Victor's face softened slightly, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes. "She is alive," he said finally. "But she is not in a good way."I let out the breath I was holding, relief flooding through me at Victor's words. "Can I see her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Victor's expression hardened once again as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Alexander," he replied. "But I can't allow that. Fay will have no visitors until we know what is wrong with her and we find the person who attacked her.""What can I do to help?" I asked, desperation creeping into my tone.Victor's gaze bore into mine, his eyes cold and calculating. "Find the person responsible for this," he said firmly. "Bring them to me so they can be punished accordingly."I nodded, determination coursing through me as I stood up straighter. "Consider it done," I declared.I turned to Ethan, who was already at my side. "Find them," I instructed him. "And bring them to me."Ethan nodded in understanding before rushin
Olivia's povThe medication they gave wore off fast, and the pain came rushing back in waves, each one more intense than the last. It felt as though my head would explode at any minute. Tears streamed down my face as I winched in pain, gripping onto the bed as if it were the only thing holding me here. “Please make it stop”, I begged again.The doctors began giving me stronger and stronger medication, trying everything to stop the pain. Some would give me a few seconds of relief, where others did nothing at all. Everything they tried failed. Victor stood by my bedside, his face etched with worry and frustration. The doctor spoke softly to him, their words barely reaching my ears as I focused on trying to breathe through the agony."We need to figure this out soon," the doctor said, concern lacing his voice. "The medications are becoming less effective, and if we don't find a solution, she may not make it."Victor sighed heavily, sinking down into the chair next to me. He ran a hand th
Alexanders povThe sounds of Fay's screams filled the palace. I couldn't take it anymore. Her pain was like a physical weight on my chest, crushing me with each agonising cry.I paced the room, fists clenched in frustration and anger. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing while Fay suffered. I had to be there for her. She needed me.I made my way to Fay's room. As I approached her door, I could hear her screams growing louder and more desperate. It was like a knife twisting in my gut, knowing she was in such agony.Leaning against the wall outside her room, I closed my eyes and whispered a silent plea for Fay's pain to end. The sound of footsteps approaching made me push myself off the wall, and I opened my eyes to see the doctors emerging from her chamber.My heart pounded in my chest as I watched them leave, leaving me alone with the haunting sounds of Fay's suffering.I took a deep breath, reading myself. I knew I had to look strong going into that room. I reached out and grasped
"She's okay", the doctor yelled from behind Victor.The doctor's words went unheard by Victor. I could tell by the look on his face that he was so consumed by rage that nothing was going to stop him from attacking me. As he stood over me, his fist ready, I braced myself for the impact.But just as Victor's rage reached its peak, a voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Victor, stop."I looked up to see Fay sitting up in her bed. Victor froze at her words, his fist still suspended in mid-air inches away from my face."I'm okay," Fay continued. "He didn't hurt me. He stopped the pain."Victor turned around to look at his sister, his expression softening as he took in the sight of his now healthy sister. Without another word, he rushed over to Fay's side, leaving me lying on the ground.I picked myself off the ground, dusting off my clothes and getting ready to leave the room, now that fay was okay i didn't think she would want me here."How did he do it?" Victor asked."I don't kn
Olivia's pov“We can't trust him to be left alone with her.” Allen's voice became louder and more desperate as Victor, Alexander, and Allen spoke about what needed to be done to keep me healthy. “This was a peaceful kingdom before he came along.”I could feel the tension in the room as Allen voiced her concerns about Alexander being near me. I knew he was just trying to protect me like he has always done.Victor tried to calm Allen down, reminding him that Alexander being close to me was only temporary and as soon as they could work out what was wrong and how to stop my pain. I could sense Alexander's frustration as he stood silently, his jaw clenched tight. I reached out for his hand, needing the comfort of his touch to soothe my aching head.I watched as Allen paced back and forth, his fists clenched in frustration. Victor stood up from his chair and placed a calming hand on Allen's shoulder."Listen, I understand your concerns," Victor said soothingly. "But we have to trust Alexan
The only thing that has helped with my pain has been being close to Alexander. As much as I hate it, I am thankful to him for staying by my side all the time. We walked through the palace halls, Alexander walking a few steps behind me as we made our way to the front of the palace, where Victor and the others were waiting for us so we could go to the funeral for the murdered maid. Victor had told me that he didn't think it was a good idea for me to go, but I had convinced him that it would be worse if I didn't. As we approach the spot where I was attacked, a sudden scent hits my nose. Rosemary. I stopped dead in my tracks, and I closed my eyes, letting my mind go back to that day.I heard footsteps approaching from behind, and Aura growled, telling me she sensed danger. I turn around just as someone lunges at me. I fight back with all I have. Something falls to the ground, making my attacker try to grab whatever it is as they do. I reach for the mask that they are wearing to rip it f
