Ava's POVThe morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of Luna’s house, warming the air and casting golden streaks across the room.I sat at the head of the table, surrounded by a group of palace maids, their faces a mixture of curiosity. Today was the first time I’d officially met with them, I was nervous at all. After all, their previous leader just died but Charles insisted that they couldn't leave the Luna's house unattended. “I’ve noticed a few things since moving here,” I began, trying to hide my nervousness. “The way things were done under Lady Eleanor doesn’t have to remain the same. You are all a vital part of this house, and I want to hear your thoughts on how we can improve things.”The servants exchanged confused glances at each other, I could tell this wasn’t something they were used to…being asked for their opinions.“I know Lady Eleanor just died and we are all grieving her loss,” I paused, scanning through the room. These people looked happy, no one look
AVA'S POV. The man’s grip on my wrist was strong, and no matter how much I tried to pull away, I couldn’t break free. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. “Let me go!” I shouted, panic making my voice shaky. “Arthur will kill you for this, Do you hear me? You won’t get away with it!”But he just responded with a laugh, almost mocking me. “Arthur?” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “That’s the point. I want Arthur to come for me, Oliver wants him to see this. This is a message he can’t ignore.”I scoffed, trying to bite his hands but he didn't react to it. What's this man? Was he made of steel?“The only message that will be passed is your head to Oliver,” I spat. “Arthur wouldn't let you be.”The man stopped walking and turned to face me. His dark eyes were cold as he sneered. “You still don’t get it, do you?” he said.“I have been following you for days, from the day Oliver's death was announced till the time we knew that he was alive, my eyes have been on the roy
AUTHOR'S POV.Charles walked nervously down the long, dimly lit corridor, his boots echoing against the cold marble floors. He glanced at Elena, who walked beside him with her chin held high, her expression calm as though not affected by what happened to Ava. Charles couldn't hold it in, he clenched his fists turning to her. “Where were you?” He frowned. “I don't think that's what is bothering you,” she replied coldly. “But if you must know I have been quite busy.”“With what?” He snapped. Elena halted, slowly turning her head to him, her face filled with venom. He halted and turned to her. “My life isn't tied to Arthur anymore and besides I am still on the lookout for Oliver and Lady Eleanor's murderer.”Charles nodded gently before they resumed walking. “You know Arthur will lose it when he finds out,” Charles said. “An impure wolf managed to kidnap Ava…his Luna. Do you think he will let that slide?”Elena’s lips curved into a faint smirk, her expression unreadable. “That’s n
Arthur's POVThe room fell silent, the only thing that was heard was Charles's heavy breathing as he stared at the head of the head sentinel in charge of Ava, his face filled with fear. I stared at Charles and Elena, my glowing eyes flickering between their nervous faces.“Explain to me,” I began, my voice low but full of venom. “How my Ava was kidnapped by an impure wolf under your watch,” I paused with a scoff, my eyes filled with disdain. “How could an impure wolf outsmart at least ten pure, trained sentinels?” I growled, my fists clenched as I glared at both of them.Charles swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly. “Arthur, we didn’t…”I cut him off with a growl, stepping closer. “Did I give you permission to speak?”He snapped his mouth shut, his fists clenched at his sides. Beside him, Elena stood unbothered, her arms crossed under her breasts, her expression calm.“Let’s start with you, Elena,” I said, fixing her with a glare that could have frozen hell. “How, exactly, di
Arthur's POVThe moonlight spilled through the curtains as I stepped into Ava's room. She lay on the bed, her face pale. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, it was clear she was lost in thought. “Ava,” I called softly, walking closer to her. Her head turned towards me, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Arthur,” she whispered.I walked closer, standing at the foot of her bed, my arms crossed on my chest. “Do you understand the severity of what happened today?”She sat up, wincing slightly. “I do, but—”“No,” I interrupted, my voice hard. “You don’t. You endangered yourself and our child. Do you have any idea what could have happened if Elizabeth hadn’t intervened? You could’ve been killed!”She gripped the sheets tightly, her jaw tightening. “I didn’t plan for this to happen, Arthur. I went to the hospital with Amelia, and…”“And nothing,” I snapped, cutting her off. “From this moment on, you are under house arrest. You will not leave this room unless I allow it. No one enters
Arthur's POV. The ride back home was very painful. My body ached from the deep gash carved into my forehead, and every bump on the road sent a sharp throb radiating through my skull. Charles sat across from me, his face pale, his eyes darting toward my wound like it might start speaking.“What the fuck was that man?” Charles finally said. “It was too fast and way too strong.”“I have no idea what that thing was?” I said, breathing heavily. “That's a witch town, I shouldn't expect less, it might be some failed experiment.”“You’re sure it wasn’t a wolf?” he asked, finally locking eyes with me. I shook my head. “It wasn’t. He moved too fast, and his strength…it was like fighting a shadow with claws.”Charles leaned back, exhaling heavily. “Wow, I don't know what to say.”I stared out the window at the dark trees rushing past. “Say nothing,” I snapped, unable to bear the embarrassment of being beaten up by an unknown person.When we arrived, Amelia was already waiting in the hallway.“
AVA'S POV. I let out a moan as he kissed my neck, I felt wet between my legs, my body screaming for his touch, I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. He pulled me into a kiss again, our tongues locked before pulling away and moving to my neck, his wet tongue on my neck only fueling my sinful desires. He suddenly moved back, ripping my night gown to shred. A faint gasp escaped my lips as I watched him with amusement. He eyes betraying his desires as he stared at my boobs, his hands slowly messaging them, he bends over, teasing one of my nipples by giving the tip a quick lick with his tongue. I titled my head backwards, my eyes closed as I let out a moan, my mind focused on the wet feeling his tongue left on my nipples. Why haven't we done this sooner? The first time we had sex, I couldn't remember anything, this time I will make everything made up for that day.He kept teasing my nipples before finally sucking my boob, he was good at what he was doing. “Fuck,” I moaned as I felt
AUTHOR'S POV. Amelia and Charles sat quietly in the study room, glancing through ancient books; they had been searching all night for any mention of the mysterious beast that attacked Arthur. Charles looked out the window, noticing the faint ray of sunlight filtering through,he jerked up in frustration, stretching his body and yawning loudly.Amelia turned to him with a cold glare. “Do you mind?” She eyed. Charles scoffed at her. “We have been sitting here all day searching through old books, I am not paid enough to be doing all this crap.”“Tell that to Arthur, but next time,” she paused, turning back to her book. “Don't yawn so loudly in the library.”Charles stared at her for a while in disbelief before he sat back down, his face slowly flickering to seriousness as he cleared his throat to get her attention. “Amelia,” he “What happened to Arthur? And… can he recover?”She rolled her eyes, slamming the book shut, before turning to him, frustration etched on her face. “I don’t k
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