Olivia's POVThe door creaked as I pushed it open, revealing Alexander seated on the floor with our children. Joy filled the room, a stark contrast to the worry inside me. His eyes flickered to mine, and I could see the weight of the message from the Elders already haunting him."Olivia," he articulated my name like an unspoken plea, and for a moment, everything else melted away.I forced a smile for the twins before turning my attention to Alexander. “Can we talk?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Alexander nodded, rising to his feet and gesturing for me to follow him out of the room. We walked in silence until we reached an empty corridor.“I'm coming with you and Victor to the city,” I blurted out.Alexander’s eyes widened in shock. “Olivia, you can’t. It’s too dangerous.”I shook my head, determination set in my gaze. “I can’t stay locked in this palace forever, Alexander. I need to be out there with you, with Victor. We face this together.”Just then, Victor rounded the co
Alexander's POVThe moment Olivia's feet touched the cobblestone streets of Werewolf Central City, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The City's energy seemed to pulse around us, its towering buildings and flickering lights a stark contrast to the quiet life she knew. Her eyes widened, taking in the grandeur and the teeming life of the place, and despite the tension gnawing at my heart, I couldn't help but admire her resilience."Welcome to Werewolf Central City," I said quietly, trying to mask my overwhelming concern beneath a thin veil of calm. "It's... overwhelming, isn't it?"Olivia nodded her expression a mixture of awe and fear. "It's unlike anything I could have imagined."Her voice was soft, but I could hear the tremor in it. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, to shield her from everything this city represented. But I knew that wasn't possible. She was here now, and I had to accept the risks."Listen, Olivia," I began, my tone more serious. "Victor and I need to meet with
Alexander's POVThe meeting crawled to an end, the Elders' words echoing in the vast hall long after they'd been spoken. I shook hands with Elder Cornelius, his grip firm yet weathered, and nodded to Elder David, who still wore a sceptical frown. The other Alphas filed out, their faces etched with a mix of determination and unease.Victor clapped me on the back, breaking my reverie. "Let's get this over with," he murmured, steering us towards the exit where the other Alphas were mingling.The hallway outside the meeting room was a blend of tradition and power, with tapestries that told the stories of our ancestors and their battles. The other Alphas—some familiar, others strangers—started to gather, and I could feel the tension coiling through the room like a living thing.Alpha Derek, always the first to make an impression, strolled over, his eyes gleaming with a hunger I knew all too well. "Alexander, Victor," he greeted us with a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Quite the su
Olivia's POVI stood by the window, mesmerised by a city that seemed to have leapt out of my wildest dreams. Neon lights painted the streets in colours I couldn't even name, a kaleidoscope that danced against the night sky. The towering buildings stretched upwards, their glass façades glinting like stars come to earth. It was a scene I'd only ever imagined, and the realisation that I was here, able to explore it, filled me with a thrill I hadn't felt in years.Yet beneath my excitement, I sensed it—that familiar tingling in my core. Aura stirred restlessly. Alexander was close. I turned around just as the door opened, and he stepped inside. His presence filled the room, making the air thick with unspoken emotions.“How was the meeting?” I began, but the words barely left my lips before he closed the distance between us, his eyes burning molten gold. He grabbed me, his hands firm yet gentle, and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was a hurricane of emotions—hunger, desperation, regret,
Olivia's POVMorning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room with a soft golden glow. As my eyes fluttered open, the weight of Alexander's arm draped over me served as a tangible reminder of last night. My emotions swirled like leaves in a gust of wind—confusion, passion, and an unsettling undercurrent of fear. I didn't know how to face what happened between us, let alone mention it to him.Quietly, I slipped out from under his arm, moving slowly to avoid waking him. Each step toward the bathroom felt like crossing a minefield of emotions. Once inside, I allowed myself a moment to breathe, staring at my own reflection as if it could provide the answers I desperately sought.A splash of cold water on my face did little to clear my muddled thoughts, but it was a start. When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Alexander awake, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken."Good morning," he said, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me
