Alexander's POV The walls of Victor's castle loomed taller as we approached. I wasn't meant to be returning with Olivia, but the thought of being separated from her and the children was unbearable. My kingdom could wait; my heart could not. As soon as we stepped inside, Victor's eyes locked on mine. I could tell that he knew about Olivia and me's agreement to be together. "Alpha Alexander," he called, motioning for me to follow. His voice was calm, but I could sense the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. Word gets around fast in packs, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he confronted me about Olivia. Olivia looked up at me, smiling, but I could still see the worried look in her eyes. “I'll go check on the twins,” she said as she squeezed my hand before letting go and leaving. I followed Victor into his office, and the door shut behind us with a heavy thud. The room was dimly lit, only the late afternoon sun casting shadows through the window. Victor wal
Olivia's POV A week has passed since Alexander's heartfelt proposal, and I couldn't be happier. The twins have loved every second of having Alexander around, and seeing them happy has made my heart fuller. But I still need to tell him about being a hybrid. I've been trying to figure out how to do it. The thought of revealing it to him scares me. What if he sees me differently? What if he can't accept our children and me for what we truly are? I shake off the fears and remind myself that honesty is key to our relationship's success, and I wanted this to work so there couldn't be any secrets between us. The sun dapples the garden with patches of light, and the twins' laughter echoes around us as they play chase with Alexander. Watching them try to tackle Alexander to the ground brings a smile to my face. I'm amazed at just how fast he fits into being a dad and how they have taken to him. “Catch me!” Liam yells as he runs past Alexander, and Sarah clings to his leg. Alexander's lau
Olivia's POV Once Sarah has calmed down, I realise the urgency of the moment. Alexander needs answers, and I have to provide them. I whisper softly to Sarah, “Go inside with Liam, sweetheart. The maid will take care of you.” Her tear-streaked face looks up at me, still unsure but trusting. I wave at our maid, who quickly ushers the children inside. As the door closes behind them, a heavy silence lingers in the air. My heart pounds so hard that I wonder if Alexander could hear it, too. This is it. There’s no going back. “Alexander,” I begin, my throat dry and my voice shaky. “I... I’m a hybrid. And so are the children. We're half-wolf and half-dragon.” For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. I could almost see his mind working, trying to make sense of what he just witnessed and what I just confessed. “I... I didn’t know,” Alexander finally says, his voice hushed and thick with emotion. “You’re a hybrid... a wolf and a dragon? How is that e
Alexander's POV I was shocked by what she said to me, but it didn't scare me or make me see her differently; if anything, it made me see her as stronger. It was a lot to take in. I had always believed that dragons were just things in bedtime stories, not real, and if I hadn't seen Sarah breathe fire with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. Olivia led me to the library. I told her that I needed to know everything that she knew so I could help her and the children with this. “These were my mother's,” she explained as she pointed to diaries sitting on the desk in the library. Her voice tinged with both reverence and sorrow. “She documented everything about her life, from meeting my father to understanding her dragon heritage.” Watching her trace the worn cover of one diary with delicate fingers, I felt an overwhelming sense of awe. Olivia, this incredible woman who carried the weight of two worlds on her shoulders, is now opening up her past to me. She began to speak, weav
Olivia's POV In the days that followed, the twins and their new abilities pushed us to our limits. I had time to get used to the fact that our children were different, but poor Alexander was thrown right into it. He did amazing when he wasn't with the children. He was reading books, trying to learn as much as he could, not just for himself but for us. We stopped having anyone but ourselves look after the twins, and we couldn't risk others finding out about them and my secrets. Some days were normal, and we didn't have many problems besides from, and we didn't have many problems besides the usual toddler chaos and the scales that would appear on them. But other days, well, they were a test of everything Alexander and I thought we knew. One morning, as the children played in the living room, Sarah accidentally set one of her dolls ablaze. I rushed over quickly, putting it out, something that had been happening more often. "Sarah, sweetie, you need to control your breaths," I said ge
Olivia's POV The days turned into a blur of sleepless nights and anxious mornings, where every moment felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode with the twins' next unpredictable outburst. But amidst the chaos, a fragile sense of routine began to form, stitching together the threads of our new, complicated life. One afternoon, the sun shone with an almost mocking brightness, its cheerful rays at odds with the worry and fear inside. The twins were playing in the garden. Their giggles filled the air as they ran around chasing one another. Alexander had gone off to do something, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I watched over the children. "Catch me if you can!" Sarah's voice rang out, her laughter dancing on the wind. Liam, not one to be outdone, sprinted after her, his tiny legs moving as quickly as they could. “I’ll get you!” I smiled, feeling a rare moment of peace settle over me. These snippets of normalcy were precious. I leaned back into the wooden bench, trying to savou
