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 days after Arthur’s visit were anything but peaceful. His words stayed with me, repeating in my mind like an echo. I couldn’t forget the way he had begged me, the pain in his voice and eyes. It was so different from the Arthur I thought I knew. But my mother made it worse, always pushing me to see his side, making it look like I was the problem. Arthur raped me, why aren't we talking about that? Why are we talking about why I rejected him, not how it started?“You are being difficult, Ava,” she said, arms crossed as she leaned on the counter, her voice filled with frustration like she had said this too many times. “Arthur wouldn’t have come here to beg if he didn’t mean every word.”I sighed, stirring my tea without looking up. “It’s not that easy, Mom. Maybe he loves me, but what about the baby? What kind of life will they have if the pack rejects me?”“Arthur would protect you,” she reassured me. “Take it from someone who worked in the pack, I know Arthur, the pack
Arthur’s POVI was talking with Amelia when my phone rang. Her laugh trailed off when she saw the way I froze, staring at the screen.“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.“It’s Ava,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Ava? The Ava?” Amelia asked, her voice filled with disbelief.“Yes,” I muttered, picking up the phone. My heart raced. Ava never called.“Hello?” I said cautiously.“Arthur, let’s get married.”The words hit me like a thunderbolt. “What?” I blurted, unable to believe I had heard her right.But she didn’t repeat herself. The line went dead before I could say anything else.I stared at my phone for a moment, my mind drawing a blank. Did she really say that? Could she have meant it?“Arthur, what is it?” Amelia asked, her brows furrowing as she tried to read my expression.“She said…” My voice trailed off as I tried to process. “She said she wants to get married.”Amelia’s jaw dropped. “Ava said that? After everything?”I nodded slowly, still unsure if I had
ARTHUR'S POV.The grand doors of the palace stood tall ahead. I didn’t slow down as I shoved them open. A deep rumble echoed as the doors parted. Behind me, Amelia followed quietly behind me. Inside, the council room was filled with low voices. The Elders sat around the long, curved table, their faces serious. The room was full, packed with important wolves from every corner of the pack. At the head of the table, where I used to sit, sat Oliver. He lounged in my chair, trying to look in charge. But as I entered, his confidence cracked just a little. His eyes flickered with unease.The second I stepped inside, the voices stopped. The room fell silent immediately, Everyone turned to me. My boots thudded against the marble floor as I strode to the center.“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice filled with venom. I didn’t look at anyone but Oliver, who sat there pretending he wasn’t intimidated. Amelia stayed by the door, arms crossed, watching everything.Elder Hargrove, the olde
ARTHUR'S POV.The hall was packed and buzzing with whispers. Wolves from every rank in the pack filled the room, their voices low and filled with worry. On one side of the hall, the Elders sat in their robes, their faces serious and stiff. On the other side, the pack members stood together, their emotions clear, some hopeful, others angry.I walked forward, my boots making a loud sound on the stone floor. The noise made people turn in my direction. Beside me, Amelia moved quietly, her sharp eyes scanning the room. At the front was Oliver, a grin spread across his face, looking as smug as ever. The way the Elders looked at him, full of approval, only made him seem more pleased with himself.Elder Hargrove, slowly stood up, darting his eyes to everyone in the room before turning to me. I don't know what Oliver might have done to make the elders turn into a bastard child but I would make all of them regret their decision.“Today, the pack gathers to decide its future. A vote will determ
ARTHUR'S POVThe hall was filled with noise as everyone stared at Ava. Of course, no one has seen me with a lady before, most of the women I have slept with, I either met them in a bar or at a party and everyone knew it always ended there. Elder Hargrove cleared his throat and called for silence. Ava stood in the center, her hands nervously resting on her stomach. The Elders exchanged confused glances. Another Elder finally spoke. “This is a serious matter. If she is truly carrying your heir, Arthur, we must verify it. Bring in the pack doctor.”Ava’s eyes met mine, and I nodded, reassuring her that everything was fine. She remained composed, though I could sense the tension in her. Amelia, standing to my left, smirked faintly, knowing we were winning this fight.Moments later, the doctor entered. He carried his equipment bag and offered a respectful bow to me before approaching Ava.“This won’t take long,” he assured her.A hush fell over the room as the doctor conducted his exami
AVA'S POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the mirror. The soft glow of the moonlight seeped through the large window. My hand rested on my belly, feeling the slight bump. I have never been more happy to be carrying another child. My parents abandoned me since I wasn't pure. I wouldn't let the same fate happen to my child. I still couldn't believe that I was married to the devil Alpha, this was something that even a seer wouldn't have foreseen. I sighed, tracing invisible patterns over my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder if this child would escape the fate of being an impure wolf, Would my child be accepted here? Or would the secret of his impurity destroy him before he even had a chance to live? The wolves of this pack would never accept an impure wolf. I closed my eyes and silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. "Please," I whispered. "Let my child live a life free from fear, Let him be loved and protected."The door creaked open, and I turned sharply. Arthur stepped in,
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