Olivia's POVAll the pack members had come to the funeral to pay their respects. We took our seats at the front of the ceremony. As the service continued, I started to feel a wave of dizziness wash over me. I tried to ignore it at first, but it only grew worse as time went on. Alexander must have noticed my discomfort because he leaned in and whispered, "Are you feeling okay, Fay?"I shook my head slightly, trying to brush off his concern. "I'm fine," I murmured back, forcing a weak smile. I didn't want the poor maid's funeral to be turned into something about me, even if she did have something to do with the attempted poisoning of Lidia. Something told me that there was something more to it.But as the dizziness continued to get worse, I knew I needed to get out of there and get some fresh air. I stood up, causing a few heads to turn in my direction. Alexander quickly followed suit and guided me outside.As we stepped out of the building, the cool night air hit me like a refreshing w
I stepped down from the carriage, rushing towards the man, ignoring Alexander's calls from behind me. "Move! Get out of the way!" I shouted at the pack members blocking my path, pushing past them with determination. I could feel Alexander's presence behind me, trying to catch up and stop me, but I couldn't let anything stand in my way of helping this man.As I knelt down next to him, I could see the fear and pain in his eyes. His breathing was laboured, and his hands were trembling. I reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder, offering what little comfort I could in that moment."Stay with me," I whispered softly, trying to reassure him.Victor's voice echoed through the town centre. "Fay, what are you doing?"I glanced over my shoulder briefly, meeting Alexander's worried eyes, before turning my attention back to the man in front of me. "He needs help," I said simply, my focus unwavering.With gentle hands, I inspected the wound on his head, assessing the severity of his injuri
Olivia's POVThe tension in the room thickened as Cole spoke, his words carrying the weight of a disturbing revelation. "Two of our pack members were on their way here a few days ago with gifts for your victory celebration, but they never arrived. When we got word that they hadn’t made it, we sent out people to search for them." His voice faltered for a moment as if the next words weighed heavily on him. "What we found was not what we had hoped. One of them was dead, the other missing, and the carriage was gone."A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t bear to hear this. The situation was growing more dire than I’d imagined."Two days ago, we found the carriage," Cole continued, his gaze hardening as he recalled the grim discovery. "It wasn’t far from here. And this morning, we found the other missing pack member."My heart pounded in my chest. "Where did you find him?" I asked, my voice almost whispering, desperate for any hope.Cole's gaze flickered to the others before he spoke again
Olivia's POVThe sun had barely risen, but the kingdom was already alive with energy. The grand celebration for our victory was being planned for that evening, and every pack was invited to join in the festivities. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation.I had just finished speaking with Ethan about his proposal to Lidia. His nerves were apparent, but I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He was nervous, but I knew he was ready. Before I walked away, I placed a gentle hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring smile."Don’t forget," I said softly, "when I say I’d like to thank my sister, that’s your cue."Ethan nodded, his expression shifting to one of determination. "I won’t forget. Everything will be perfect."I gave him a quick nod before heading toward Alexander’s office. As I walked through the corridors, I caught sight of the triplet alphas—Cole, Casper, and Carlson—along with their shared mate. They greeted me warmly, offering hugs and smiles."It’s good to see you
Olivia's POVThe ceremony had come to an end, and the officiant's voice rang out, full of warmth and joy. "You may now kiss your mate."For a long moment, Alexander and I stood there, neither of us moving. Our eyes met a deep, silent understanding passing between us. The world outside the two of us felt distant—almost irrelevant. It was as if time itself had paused, giving us this moment to just be, to finally breathe, to finally have each other completely.And then, as though it was inevitable, Alexander leaned in, his breath warm against my lips. His eyes never left mine, and in them, I saw everything I had ever hoped for—the love we'd both fought for, the bond that had only grown stronger over time.His lips were soft when they first touched mine, and I felt my heart flutter, a thousand emotions rushing through me. But then he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the side of my face as he pulled me closer. I responded instantly, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him as