Alexander's POVThe voice that cut through the air was desperate and shrill. I turned just in time to see a woman sprint toward me, her face a mask of anguish and relief. She threw herself into my arms, clutching me like a lifeline. I staggered back a step, more from shock than her weight, and tried to steady myself. As I looked down at her, my world froze."Cassandra?" The name slipped out before I could fully process the thought. The resemblance was uncanny—same hair, same piercing green eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat reverberating through me like a drum. Cassandra, my first wife, who I’d thought dead for so long, stood before me. Every logical part of my mind screamed that this was impossible, but there she was, alive and very real.Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed against my chest. "It's really you," she murmured, looking up at me. "I’ve finally come back to you, Alexander."My mind reeled, and it took every ounce of self-control to steady my racing thought
Olivia's POVI had to get out of there. My legs moved like they had a mind of their own, each step taking me further away from the tangled mess behind me. Tears blurred my vision, but I wouldn't stop. I couldn’t cave in and become that scared, pathetic girl I once was. The wind was cold against my wet cheeks as I hurried through the bustling streets, desperate to shake off the image of Cassandra in Alexander's arms."Olivia, wait!" Alexander's voice pierced the chaos in my mind, but I pressed on. The sobs clawed their way out of my throat, each one wracking my body with a fresh wave of agony. Cassandra was dead—I saw her body. How could she be here now, throwing my life into disarray once more?Reaching the temporary haven where we'd were staying, all I wanted was to be alone in my room. Perhaps then, I could make sense of the whirlwind that I found myself in. I burst through the front door, my only thought to reach the room before anyone saw me. But I collided with a solid figure, arm
Alexander’s POVMy senses are attuned to every sound Olivia’s claim to meet new Alphas. Jealousy has eaten my heart. Every nerve in my body trembled to stop Olivia from doing this.I couldn't let her go—not after everything we had been through. My heart ached, craving the connection we had almost rekindled. It was as if the universe itself was conspiring to rip her away from me once more.But I also knew that I wasn't over Cassandra. Either she was my first wife, the love of my life, and here she was coming back into my life after I thought I would never see her again.Sitting at the bottom of the stairs, my head in my hands as I tried to wrap my head around everything that was going on. I waited for Olivia to come downstairs, praying she would talk to me.I heard her footsteps coming behind me, and I stood up fast, turning to face her. "Olivia, please," I began, my voice cracking slightly.But I noticed that she was carrying her suitcase.“You are leaving. Where did you go?"The fear o
The night hung heavy in the air, wrapping me in a cocoon of silence that accentuated my solitude. The portal had vanished, leaving the forest serene yet eerily empty. I turned in a slow circle, the towering trees surrounding me like silent sentinels guarding ancient secrets.All around me, shadows danced, cast by the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the underbrush. I shifted uneasily, my heightened senses picking up the subtle rustling of leaves and the whisper of unseen creatures moving in the dark. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as if the very air was charged with energy waiting to be unleashed.Then, a voice broke through the silence, clear and resonant, calling my name. "Alexander."I whirled around, my heart leaping in my chest as a figure stepped gracefully into a shaft of moonlight. Her hooded cloak flowed like water around her, and with a slow movement, she reached up and pulled the hood back. The sight of her sent a shock through me—a woman w
The soft crunch of leaves underfoot marked our journey through the dense forest. The symphony of chirping crickets and the faint rustle of nocturnal creatures created a haunting yet soothing backdrop. But my thoughts were far from the serenity surrounding us, caught instead in a relentless loop of urgency and frustration.Hours had slipped by since we began this trek, each passing hour a new knot of tension coiling within me. The sense of time slipping through my fingers like grains of sand was maddening. I cast a glance at Tinsley, her expression unreadable as she navigated the underbrush as though it understood her silent command.“Just a little further,” she murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance that erased none of my impatience. It wasn't enough. The thought of Olivia and our children, their lives tethered to the whims of a tyrant, burned in my mind like a branding iron.“Tinsley,” I barked, the restraint in my voice unravelling. “If I shift into my wolf form, I can carry you.
