Genevieve's POV:As I gazed at Casey, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my accomplishment. She had executed the plan flawlessly, seamlessly taking on the identity of Aurelia. "You've done an outstanding job, Casey. Your performance as Aurelia has been exceptional," I praised her, a glimmer of excitement in my eyes.Casey beamed at my words. "Thank you, Genevieve. I owe everything to you for saving my life. From now on, my life is yours, and I'll do whatever you need," she said with unwavering loyalty.A smile played on my lips as I felt the power of having someone so devoted to me. "I'm glad to have you on my side, Casey. With your help, we can reshape the pack in our favor," I replied, my voice tinged with excitement.Curious about how deep the deception went, I asked Casey if anyone had raised suspicions about her being an imposter. "Has anyone shown any doubt about you not being Aurelia?" I inquired."No, Genevieve," she replied confidently. "Everyone believes I am her,
Dylan's POV:I couldn't believe it, Aurelia was dead. It just didn't make sense. How could someone as vibrant and full of life as her be gone? And to make matters worse, my mom had found someone to impersonate her, poisoning Alpha Dante, who was the real Aurelia's mate. This was all just a cruel scheme to tarnish Aurelia's name and frame her for a crime she didn't commit. Now everyone in our neighboring pack would think she was the culprit.Feeling overwhelmed, I knew I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. I needed to confide in someone I could trust. My dad or Danciana, the doctor from the neighboring pack, came to mind. But telling my dad could put him in danger too, so I decided to talk to Danciana. She was a kind-hearted and trustworthy person, and I hoped she could help me figure this out.But then my mum approached me for a talk. As the confrontation with my mother, Genevieve, unfolded, I could feel the weight of her deception bearing down on me. It hurt to see the woman wh
As I sat in the restaurant, my thoughts were swirling with conflicting emotions. I couldn't believe how fortunate I was that Genevieve had managed to remove Aurelia from our lives. Her disappearance meant that Alpha Dante, her mate, would now be mine, as it should be. I had loved him first, long before Aurelia came into the picture. But I couldn't share these thoughts with Dylan; he'd misunderstand them completely.Dylan looked at me curiously, his eyes searching for an answer. "What are you thinking about, Danciana?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.I decided to deflect his question, not wanting to reveal my true intentions just yet. "Oh, it's nothing. Just pondering about Aurelia's sudden disappearance," I replied casually.Dylan frowned slightly, clearly not satisfied with my response. "I can't believe she's gone," he sighed, "Do you think it's possible that she's still alive?"I knew I had to play along with his optimism, even if it was against my desires. "Well, as long a
Aurelia's Point Of ViewAs I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped in darkness, confined within a cage. Panic surged through me as I attempted to move, but my body refused to respond. Helplessness consumed me, and I wished desperately that I could vocalize my distress. I pounded on the bars of the cage, hoping someone would hear and come to my aid.Trying to piece together how I ended up in this dire situation, memories of my conversation with Alpha Dante surfaced. I had written to him, expressing my eagerness to cook for him, and he graciously accepted my request. As I entered the kitchen to prepare his meal, I encountered Vivian, the previous cook for Alpha Dante. She shared insights into his culinary preferences and offered to guide me in preparing his favorite dish.I vaguely recall cooking alongside Vivian, learning from her expertise, but my memory becomes hazy after that. It seems I might have suffered a blow to the head, which could explain my current predicament. How
Danciana's Point Of ViewI sat in my dimly lit office, the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily on my mind. My heart ached with the need to know, to find out if Aurelia was still out there somewhere, alive and well. The past had been a labyrinth of secrets and betrayal, and the only way to navigate through it was by keeping a watchful eye on Genevieve, Dylan's mother. She held the key to the truth I sought, but for that, I needed Dylan's cooperation.With a sigh, I reached for my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed Dylan's number. The seconds stretched into an eternity, and then finally, his voice broke through the silence. "Hello?""Dylan, it's Danciana," I began, my tone measured but urgency lacing my words. "There's something important I need to discuss with you. Can we meet?"A brief pause hung in the air, followed by a hesitant response. "I'm swamped with work right now, Danciana. But I'll let you know when I'm free.""I understand," I replied, disappointment tugging
Danciana's Point Of View I forgot that I told Dylan to call me until I saw his missed calls. I told him for Dante that I will take my leave now. Alpha don't attempt me for answering to his call. I rushed out of Dante's room and went back to my office.I dialed the Island and he answered the call. "Hey, Danciana, you finally decided to answer, huh?" Dylan's voice was a mix of playfulness and relief."Yeah, sorry about that. It's been a busy day," I replied, trying to sound composed."No worries. Listen, I found a nice restaurant where we can talk. I think you'll like it," Dylan said with enthusiasm.Curiosity sparked within me. "Oh? Where is it?""It's called Finland's Bar," he said.Finland's Bar? That name rang a bell. "That sounds interesting," I said, my interest growing."I thought you might like it. The address is 123 Oakwood Street," he informed me."Got it. I'll head there soon," I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips."Don't keep me waiting too long, alright?
Danciana's Point Of ViewAs I made my way back to the hospital, a sense of urgency gripped me. The news of a new patient rushed into the hospital had piqued my curiosity, and I knew that my duty as a nurse called for my immediate attention. Stepping through the bustling corridors, I caught the concerned glances exchanged between my colleagues, a testament to the gravity of the situation.Just as I entered the main hallway, a nurse with a brisk stride approached me. Her eyes held a mix of relief and urgency, and her voice was quick but composed as she said, "Danciana, we're glad you're here. It's a pack warrior – brought in a short while ago." I nodded, acknowledging the urgency in her voice, and followed her lead as she guided me towards the designated ward.Inside the ward, the atmosphere was tense. The scent of antiseptics hung in the air, and the soft beeping of monitors underscored the seriousness of the situation. My eyes locked onto the bed in the center, where the new patient l
Dylan's Point Of ViewThe doubts swirled within me like a tempestuous storm, each thought crashing against the shores of my consciousness. Danciana's suspicions about Aurelia being alive gnawed at me, echoing the very uncertainties I had been grappling with. Could it be true? Could Aurelia really have survived? And if so, was my own mother, Genevieve, concealing this knowledge from me?As I navigated the winding road, the tension within me was palpable. My grip on the steering wheel tightened with every passing moment, my mind replaying Danciana's words over and over again. She had mentioned the possibility of my mother's involvement in this enigmatic scenario. But how could I fathom such a revelation? My own mother, who had tearfully informed me of Aurelia's demise, now potentially keeping her existence hidden?The ache in my chest intensified as I trailed my mother's car discreetly, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribcage. And then, a jolt of panic struck me as the traffic