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
Alexander’s POVAs I approached the room to check on Cassandra, I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open. There she was, Cassandra, the ghost of my past, sitting on the bed. My breath caught in my throat—she was a vision, yet different. Her hair, once vibrant and full of life, now hung limply around her face. Her eyes, however, still held that familiar fire. I had to clear my throat to get her to notice me."Alexander," she said softly, turning around to look at me. For a moment, time stood still. "Oh, how I've missed you." She stood up, her steps tentative as she moved toward me.I lifted a hand to stop her. "Wait, Cassandra. How... How is this even possible? We thought you were dead."Cassandra halted, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I wasn't dead, Alexander. Someone faked my death. They held a grudge against you and captured me to hurt you.”Tears started to fall from her eyes. “They wanted to hurt you, Alexander, and I knew that I had to do something, so when I w