was less crowded. "What's up?" Her face crossed my mind again. I'd never wanted to possess anything, to unravel anything like I wanted to do with her. "I need a love potion. And quick."Ava POVI watched him walk off the stage, trying to convince myself that the reason I was suddenly out of breath was that so many people packed together made the room hot and not because Arthur had looked straight at me when he'd spoken about having found his bride.Damn. I could barely hear myself think from how loud my heart was beating through my ears.Marriage? To Arthur? I hadn't even thought about getting married to anyone, talk more of an Alpha. I didn't want to. Fuck no. Getting married would prevent me from having the one thing I wanted most; a cure."He likes you."I turned to Jennifer, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the smirk playing on her lips. “You like this, don't you? I bet it was your plan all along. Bringing me here, introducing me to him. You wanted him to pick an interest in me."She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "And? Why is that such a bad thing?""Are you serious?" I was livid.She sighed. "Sweetheart, you're twenty-three. Most young wer
Ava POV I was floating.At least, that was what it felt like with Arthur’s hands running over my body. I couldn't explain what it was that drew me to him so deeply, but I knew I liked it. His fingers touched my face, my neck, and my shoulders, ran down to my breasts, kneaded my nipple, and then to my belly button.I sighed in contentment at having him so near, gasped in surprise when his skilled fingers entered me, and almost cried when they began administering a steady, pleasure torture.I waited in anticipation until he drove into me in one fluid movement. I felt my walls give way, break down for him. Something inside me snapped, and I let out a loud howl. His own terrifying growl came after, and as our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, it occurred to me that we were actually mating.My senses were heightened towards him, as well as my feelings. Feelings I'd never before experienced for anyone began to form inside me, and I let them, knowing it was inevitable.When he kissed my lips,
AVA'S POV. I sat on the chair with my face in my hands, my mind spinning. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. How could Arthur do this to me? The thought made my heart heavy as I breathed heavily and kept sighing every moment I got. I had slept with a complete stranger, a face I couldn't shake off my mind. The shame burned inside me, mixing with anger and regret. How did it even happen? How could an Alpha think of doing this to me? And marriage? What kind of idiot brings up marriage after he rapes a girl?The walls felt like they were closing in, making it hard to breathe. I wanted to cry, scream, or undo everything. But that wouldn't change anything. My heart ached, my head hurt, and I didn’t know what to do next. My life felt like it was falling apart. “Fuck,” I cussed slamming my head on the table. “What could possibly go wrong again?”“Hey,” Anna said as she sat down beside me. “I got your message.”Yes, the cause of my problems is A
ARTHUR'S POV. I walked quietly through the hallways of the mansion, it had been a long time since the elders had summoned me for a minute. I knew something wasn't right but I was filled with guilt for what I did to Ava and I paid no attention to Amelia. I was just a coward, how could I possibly think of doing that to her and the first thing that came out of my mouth was a proposal for her to marry me?At least my mistake made me know she was my mate, but how could she have run off after we found out that we were mates? Or was I the only one who felt her?“You have been busy,” Amelia interrupted. I turned to her with a faint smile. “I don't know Amelia, I don't understand what I feel.”“You feel your mate,” she replied. “I am sure you were happy to find out your mate.”“I am not sure I am bothered by that, I don't care if she is my mate or not, I shared a bed with her and I have chosen her to be my bride.”“That's not how the world works,” she laughed awkwardly. “You drugged her, yo
AVA'S POV. I woke up at the hospital, and my head was still spinning. I tried to stand up from the bed but a sharp pain in my head sent me back down. Anna walked in just in time, she was holding two cups of coffee. “Ava you are awake,” she smiled, walking closer. “Hey,” I said, trying to sit up. “Oh,” she muttered, dropping the coffee on the bedside table and helping me up. “What happened?” I questioned, holding my aching head. “The last thing I remember was asking that guy to back off.”It has been almost a month since the rape incident happened, and I couldn't bring myself to tell Jennifer and Arthur had completely abandoned me. All I could rely on was Anna, she took me around the city and different parties just to get my thoughts off the guilt, pain and rejection that filled my heart. “You fainted,” she explained. “You are lucky that wasn't some rough party, someone brought you here.”“Who?” I frowned. “A cute guy,” she smiled, handing me a cup of coffee. “The doctors said
ARTHUR'S POV.I sat quietly on my chair in my office, trying to take my mind off work a little, but the clicking of Elena's heels made it difficult for me to concentrate. She moved back and forth across the office. Her face was etched with anxiety as she bit her fingers. Finally, she stopped, folding her arms tightly. “Why aren’t you worried, Arthur?” she demanded. “How can you sit there so calm when everything is falling apart?”I leaned back, my eyes fixed on her as I tapped my fingers on the table. She of all people should know the answer to that, the elders can't do much, taking me off the throne would require more trouble than leaving me on it and this was something known to everyone. “The elders aren't fools, you figure out the rest.”Her eyes narrowed. “Really? You have heard what Oliver’s been doing, haven’t you? Half the council already supports him. He’s twisting everything against you. And you’re sitting there acting like it doesn’t matter?”I nodded slowly. “Let his sch
AVA'S POV.The forest was silent, except for the whisper of the wind threading through the trees. My wolf's ears twitched as the cool air carried a faint scent, earthy, musky, undeniably him. Arthur.My heart beat loudly in my chest as panic surged through me as his massive form emerged from the shadows. Even in his wolf form, his presence was scary, sleek fur, sharp golden eyes, and an aura of dominance that made every nerve in my body scream danger. This was the Devil Alpha. His pack was known for ruthlessly eliminating impure wolves like me. He saw me.I froze, my breath caught in my throat as his gaze pinned me in place. Slowly, he began to shift. Bones cracked, fur receded, and within moments, there stood Arthur in his human form. His chiseled frame gleamed under the moonlight, his expression unreadable but his eyes…those piercing eyes…held a power… unmistakably hatred, that made me shrink back.I tried to shift back into my human form. My mind screamed for the change, but my b
AVA'S POV.Arthur sat in the living room, his legs crossed as he patiently waited for my mother to come downstairs. It had been two days since the encounter in the woods, I couldn't help but wonder if he had finally come here to kill me or wanted an explanation on why my mother kept me despite knowing the rules. “Wait in your room until I call for you,” she instructed. I hesitated, wanting to eavesdrop, but her stern expression left no room for argument. I nodded and retreated to my small room, closing the door behind me.I paced in my room, my mind racing. What could they be talking about? Arthur didn’t look like a man on a mission to kill, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t come to destroy what was left of my life. I walked to the door placing my head on the door, my hearing senses weren't as sharp as other wolves, I could only hear things close to me and they were downstairs, it didn't matter how much I tried, I wouldn't still get what I wanted. Minutes felt like hours before the s
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