Alexander's POVThe first rays of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I blinked, gradually bringing the blurred shapes around me into focus. The soft rise and fall of Olivia's breathing was the first thing my senses registered, and I turned to look at her, still asleep beside me. It was a sight I cherished more than I could express.Last night had been transformative. Olivia had come into her own, facing the triplets with courage and defiance that made me proud and left me in awe. The strength of the spirit wolf was clearly within her now, and the weight of her destiny lay heavily on both our shoulders. It was a reminder of what we were fighting for and who we were meant to become.Gently, I reached out to push a lock of hair from her face, my fingers trembling with a mix of love and apprehension. The moment my fingers grazed her skin, the mark on my hand began to glow, its light growing more intense as I moved closer to her. I pulled back s
Reed's POVThe first light of dawn had barely kissed the horizon when I stepped outside. The early morning air was crisp, biting at my skin as I walked with purposeful strides toward the Elder’s Hall. I needed to move swiftly, faster than the other alphas, who were likely still deep in their slumber. Today was too important to leave anything to chance.The wooden floors of the Elder’s Hall creaked under my weight, echoing through the hushed corridors. I paused in front of the imposing door of the Head Elder's office, steeling my resolve. They wouldn't expect me this early, but catching them off guard was precisely the point.Without knocking, I pushed open the door, stepping into the room. Elder Greyson looked up from a pile of scrolls, his piercing eyes narrowing with displeasure. The other Elders shifted uncomfortably, eyes flitting between each other before settling on me."Reed, what is the meaning of this?" the Head Elder demanded, his voice thick with disapproval."I apologise f
Olivia's POVAs we made our way toward the Elder's Hall, the whispers followed us like an insistent wind. My newly heightened senses picked out every word, every murmur. Once, these whispers would have burrowed under my skin, eating at my confidence. But now, with the power of the spirit wolf surging through me, I walked tall, shoulders squared, my chin lifted high."She's the spirit wolf now," one woman whispered, her tone filled with awe."Do you think she can really protect us from the dark rogues?" a man murmured doubt lacing his words."It’s all a charade. We're doomed," another voice, laced with fear and scepticism, spat out.I felt Aura rise within me, bristling at the disbelief. *we will prove them wrong* I cautioned her silently. As we approached the grand doors of the Elder's Hall, my eyes caught sight of Reed lounging in the waiting area with a relaxed confidence that seemed almost disconcerting. He sprang to his feet the moment he saw me, striding over with a triumphant s
Olivia's POVOnce back at the hotel, the courtyard buzzed with life. Lidia, Ethan, and Allen were huddled in deep conversation, their faces animated. The faint perfume of flowers mingled with the earthy scent of soil. It was almost too overwhelming for my senses, and I knew that I had a lot of work to do if I was going to be ready for the fight. The twins burst into the courtyard, their small feet nearly tripping over each other in their rush. Excitement radiated off them like the summer sun, and I could see their enthusiasm was catching the attention of everyone around them."Mummy! Mummy!" Liam called out, his voice a mix of urgency and joy. Sarah was right behind him, her eyes sparkling."What is it, my loves?" I asked, trying to match their energy but unable to shake off the heaviness from the meeting with the elders."We overheard someone talking," Liam panted as he finally stopped in front of me. "They said you’re the Spirit Wolf!"My heart skipped a beat. I had wanted to ease
Olivias povThe city had seen its share of victories and losses, so many events that had changed us all. But now, as I prepared for the journey back to Alexander's kingdom, I felt a complex mix of emotions—relief and anticipation.Settling into the plush seats of the carriage, I took one last lingering look at the cityscape disappearing behind us. Its towering buildings and winding streets felt like a chapter being closed. "We’ll be stronger for it," I whispered to myself.The twins couldn't contain their excitement. “Mummy, what's Daddy's kingdom like?” Sarah asked, eyes wide with curiosity, while Liam leaned in closer, eager for every detail.“Oh, it’s magical,” I replied with a smile that belied the nervous flutter in my stomach. “It’s filled with woodland trails, lush meadows, and crystal-clear streams. You both are going to love it.”Their chatter filled the air, making the journey feel almost light-hearted. I exchanged an amused glance with Alexander, who smiled back. As the twi
Alexander's POVSilence wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, amplifying the rhythmic sound of Olivia's breathing beside me. The day had been long and emotionally exhausting, but tomorrow held the start of Olivia's training, and we both needed rest. Yet, as much as I tried, sleep eluded me. My mind was a tangled mess of memories, worries, and unanswered questions.With a resigned sigh, I carefully extricated myself from the bed, trying not to disturb Olivia. Her face was serene, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the thin curtains. For a moment, I stood there, simply observing her peaceful slumber, and a smile crept onto my face. In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both.Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling
