Kylian's POV "I've told you many times, Oliver. The answer is no." I put my phone on speaker and tossed it on the bed, letting out an exasperated sigh. As I lay where Della once did, gazing out the tiny window of her bedroom, I felt a deep sense of regret. I was still frozen in time, stuck in the
"Margot and Flora took your invitation," Henry finally admitted. "What? In what world would they be permitted to do such a thing? That invitation was addressed to me, the Alpha!" "My apologies, but Flora claimed that they were your orders." "And my Beta was such a fool that he didn’t even bother
The moment I walked in the door, her scent only became more potent as it enveloped me. As I followed the scent, I scanned the ballroom and admired the decor. The stately chambers had been transformed into a paradise of flowers and iridescent bubbles floating high above. White and pink lace hung in
The Lycan King turned to look at his daughter with a look of relief on his face. "Starting today, I will slowly include my daughter in the kingdom’s affairs. Alphas, I wish for you to actively cooperate with her as you would me. Inform your Betas of this as well. With her privacy in mind, I hope yo
"This was what you chose, Alpha Kylian," Della coldly stated. I hated the way she addressed me, saying my name as if she only knew me as the Dark Moon Alpha. A tinge of sadness spread through my chest as I thought back to all those times she called out to me, her tone soft and loving, but no longer
"Stop it. I can tell when you’re lying. It’s written all over your face," she retorted viciously, rolling her eyes and taking two steps back to keep her distance. "If you had just told me from the start that you wouldn’t let me stand by your side any more when you find your fated mate, I never would
Della's POV Since that welcome dinner, I have never seen Kylian again and had a very happy few days at Lycan Castle. I just finished taking care of the garden and sat on the sofa to enjoy my coffee when I heard Fae's voice- "Della, you need to see this!" "What's going on?" I asked. "That wicked
I hung up and saw Jackson sitting on the sofa, chatting with Fae. Every time I looked at Jackson, I couldn't help but be struck by his mesmerizing presence. With his long legs stretched out before him and his slender fingers delicately holding onto the paperwork, he exuded an aura of quiet confiden