Olivias pov I was lost in the words of the ancient text when Allen came walking into the library. "Olivia, Victor wants us to meet him out front. He says there's some business in town we need to take care of," he informed me.I sighed, closing the book reluctantly as I followed Allen out of the palace. As we stepped outside, a chill ran down my spine when I saw Alexander standing there with Lidia by his side. My heart skipped a beat as he turned to look at me, his eyes piercing through mine.I quickly looked away from him, not wanting to exict my wolf any more than she was. Victor approached us, his expression serious as he addressed me."Fay, I know you're busy with the twins, but we can't make a royal visit to the village without you," he said apologetically.I nodded, understanding the importance of visiting the village. But deep down, I wished Victor hadn't invited Alexander to come along. "I understand," I replied softly, forcing a smile despite the unease in my chest. "Let's g
What happened in the village had all the pack members talking, and not in a good way. I knew I had to do something about it, so I went to find Lidia, hoping she would listen to me and see that having Alexander here wasn't a good idea. I went to her room and knocked on the door.Lidia opened the door with a scowl on her face. "What do you want, Fay?" she spat out."I need to talk to you about Alpha Alexander," I said softly.Lidia rolled her eyes. "Oh great, another one of your ridiculous theories about him?""He's causing problems within the pack," I insisted. "He's not good for you."Lidia laughed sarcastically. "And who are you to decide that?”I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. "I just want what's best for the pack and you. And after what happened yesterday in the village, the pack members aren't happy.” Lidia crossed her arms defensively. "You're always making everything about you, Fay. Maybe it's not Alpha Alexander causing problems. Maybe it's you."My heart sank at
After talking with Lidia, it was clear to me that getting rid of Alexander was not going to be easy. I tried my best to avoid him at every turn, but it seemed like he was always one step ahead of me. Everywhere I went, there he was, his piercing gaze following me wherever I went.But what troubled me even more was the sudden change in Allen's behaviour. He had always been kind towards me in a friendly way since our marriage was not a romantic one at all. But lately, he had been surprisingly affectionate, showering me with attention and care whenever Alexander was around.As I made our way to dinner with the royal pack members and elders, I couldn't shake off the strange feeling that something wasn't right. And then I saw her—one of the maids talking to someone in a dark cloak. As I approached them, the mysterious figure quickly slipped away into the shadows."Who were you talking to?" I asked the maid, trying to keep my voice steady, not wanting to scare her."Oh, just a friend," she
I watch my twins playing with their toys in the playroom. Their laughter fills the room, momentarily distracting me from the events of last night. I can't get the image of that mysterious person talking to the maid. Who could it be? And what were they discussing? I've replayed it a million times in my head, trying to think of anything that I could have missed that might help identify that person, but no matter how much I tried, there was nothing.But as I sit here, watching my children's innocent joy, my thoughts drift to a different memory- the day I gave birth to them. The fear and anxiety that consumed me as I lay in the hospital bed, waiting for them to arrive. All I could think about was how Cassandra had died in childbirth.I remember the pain and uncertainty of those hours, wondering if history would repeat itself. But they entered the world healthy and perfect. The relief and overwhelming love that flooded my heart are feelings I will never forget. I had done it all on my own
"I think Rebecca might have had something to do with what happened last night."Victor raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my accusation. "What makes you say that, Olivia?"I took a deep breath before continuing. "Rebecca has always had a thing for Alexander. I know that she is the one that framed me for Cassandra's death, and I now believe that she had something to do with that.”Victor's expression darkened as he processed my words. "I will have someone contact Rebecca's family to find out her whereabouts. We need to get to the bottom of this."I nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Victor. I just want justice for what happened to Lidia and Cassandra as well.""We are doing everything we can," Victor assured me. "We were unable to find the maid who gave Lidia the wine last night, but our search is ongoing. I promise you, Olivia, we will not rest until we have answers."As I turned to leave, Victor called out to me. "Olivia, wait." I paused, turning back to face him."I know last n
Alexanders pov. I couldn't shake the image of Fay's fully healed hand from my mind as I made my way to Victor's office. I had never seen anything like it before. We healed fast, but not like that, and the fact that there was no scarring when there should have been left me with so many questions. If Wolfban was in the wine she spilt on herself last night, then her hand would take longer than normal to heal, and it would have left scaling behind. And the fact that she had children as well had my mind going crazy.As I entered Victor's office, he motioned for me to take a seat. His stern expression told me that this meeting was not going to be pleasant."Alpha Alexander," Victor began, his voice cold and authoritative. "Beta Allen has informed me that you were in a part of the palace where you are not allowed. If you ever disobey my orders again, I will have no choice but to remove you from my kingdom.""I'm sorry, Victor. It was just a misunderstanding. I got lost and ran into Fay. I a