Alexander's POV The sun hung low as I approached the palace gates, an ominous silence filling the air. There, waiting with a posture that promised a steadfast determination, stood Tinsley. Her silver hair caught the fading light, a beacon against the encroaching dusk. “Are you ready to make this journey to the magical land?” she asked, her voice both soothing and filled with the gravity of the impending quest. Her words resonated with the weight of destiny and the urgency of our plight. I nodded, the resolve firm within me, though uncertainty lingered like a shadow at the edge of my thoughts. Just as we began to move forward, a familiar voice shattered the fragile calm. “Daddy, wait!” Liam’s voice reached me like a lifeline, pulling me back from the precipice. I spun around to see my son running toward me, his little legs moving with desperate urgency. My heart clenched painfully, each beat echoing with his cries. Lidia trailed behind, her voice gentle but firm as she called, “Li
Olivias povI moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me. The passage narrowed, its cold stone brushing against my arms as if ushering me onward. I heard more voices then, a soft scuffle mingling with the breeze that funnelled through the maze. Despite the chill, determination warmed my skin and coaxed courage from my bones. Ahead, a glow illuminated the gloom—a flickering light that pushed back the shado
Olivias pov We began our descent, a part of me wished this ride could last forever. Eventually, Pyrrhus landed softly in a secluded courtyard, his scales catching the last rays of the setting sun.Elijah slid down first, turning to offer his hand to help me dismount. I took it, feeling the warmth from his touch lingering even after my feet touched the ground. I walked around the front of Pyrrhus and patted him gently on the head.“Thank you, Pyrrhus,” I whispered, the dragon’s eyes reflecting understanding and acknowledgment before he curled into a rest.The walk back to my chambers felt longer than it should have. We finally arrived at my door. As I turned to face him, his eyes bore into mine, a flicker of something unsaid reflecting deep within them.Taking my hand, he brought it to his lips, his breath warm and gentle against my skin. “Thank you for trusting me, Olivia,” he murmured, his voice almost husky. “I had an amazing time with you.”A knot formed in my chest. Something in
Olivias pov Sitting on the bed, my heart was filled with worry for Sarah. The sound of the door being unlocked snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up right as the door started to open. I readied myself for another meeting with King Nicholas, but instead, in walked his son.“Good morning, Olivia.” he greeted me as he bowed his head to me. I sat there silent, my mind still swirling. Elijah’s presence did little to ease the pounding in my chest. His politeness was almost unsettling in the midst of everything else.“Elijah,” I acknowledged tersely.He offered me a soft smile, one that tried to reassure me. It did nothing to pierce the dread hanging over me. “I thought a tour of the palace and a ride around the kingdom might lift your spirits today.”I hesitated. “I don’t think I’m in the mood.”He looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment that seemed to come from a deeper place. “I understand. But maybe some fresh air and a change of scenery will do you good. For now, let me
Alexander's POVMy mind whirred with thoughts half-formed, worries and strategies crisscrossing in a tangled web. I moved briskly, packing essentials, etching Tinsley’s instructions into my memory. But I knew I couldn’t leave without seeing Liam one last time.I found Liam sitting in the garden, his eyes staring down at his hands in his lap. Linda was sitting next to him, watching his every move. I could tell he wanted to cry. He missed his mother and sister but was trying to be brave. My heart ached for him, and I wished I could take his pain away. Walking slowly towards him, I called out his name. “Liam,” his eyes meant mine, and a smile grew on his face. “Daddy,” he said as he stood up and came towards me. I picked him up, holding him close to me. For a moment, we stood there in silence, the weight of the situation threatening to crush me whole. But I couldn’t let him see my fear. “Listen, buddy,” I began, my voice soft but firm, “I have to go now, but I’m going to bring Mummy a
Alexander's POVThe guard’s words slammed into me like a jolt of electricity. I straightened up instantly, my breath catching as hope flickered in the depths of my exhaustion. "Bring her in," he commanded, his voice steadier than I felt.Seconds stretched into an agonising eternity until the door opened again. And in walked a lady. She paused in the doorway, her eyes wide with the weight of her message. Recognition sparked in my mind; she was the one who had guided us out of the treacherous forest. Her presence brought both a rush of hope and an undertow of dread.“Where is Olivia and Sarah!” I demanded. She stepped inside, eyes darting around the room, assessing the situation. Her expression remained solemn as she gravitated toward me, her hands clasped in front of her as if in prayer."Alexander, Victor," she began, her voice a mixture of urgency and sorrow. "My name is Tinsely, and I am bringing news about Olivia and your daughter, Sarah.""Tell us," Victor pressed, the tension i
Alexanders povThe world around me was a blur when I woke up, my body heavy and head throbbing with a pain that seemed to reverberate through my entire being. Darkness curled at the edges of my vision, but through the haze, I realised I was in a small, unfamiliar room. Panic surged through me, and I bolted upright, immediately regretting the swift motion as dizziness threatened to pull me back under."where am I?" I croaked out, my voice raw from disuse. I glanced around, taking in the clinical white walls and the beeping monitors next to my bed. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a cold, harsh light on the room.A figure moved in the corner of the room, drawing my attention. It was a woman in a nurse's uniform, her face lined with concern as she stepped closer, making soothing motions with her hands."Easy now, Alexander," she said, her voice steady and calm. "You've been through a lot. You need to rest.""Rest?" I echoed, incredulous. "How long... how long have I been here?