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
ARTHUR'S POV. I sat down quietly in the office, I still can't believe Ava and I finally had sex, every single detail, her soft moans, the smell of our sweats, our bodies against each other, the kisses, the thrusting…everything was on replay mode. I ran my hand through my hair, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as I relived the moment, it was just what I needed to get my mind off it. “Fuck,” I cussed, biting my lips, my eyes scanning through the room until it suddenly landed on Charles, who sat across me looking at me with a shocked look. I cleared my throats, my face slowly flickering to seriousness as I darted my eyes nervously on the table looking for something to get busy with. Fuck, how long has he been there? Shit, I completely forgot about him. I picked up a paper, swallowing hard as I stole a glance at him. He was still looking at me. He stood up walking closer to me. “What are you reading?” He asked, almost laughing. “I'm busy, we have a lot to do,” I blurted out.
AVA'S POV. I sat in the living room, the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily on my chest. The faint scent of lavender from the diffuser did little to soothe my nerves. My mother sat across from me, staring at me, I had to beg Arthur to let my mother see me, he was taking this house arrest a bit too far. I had a lot on my mind, I had no choice than to call for my mother, we haven't spoken since our fight, She always had a way of seeing through me, peeling away every mask I tried to wear.“I’m worried about Arthur,” I admitted softly, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater. “He’s changed… and no one will tell me what’s going on.”Her brow furrowed slightly, and a flash of concern crossed her face. “Changed how?” she asked. I paused, searching for the right words. I couldn't say he was distant, it was more like he was bolder and I kind of like it but I couldn't help but feel he was holding back something very important.“I don't know mother,” I frowned, tilting my head to the
Ava's POVI sat on the porch, the cool breeze brushing against my skin as the scent of flowers filled my lungs, as I admired the garden…or at least I should have been enjoying it. A faint silver glow from the crescent moon cast shadows on the empty garden. My mother's words kept playing in my head, my mind clouded with unsettling thoughts. I kept telling myself that he had nothing to do with this, that they were just the works of rogues but I couldn't shake the feeling off, that something about him was different. It wasn't like I knew him well enough and I couldn't have known him fully just by having sex with him. Why do I feel uneasy? Is it something I should be worried about?I had called him, asking him to see me as soon as he had time…but I knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. He wouldn’t be coming right away. “What is going on?” I muttered under my breath. I placed my hand on my stomach, a faint smile playing on my lips as I rubbed my hand through on my belly.
Ava’s POVElizabeth held onto me tightly as we hurried up the stairs. My stomach felt like it was on fire, the sharp pain making it hard to breathe. “You’re going to be okay, Ava. Just keep breathing,” Elizabeth said, though I could see the fear in her eyes.“I don’t know what’s happening,” I whispered, my voice shaky. I felt weak and my legs hurt with each step but Elizabeth held me tightly, guiding me into my room and laid me down on the bed.“Will I lose my baby?* I cried watching the blood flow freely down my legs. “Please I don't want to lose my baby.”“You’ll be fine,” she said again, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.She quickly got to work, inspecting me, her lips pressed into a thin line.The door burst open with a loud bang. Arthur stormed in, his golden eyes glowing with anger. “What happened?” he demanded, his deep voice making it sound more scary. His gaze moved between me and Elizabeth, narrowing dangerously on her.“It’s lupine poison
Ava's POVIt had been almost a month since the poisoning incident, and things were finally beginning to feel normal again. Elizabeth had gradually become a friend, I can't really explain the comfort her presence brought me but I felt happy each time she was around. My mother, however, was the opposite, constantly watching me, treating me like glass. I appreciated her care, but it was kinda hard. Anna visited often, her parents were not really in support of her visiting the palace, they were among the witches that still didn't agree with the unity between wolves and witches…but in a good way, they just didn't like Anna around them, so Anna's visit were always brief and she always had her mother constantly calling so we talked only a little.Arthur on his part has been acting really strange, I didn't get the chance to even talk to him, he completely avoided me like I was some pest, sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if it was the sex we had that drifted us apart. I was tired of th
Arthur’s POVI stood frozen, Ava’s trembling voice echoing in my ears. The report dangled from her hands, her wide, tear-streaked eyes cutting straight through me.I swallowed hard, my mind drawing a blank, I have been avoiding her after I found out that I killed her parents. Now she knew about her parents' past. I turned to Charles, my piercing glare made him flinch, he avoided my eyes. This was all his fault. I had already asked Charles to get rid of it, if he hadn't been delaying it, this wouldn't have happened. “How could you?” she whispered, her tone a mix of betrayal and despair. “All this time… you knew.”I wanted to at least defend myself but the words lodged in my throat. How could I tell her the truth, knowing it would shatter her completely? How could I admit that her parents’ deaths were my fault?“I said I want the truth!” she screamed, her hands trembling as she threw the report onto my desk.“Ava, listen…”“I just want the truth,” She shouted. “You have been avoidi
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