King Nicholas's POV Moonlight slithered through the narrow, arched windows of my throne room, casting the cold stone walls in a sinister, silvery sheen. I leaned back on my throne, a wave of unease tightening its grip around my heart. It had been years since I felt something of this magnitude, a dark premonition that whispered of power and peril. The death and birth of dragons were as predictable to me as the cycles of the moon. Yet tonight, something extraordinarily vile had stirred. My gaze fell on the intricate crystal ball perched on a pedestal beside me, its surface shimmering malevolently. It held the presence of a new dragon. The vision held me in a thrall of dark fascination. Gradually, a figure began to coalesce within its depths—a young woman with blonde hair and features hauntingly familiar. I inhaled sharply. She was the spitting image of Everly. "Impossible," I hissed into the cold emptiness of the room, my voice echoing off the high stone walls like a malevolent spiri
Olivia's POVIn the best Royal Hospital's delivery room, my sister, our Luna Queen, was giving birth to her baby. She had a perfect family and a perfect marriage. My mother clung to my father, and my sister's Beloved husband, Alexander, our Alpha, stood anxiously by the door, his fist clenched, praying for good news.And also me, Olivia Miller, a family member who seemed like an outsider. I stood a little away from them and leaned on the wall. During the long wait, my thoughts flew to some past bad memories.A red cigarette butt pressed hard against the top of my hand. I screamed out in agony, covering my arm as I stumbled and fell."Olivia, do you like the new scar?" My sister asked, looking at me with a smile.I don't say a word, looking down in silence. She snorted softly and left with her friend laughing.My sister had always been the most favoured one in the family. She earned all of the attention of my parents and even the whole pack while I was the invisible daughter of the fam
King Nicholas's POV Moonlight slithered through the narrow, arched windows of my throne room, casting the cold stone walls in a sinister, silvery sheen. I leaned back on my throne, a wave of unease tightening its grip around my heart. It had been years since I felt something of this magnitude, a dark premonition that whispered of power and peril. The death and birth of dragons were as predictable to me as the cycles of the moon. Yet tonight, something extraordinarily vile had stirred. My gaze fell on the intricate crystal ball perched on a pedestal beside me, its surface shimmering malevolently. It held the presence of a new dragon. The vision held me in a thrall of dark fascination. Gradually, a figure began to coalesce within its depths—a young woman with blonde hair and features hauntingly familiar. I inhaled sharply. She was the spitting image of Everly. "Impossible," I hissed into the cold emptiness of the room, my voice echoing off the high stone walls like a malevolent spiri
Olivia's POV The days turned into a blur of sleepless nights and anxious mornings, where every moment felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode with the twins' next unpredictable outburst. But amidst the chaos, a fragile sense of routine began to form, stitching together the threads of our new, complicated life. One afternoon, the sun shone with an almost mocking brightness, its cheerful rays at odds with the worry and fear inside. The twins were playing in the garden. Their giggles filled the air as they ran around chasing one another. Alexander had gone off to do something, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I watched over the children. "Catch me if you can!" Sarah's voice rang out, her laughter dancing on the wind. Liam, not one to be outdone, sprinted after her, his tiny legs moving as quickly as they could. “I’ll get you!” I smiled, feeling a rare moment of peace settle over me. These snippets of normalcy were precious. I leaned back into the wooden bench, trying to savou
Olivia's POV In the days that followed, the twins and their new abilities pushed us to our limits. I had time to get used to the fact that our children were different, but poor Alexander was thrown right into it. He did amazing when he wasn't with the children. He was reading books, trying to learn as much as he could, not just for himself but for us. We stopped having anyone but ourselves look after the twins, and we couldn't risk others finding out about them and my secrets. Some days were normal, and we didn't have many problems besides from, and we didn't have many problems besides the usual toddler chaos and the scales that would appear on them. But other days, well, they were a test of everything Alexander and I thought we knew. One morning, as the children played in the living room, Sarah accidentally set one of her dolls ablaze. I rushed over quickly, putting it out, something that had been happening more often. "Sarah, sweetie, you need to control your breaths," I said ge