Alexanders povBut I knew better than to disobey Fay's wishes. There was a reason she kept her face hidden, and I needed to respect that I couldn't let my wolf take over here even if I did want to see her face and had come so close to seeing it already today. So, instead, I shielded her from the view of the others while she fixed her mask."Are you okay?" I asked softly as she stood back up, readjusting her mask.She nodded, a hint of gratitude in her eyes as she glanced at me. "Thank you."Before I could reply, my attention was drawn to the guard getting up off the ground. Anger boiled within me as I marched towards him, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him against a tree."How dare you lay a hand on the princess and accuse her of such things!" I growled menacingly, my voice filled with fury.The guard sputtered and struggled against my grip, fear in his eyes. But I held firm, unwilling to let him go. Every inch of me wanted to rip his head clean from his shoulder for what he h
Olivia's povAllen led me away from the garden. I could feel my inner wolf, Aura, whispering in my head. "Our mate saved us," she repeated over and over. But I pushed the thoughts away. As soon as we were away from everyone, Allen turned to me. “I don't want you near Alexander again”, he stated firmly with a hint of jealousy in his voice.I raised my eyebrows at him, unsure of where this was coming from. “I don't want him near me, but if it wasn't for him, then I would have been attacked by that guard.”“Well, if you'd just done what you meant to and kept your nose out of things that don't concern you, then he never would have had to save you.”I felt a surge of anger rising within me at his words. How dare he speak to me in such a way. Allen had never talked to me like this before, and I wasn't about to stand for it now.I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. “Excuse me?” I spat, my voice laced with defiance. “This does concern me. It's my family's business, and I'm just
Alexander povI stood frozen, every nerve on edge, as the dragon's words settled into my consciousness. "Olivia... sent you?" I asked, my voice rough from disbelief and residual anger. The fire of my power still simmered beneath the surface, a silent reminder of what I could unleash if deceived."Yes," the dragon replied, its voice gentle yet resonant, carrying an undeniable aura of truth. "She needs your help. Nicholas plans to wed her to Elijah. This union will strengthen its hold on the lands and unleash chaos if not prevented. You must hurry."The weight of the revelation sank deep into my bones. Olivia, trapped in a web of political alliances, her freedom and the lives of those we both held dear hung in the balance. My insides churned with urgency and something more profound: fear."What about Sarah?" The question slipped from my lips, underpinned by the kind of desperation that only the thought of losing one's child could elicit.The dragon dipped its head, eyes filled with a pe
Alexanders povThe first thing I was aware of was the cold, hard earth beneath me. My eyelids felt like lead as I slowly opened them. Everything swam in and out of focus, but I could make out a figure cloaked in shadow standing a few feet away. The witch. Memories, jagged and disjointed, crashed through my mind—an explosion of light, the sheer force of something ancient rushing through my veins, then nothing."What happened?" My voice was hoarse, a whisper against the silent forest."You unlocked the power that is rightfully yours," the witch said, stepping closer, her voice steady with an ominous edge.I pushed myself into a sitting position, feeling the shift within me, the power thrumming with an intoxicating pulse. "I thought you betrayed me," I admitted, confusion lacing my words.The witch moved with grace, retrieving a flask of water from her side. She knelt next to me, offering it. "Trust is earned, Alexander," she murmured, watching as I gulped down the offering. The water wa
Olivias povThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in on me as the door slammed shut, locking me inside. I banged on it, my fists sore and desperate, my voice echoing down the corridor as I pleaded. "Please, let me out! I need to find Sarah!"But only silence answered, leaving me stranded in a sea of helplessness. My heart ached with the weight of my fears for Sarah, who needed me more than ever. Scores of emotions surged within me—fear for her safety, anger at being held captive, and a determination that refused to be extinguished.Pausing, I drew a deep breath and sank down onto the bed, my mind scrambling for ideas. The outward corridors were off-limits, guarded and patrolled. But the tunnels—those twisting passages below the castle—were different. I could navigate their depths and sneak past the patrols to find Sarah. My heart pounded as a flicker of hope ignited within me. Rising swiftly, I crossed the room with renewed purpose and pried open the small trapdoor hidden