Alexanders pov Later in the day, the training grounds buzzed with activity. Warriors and pack members milled about, preparing for another day's work. But today, all eyes were on Olivia.She stood at the edge of the clearing, taking a deep breath as if drawing strength from the earth itself. I watched her closely, pride swelling in my chest. This woman, once considered weak and wolfless, was now a formidable force.Olivia squared her shoulders and began her training with a fierce determination. Each move was precise, every attack a testament to her newfound strength. She pushed herself harder with each passing minute, her resolve unwavering.I rolled off the training grounds' stone slab, my eyes tracking Olivia as she maneuvered around her opponent. In a flash, I was on my feet, striding across the field with purpose. A strong and imposing guard held a padded shield in front of Olivia. His presence served as a reminder: Olivia may have strength, but she lacked technique.“Stand down,”
Olivia's PovUsing the magic had drained me far more than I cared to admit. Each fibre of my being felt stretched thin, taut like a bowstring ready to snap. But this newfound power was worth every ounce of fatigue. It was the first time I'd harnessed such magic, and I believed earnestly that practice would only make me stronger. I kept the tiredness to myself, not wanting to worry about anyone.Lidia approached with wide eyes brimming with awe. "That was amazing, Olivia!" she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.I smiled, though I could sense a tightness behind her words, a shadow lurking just beneath the surface. "Thank you, Lidia," I replied. "But is everything okay? You look like something's on your mind."Lidia hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Yes, well, I— I was wondering if maybe I could train as well. Learn how to fight and defend myself, too."Her request didn’t surprise me. I knew why she wanted this—because of what Derek had done to her
The gentle hum of the wind rustled through the castle gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the kingdom, painting everything in warm, honeyed light. The Dragon Kingdom—our kingdom—was at peace.A week had passed since the final battle. A week since Nicholas had fallen, his tyrannical reign brought to an end. The scars of war still marked the land, but already, hope had begun to weave its way through the people, through the dragons, and through my own kingdom. Rebuilding had started, and with it, the promise of a future unshackled from fear and a united front between not only ours and their kingdom but also many others.And today… today was the day that I finally got to marry Alexander.The wedding had been a quiet affair, just as I had wanted—just those we loved, those who had stood beside us through the trials that had nearly torn us apart. The great hall had been filled with the laughter of
A bright glow surrounded me, cradling me like a guardian made manifest. It was the magic from deep within, awakened not by mere survival but by love—a force transcending the corporeal bounds defined by the fight.The descent slowed, the air holding me in a delicate dance with the elemental magic coursing through my veins. It whispered assurance and a promise returned in kind by the beating heart of the earth itself.As I alighted softly upon the weathered stones of the courtyard, strength and weariness meshed in a delicate balance. The energy wrapped around me, a cocoon of gentle power that ebbed almost tenderly, returning me to the ground with undeniable grace.The world righted itself, the battlefield, once a stage of cacophony and chaos, hushed into a stunned silence, witnessing the impossible shimmer into reality. A breath—my second chance drawn from the earth—and I stood, steady and whole.I looked up to see faces of disbelief switch to ones of hope. Alexander's strides carried h
Olivias povMy warning echoed in the air, but it was already too late. Behind Elijah, the king’s dragon surgeon moved with terrifying speed, its spear-like tail ready to strike. Everything seemed to slow as the scene unfolded—a cruel dance of shadow and flesh, friend and enemy caught in fate’s grip.Time froze as the dragon’s tail pierced Elijah’s back, ending the moment in brutal finality. Pain and realisation filled his face, his emerald eyes widening in shock. His body crumpled forward, silent in the tragedy he had become a part of."No!" The word tore from my throat, breaking the heavy silence that settled like a shroud. But through my horror, an undeniable truth took shape with each heartbeat—Nicholas’s greatest betrayal wasn’t just in his violence but in the cold decision to sacrifice his own son for power.As Elijah fell to his knees, Nicholas grinned—a wicked smile that could freeze the ocean. He waved the horn, the sound still ringing in my ears, and in that moment, his inten