Alexander's POV I was shocked by what she said to me, but it didn't scare me or make me see her differently; if anything, it made me see her as stronger. It was a lot to take in. I had always believed that dragons were just things in bedtime stories, not real, and if I hadn't seen Sarah breathe fire with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. Olivia led me to the library. I told her that I needed to know everything that she knew so I could help her and the children with this. “These were my mother's,” she explained as she pointed to diaries sitting on the desk in the library. Her voice tinged with both reverence and sorrow. “She documented everything about her life, from meeting my father to understanding her dragon heritage.” Watching her trace the worn cover of one diary with delicate fingers, I felt an overwhelming sense of awe. Olivia, this incredible woman who carried the weight of two worlds on her shoulders, is now opening up her past to me. She began to speak, weav
Olivia's POV Once Sarah has calmed down, I realise the urgency of the moment. Alexander needs answers, and I have to provide them. I whisper softly to Sarah, “Go inside with Liam, sweetheart. The maid will take care of you.” Her tear-streaked face looks up at me, still unsure but trusting. I wave at our maid, who quickly ushers the children inside. As the door closes behind them, a heavy silence lingers in the air. My heart pounds so hard that I wonder if Alexander could hear it, too. This is it. There’s no going back. “Alexander,” I begin, my throat dry and my voice shaky. “I... I’m a hybrid. And so are the children. We're half-wolf and half-dragon.” For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. I could almost see his mind working, trying to make sense of what he just witnessed and what I just confessed. “I... I didn’t know,” Alexander finally says, his voice hushed and thick with emotion. “You’re a hybrid... a wolf and a dragon? How is that e
Olivia's POV A week has passed since Alexander's heartfelt proposal, and I couldn't be happier. The twins have loved every second of having Alexander around, and seeing them happy has made my heart fuller. But I still need to tell him about being a hybrid. I've been trying to figure out how to do it. The thought of revealing it to him scares me. What if he sees me differently? What if he can't accept our children and me for what we truly are? I shake off the fears and remind myself that honesty is key to our relationship's success, and I wanted this to work so there couldn't be any secrets between us. The sun dapples the garden with patches of light, and the twins' laughter echoes around us as they play chase with Alexander. Watching them try to tackle Alexander to the ground brings a smile to my face. I'm amazed at just how fast he fits into being a dad and how they have taken to him. “Catch me!” Liam yells as he runs past Alexander, and Sarah clings to his leg. Alexander's lau
Alexander's POV The walls of Victor's castle loomed taller as we approached. I wasn't meant to be returning with Olivia, but the thought of being separated from her and the children was unbearable. My kingdom could wait; my heart could not. As soon as we stepped inside, Victor's eyes locked on mine. I could tell that he knew about Olivia and me's agreement to be together. "Alpha Alexander," he called, motioning for me to follow. His voice was calm, but I could sense the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. Word gets around fast in packs, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he confronted me about Olivia. Olivia looked up at me, smiling, but I could still see the worried look in her eyes. “I'll go check on the twins,” she said as she squeezed my hand before letting go and leaving. I followed Victor into his office, and the door shut behind us with a heavy thud. The room was dimly lit, only the late afternoon sun casting shadows through the window. Victor wal
Olivia's POV Kneeling down on the ground, I gently placed the bouquet of flowers I had picked from the village when I left the miller's house on Cassandera’s grave. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the butterfly hairpin she had gifted me when we were children—one of the only kind things she had done to me. I held it in my hands for a second, running my finger over it as tears prickled my eyes. I placed it down with the flowers, hoping it would bring her peace.Closing my eyes, I let my memories wash over me—most of them were horrible and painful, but there were some that brought a smile to my face when we were young before she learnt to hate me. "Rest in peace, Cassandra," I whispered. "I'll always love you."Standing slowly, I wiped away a stray tear and took a deep breath. This was the final part of my past that I needed to let go of, and I made a promise to myself as I walked away from her grave that I would no longer hold on to the pain and suffering. I would no longer let t
Alexander's pov As I stood up there and announced Rebecca's fate, my voice echoed in the solemn hall. “I, Alpha Alexander, find you, Rebecca, guilty of the death of our late Luna Cassandra Miller and framing Olivia Miller for her death, as well as the crimes you committed in Alpha Victor's kingdom, and I sentence you to death by beheading.” The room was heavy with silence, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. Rebecca's eyes, once filled with deceit, now showed nothing but pure fear. I could feel the tension in the room as the sentence hung in the air. My gaze shifted to Olivia, standing in the corner, her face a mask of composed sorrow and a hint of relief. Her resilience never ceased to amaze me. Watching her as the guards took Rebecca away. Olivia turned and walked out, the hem of her dress dragging lightly across the floor. I wanted to follow her, to comfort her, but my feet felt rooted to the spot, responsibilities chaining me where I stood. Moments late