Olivia's POVMy heart raced as I took in the sight of the garden, the flowers a stunning blend of colours beneath the glowing moonlight. Every detail had been crafted with care, each petal, each whisper of the breeze, all speaking of the love that had brought us here. But none of it mattered more than the man standing before me.Adjusting the dress that flowed around me like liquid silk. Victor and Allen flanked me, both looking incredibly proud and supportive, but their presence felt like a blur, fading in comparison to the figure at the end of the aisle: Alexander.When my eyes met his, everything else melted away. The crowd, the world—everything faded until only he remained. There he was, waiting for me, his face a mixture of longing and awe. My heart swelled with emotions that couldn’t be put into words. No part of me felt nervous. Everything just felt right.For so long, I had fought the love that bloomed between us, but tonight, under the stars and in the presence of our family,
Alexander's POVI stood before the mirror, adjusting the pristine cuffs of my shirt, the faintest tremor of nervousness threatening to disrupt the calm exterior I fought so hard to maintain. My reflection stared back at me—sharp jawline, hair perfectly styled, the weight of responsibility etched in my gaze. But beyond the Alpha that I am, I saw the man who was about to marry the woman of his dreams for the second time, but this time, I would not take her for granted. I would treat her the way that I should have from the start.My chest tightened as I ran a hand over the collar of my suit. Everything was perfect. The flowers, the guests, the setting. But all I could focus on was the one thing that had eluded me for far too long—the realisation that this was the life I had always wanted yet failed to see for long, and I hated myself for that.A soft knock at the door drew my attention, and I turned to see Ethan standing in the doorway, his usual confidence absent, replaced by something
Olivia's povThe shop door chimed softly as we entered. The dressmaker, a kind older woman with an eye for detail and warmth to match, greeted us with a beaming smile. Bolts of exquisite fabrics lined the walls, their colours are vibrant, each one telling its own tale. I knew the one I held within my heart today—a tale of love, resilience, and hope.Lidia followed me closely, her earlier doubts seeming to melt away amid the excitement of the shop. "I’ve been waiting for this," she confessed softly, leaning closer as she took in the palatial display of elegant gowns. "Getting to see you in your wedding dress is like a dream."We approached the mirrored dais, where an array of wedding dresses awaited—each one a masterpiece of lace and silk and dreams sewn into reality. As I stepped upon the dais, emotions welled within me, teetering precariously on a tide of sentiment and expectation. I reached for a gown gently, fingers trailing over the delicate beadwork, feeling the promise imbued w
Olivia's povI knew Ethan was trying to muster his courage. His hands trembled slightly as he thumbed the edges of the box, cooling his earlier confidence. Finally, he opened the box, revealing a stunning ring. The large moonstone at its centre caught the light, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to shimmer with life."Olivia, this ring has been in my family for hundreds of years," Ethan said, his voice tinged with reverence and nerves. The raw honesty in his eyes touched me deeply.“It’s beautiful," I murmured, genuinely captivated by the artifact's majesty and the legacy it represented.Ethan went red-cheeked, the usual bravado he donned so effortlessly slipping away. "I was wondering if you would…" He paused, his words stumbling over one another like a landslide. I waited, offering him patience and a soft smile of reassurance.After a moment, he cleared his throat and started again. "I mean, I'm here to ask for Lidia's hand in marriage. I haven't seen Victor yet, but he'll under
alexanders povThe anticipation that pulsed through my veins was far stronger than any battle I'd waged, any beast I'd fought. Tonight was the night Olivia and I would affirm what we already knew in our hearts: that we were meant to be together. Our bond had withstood countless trials, and now it would be sealed under the moonlight with the people we loved.Despite the day’s beauty, echoes of concern lingered. Red flags flew in my mind every time I thought of Reed. His absence was like a splinter under my skin—a constant irritation that could not be ignored. But tonight was not about him. Tonight was about Olivia, about our family, and about the life we were building together.The palace was bustling with excitement. People flitted about, preparing for the evening’s festivities. I had instructed everyone to keep the atmosphere relaxed yet festive. Even though she opted for a simple ceremony, Olivia deserved a night filled with joy and laughter.Maneuvering through the busy rooms, I fi
**Olivia's POV**I took a breath, the pleasant scent of roses filling my nose. The garden was alive with nature's symphony, a perfect backdrop for what could be the most significant day of my life. Alexander had already set to arranging everything needed for our moonlit wedding. Tonight would be magic.I left the garden, excitement twirling within me as I ventured toward the dressmaker to see if she had anything that I could wear tonight with such short notice. I noticed there was no time for me to have something made, but I didn't care. The dress was not important; marrying my mate was the only thing that mattered. My footsteps echoed softly off the cobblestone path, each step a rhythmic countdown to becoming Alexander’s wife.As I approached, the gentle hum of early morning activity filled the air. People were setting up stalls for the evening's festival, laughter mingling with the scents of freshly baked goods. We hadn’t had a true celebration in so long; spirits were high, and eve