My grandmother. She looked so kind and caring, but I also had so many questions. Like why now? After all these years, why come and find me now? How did she know I was here? This was so messed up for me. My whole mind was about to burst with unprocessed information. “Come on now, let’s go for a walk. We can talk.” She said, and I looked to Alex for assurance. He gave me a nod and took my hand. We went out to the main grounds, where it was peaceful, there were not many others around, and Alex led us to a small patioed area with deck chairs and a table with an umbrella to shield us from the burning sunshine. The birds chirping away in the treetops and the distant sound of children playing in the play area made me smile. “Let me start by saying I am sorry for the sudden intrusion. My name is Ethel. You are my granddaughter; my daughter is your mother. Many years ago now, you were just a baby, and you were taken from us.” She started to say.

I was still processing everything in my mind when I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my wet body. I then wrapped a towel around my wet hair and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I felt so lucky that I was no longer at that horrible pack house chasing after everyone else’s wants and needs—no more cleaning and worrying about when I would next get a meal or a beating. Alex was the most fantastic mate that I could ever want. He was my best friend growing up, and I hated when he was taken from me, but I thanked the moon goddess that he had come back to me and saved my life. The thought of him being paired with Eliza as chosen mates made me want to throw up; she did not deserve him. He was mine. The fact that my grandmother had appeared out of nowhere and I was being told all these things about my past made me full of many questions. Those that I had believed to be my parents? Who were they? Had they been the ones w

Victoria’s POV I woke up in bed wondering how I got there. I did not recall anything. My mind was just like a blank canvas. The door was knocked, causing me to jump out of my skin. “Good morning, beautiful Victoria. How are you doing?” Alex. I laid back in the bed and felt my body at ease as I realised it was him. He made me feel safe. I liked to be around him. “What happened?” I frowned as he came over and gently touched my forehead. I felt nothing but realised a plaster was across my head. “You fainted, and your head hit the ground. The doctor said that you were going to be just fine. Victoria, do you recall the conversation beforehand?” He rested his eyes on me and pursed his lips together, waiting for me to respond. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. “No, I don’t remember?” I sighed, wishing that I could remember whatever it was that he was talking to me about. “Ok, let me explain.” He took my hands in his an

Victoria’s POV I woke up with a start and realised I was surrounded by darkness, reaching for the lamp on my bedside table. I was shocked to find it not there and toppled out of bed, causing a harsh growl from the other side. Alex? It did not sound like him, and it certainly did not smell like him. Panic began to set in, and my mouth went dry as a desert. Where was I? I hoped and prayed that I was not back in that horrible pack house that Alex had rescued me from. He was my mate. My hero. “Get back into that bed.” I heard an unfamiliar voice demanding of me and then footsteps as he exited the bed and came to my side. I was still lying on the floor, trying to understand what was happening to me. Then I felt two big strong arms pulling me up, and I was thrown back onto the bed as tears started to brim up in my eyes. I had no idea who this was and why I was there. Alex was

Eliza’s POV That stupid grandmother of Victoria. Meddling old bag. She had to poke her nose in and try and destroy my plans; nope, I was not going to allow that to happen. Who did she think that she was? Well, I would soon get her out of the way forever. Luckily my good friends had helped me to trick the silly out bat, and now she was temporarily out of the way. My friend Shane knew some crazy wizards who would do anything for a bit of money. Silly fools. I was not quite sure what I would do with her yet, but for now, she was not a problem. Suppose it wasn’t for her getting in the way. None of this crap would’ve happened. She is the one to blame, after all. Alex just needed to be reminded that I was his better choice. Not some scabby lower-than-low tramp like Victoria. What could she possibly offer someone? She was nothing, whereas I was perfect. With my looks, my high rank of being the daughter of an influential and well-