Olivias povThe walls of the castle seemed to echo with suppressed tension as I made my way down to the dining room, guards flanking my every step. It was a relief to know that in mere moments, I would see Sarah. The anticipation was a warm tide against the cold grasp of King Nicholas's palace. I pushed open the grand doors, and there she was—my daughter. Her eyes brightened as she caught sight of me. With a thrilled squeal, Sarah darted across the room, wrapping her small arms around me as I knelt to embrace her. Her warmth filled the void, a reminder of why I fought so hard against the king's oppressive regime. Elijah stood to the side, a quiet pillar amidst the tension. I looked up and offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much for this,” I said, my voice wavering with the weight of withheld emotions. He nodded, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding. “Anything for you both.”The king's stern voice pierced through the tender moment. “Sit,” he commanded, his tone brooki
King Nicholas povSeated on the throne, I watched Sarah play, the golden light of dusk casting a warm glow around the throne room. As she moved, her laughter filled the air, a melody that I was reluctantly coming to cherish. She was a bright, brave little girl, spirited and innocent—qualities that stood on precarious grounds in my world. Sarah toddled toward me, her tiny hands closing around a toy dragon, its wings chipped from wear. Every part of me wished for Olivia to finally accept my son, Elijah, for the wedding to occur, intertwining our destinies and stabilising my empire before those insubordinate wolves could rally their pitiful excuse for an army. True, they were no match for my dragon legion, which was the pride of my reign, but quashing their rebellion would be another needle in my side—a distraction I could ill afford amid rising tensions. anyone with dragon blood belonged here not out there tanted by the rest of the world. As if summoned by my thoughts, the heavy oak d
The witch's words hung in the crisp night air, a prophecy unravelling as energy surged through me. I struggled, ensnared by the torrent of power and pain cascading through my body. My wolf howled within, caught between elation and rage, always yearning for control."You betrayed us!" I roared my voice a mixture of fury and fear as I attempted to lurch toward her, my limbs betraying me. The forest spun around me, dizziness mixing with agony, every muscle clenched in a relentless vice."Stop it," I demanded, collapsing onto my back, the ground cold and merciless beneath me. The witch remained silent, her gaze a paradox of detachment and unwavering resolve. My breath was coming in sharp and painful as if I were breathing in fire. My heart was pounding in my chest like at any second it would explode.As the world faded to darkness, echoes of my past life surfaced like spectral wraiths. My father's face hovered before me, eyes, once so fiercely resolute, now filled with regret. I remembere
Alexanders povI sat cross-legged on the cold earth, eyes shut tight as a battle raged in my mind. Days had slipped away, each one filled with the witch's strange lessons on meditation that left me hollow and irritable. This was not the training I'd imagined. I needed to be fighting, using my strength to prepare for the inevitable clash with King Nicholas that would save Olivia and Sarah, not sitting still like a stone.My resolve slipped, and frustration bubbled over. "This is useless!" I snapped, eyes flying open. "The power will never come."Nearby, the witch remained calm, her voice a gentle breeze against the storm within me. "You keep letting your wolf overtake you, Alexander.""My wolf is strong! It is what will kill the bastard who took my daughter and mate!" I retorted, the growl of my words echoing in the stillness."Again," she instructed, ignoring my outburst. Her unyielding patience stung like salt in the wound of my anger.I glared at her, but desperation won over pride.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns of the golden and white dress. The dress shimmered in the light, its elegance speaking of a world I had yet to fully comprehend. A soft knock interrupted the thoughts that swirled in my mind. "Come in," I called as I stood up and smoothed the fabric of my dress, anticipation twisting in my stomach. Elijah stepped into the room, his presence an unexpected comfort. He paused, eyes lingering over the dress before meeting mine. "You look beautiful," he said softly, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around me. "Thank you," I replied, a flutter of unexpected warmth unfurling in my chest. We left the room together, walking through the halls of the palace in silence before stepping out into the kingdom—a place still shrouded in mysteries I longed to uncover as we wandered through the bustling streets. Yesterday, it had been nothing more than glimpses, but today, I made sure to take in everything around me, s
The tension in the room was clear as Elijah planted himself firmly before me, creating a barrier between me and the king I so desperately loathed. He was unwavering, his presence a silent vow of protection. Our roles seemed to reverse as he, the supposed pawn of his father, became my shield. “Move, Elijah,” King Nicholas commanded, his voice a rumble of irritation and disbelief. The air crackled with the intensity of his order, the authority behind it a palpable force. “No,” Elijah replied, his tone tempered with a surprising strength and calm. “This is no way to get her to agree to our marriage.” Nicholas glared down at me, eyes simmering with disdain. “I don’t care if she agrees or not. She will marry you either way,” he declared, each word a testament to the unwavering grip he held over what he considered his kingdom. “Father,” Elijah countered, his voice rising with urgency. “She would be more useful to you if she does so of her own accord. Imagine what could happen if people