Olivia's PovThe sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke, and the battlefield lay beneath me, a chaotic tapestry of combat and valour. Riding Saphira, my trusted dragon, I felt an unprecedented harmony between us. Her thoughts intertwined with mine, weaving a tapestry of mutual understanding and unity. Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray.Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.Through the din of clashing swords and bellows, Saphira's voice sizzled like lightning in my mind. *O
Alexander's POV The battlefield pulsed with chaos, a vast symphony of metal clashing and figures weaving through a smoky haze. I fought with a focused intensity that came from the core of my being. Each movement was purposeful, and each turn of my blade was meticulously calculated. This was more than a war of physicality; it was a contest of spirits fueled by love and vengeance. All around me, my pack surged forward like a tidal wave, wolves overcoming soldiers with primal ferocity. As I caught a glimpse of Olivia soaring overhead on a dragon's back, a wild joy lit me from within. Her presence was like a beacon, a promise that drove me onward, deeper into the heart of conflict. My attention was wrenched upward by the tumultuous struggle above. There, in the sky, dragons twisted and turned in an aerial ballet of might and desperation. King Nicholas and his son, Elijah, battled with a fury that seemed to rend the sky itself. Nicholas's dragon fought with savage intensity, every swi
Elijah's povThe clamour of the battlefield swelled around me, punctuated by cries and the clash of steel. My heart was a tempest, torn between my loyalty to my father and my love for Olivia. I had never intended to become a pawn in this war, but here I stood, bathed in conflict, with my mind spiralling around the impending chaos. As I left Olivia's side earlier, my frustration boiled over into the tense air. "Cease this madness!" I cried out to the guards, their movements a blur of aggression around me. "These people are not our enemies!" Laughter erupted in response, sardonic and cruel. "The King has spoken, not you, Prince Elijah. We fight until death unless he says otherwise." Disdain twisted within me—a serpent rearing its head. Their insolence, their mindless obedience to Nicholas's bloody decree, was galling. But I knew why they refused me. I wasn’t their king, merely a shadow cast by my father’s ambition, a prince wearing false armour. The world spun with futility. Seeking
The ground was approaching swiftly beneath me, a swirling mass racing to meet my descent. Every instinct screamed that this was a mistake and that the leap would surely be my undoing. But even as fear clenched my heart, the dragon's scale in my grip pulsed with a warmth that banished doubt. One hundred meters above the earth, however, a shadow loomed. The first dragon I had saved soared to my rescue, swooping beneath me with a grace that defied the chaos of my fall. Relief erupted within me as I landed on its broad back, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. Holding tight to the rough, warm scales, I murmured, "Thank you."The dragon's powerful wings flapped, beating a defiant cadence against the tumultuous winds. It rose into the sky, a guardian taking flight, and together, we soared, the kingdom unfurling beneath us as a tapestry of vibrant life and teetering conflict.As if in a dream borne aloft, hundreds more dragons began to appear, majestic and fierce, emerging from the shadows
Olivias povI raced through the tunnels with a sense of urgency so intense it felt like a physical force pushing me onward. My breaths were ragged, each inhalation a struggle as I navigated the labyrinthine passages beneath the kingdom. My mind was a whirlwind, and though my plan was half-formed at best, I knew the dragons were my destination—their strength would be paramount in the battle to come.As I emerged into the dragon chamber, the oppressive air filled my lungs, heavy with the scent of fear and confinement. I couldn’t afford to hesitate, even as my heart pounded with the weight of what I was about to do. There they were, magnificent creatures tethered by chains, their eyes pools of ancient wisdom and unfathomable pain.The sight of the three guards was like a cold splash of reality, snapping my senses into sharp relief. The lead guard shouted, “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!” His voice echoed menacingly through the chamber, but I was beyond fear.Panicking would
Alexanders povThe moment we scaled the wall, chaos erupted like a storm unleashed upon the city. The guards, mere specks below, shouted commands in a futile attempt to contain the inevitable. Before anyone could react, a deafening roar sliced through the pandemonium, and the dragons descended, dark silhouettes against the dawn sky. Each dragon was a testament to terror and power, their scales shimmering with malice as they perched above the city. Fire erupted from their jaws, slicing through the air like molten spears, incinerating everything in their path. The city seemed to collapse inward upon itself, screams of horror mingling with the crackling of flames. Yet, amidst the chaos, my objective remained clear. I needed to reach the palace and confront Nicholas, ensuring he could never threaten Olivia or Sarah again. Victor and the others would search for them, but I would end this once and for all. As we pushed forward, defenders surged toward us, their weapons drawn with the con