[Zeve’s POV] “No, wait! You said it was about Alpha’s condition. Please let me know what you wanted to say...” I held Zahir’s hand. I would take any hope, any cue, any help. I would do anything to help Amor. I held back my tears. It was no time to get overwhelmed and ruin everything. “I will act on my will now and will be completely responsible for all the consequences that come with it. Please excuse us,” I told Morfan and ushered Zahir to my room. “My lady, I can’t allow that.” Morfan said, earning a glared from me. “It is about Amor’s condition. If anything happens to him because of the delay you cause, I will report you to treason. Not as a luna, but as a part of public in the werewolf public council.” I never thought the political knowledge Amor had been feeding into my mind now and then would actually come in handy. Knowing my rights not just as a person with rank also as a commoner was a necessity in this world of complex politics. “That is a huge statement you are mak

[Zeve’s POV] It was funny how I wanted to hear his voice. A wish. It was just a simple wish to hear a ‘yes’ from him. On one hand, it hurt my soul to see him in that condition and on the other hand, the situation I was put into with him elated me for no reason. Was it because of my hatred for him? Did it satisfy my scar, smoothen my wounds, seeing him helpless and dying? Maybe somewhere deep in my heart, I wanted to see the invincible and proud Alpha Amor Blaze shatter into pieces. I wanted to see his pride dwindle, see him being humiliated. Revenge was still alive, somewhere deep within me. So why was I so eager to help him? Why did just the thought of him dying shook me to my core? I could have rejected to help him. I said that I wouldn’t do it, but then why did I agree to it even when I had to go through this awkwardness of being naked with him in a pool? I have seen all sides of him on this journey so far. He had brought some unforgivable disasters into my life, but t

[Zeve’s POV] I teleported us back into Amor’s room, on his bed, in the royal inn almost an hour before Lucella and Morfan returned. I dried his body with a towel and changed him into his bathrobe. Even though he was the alpha of the great Aurora pack, I noticed he reused several of his clothes. Chaz never wore the same cloth a second time because clothes were not just clothes they spoke much more about the status of the person, their rank, their value in royal society. But Amor had been using the same bathrobe for as long as I knew him. Black silk with cloud patterns in grey at the hem and end of sleeves. Maybe it was because from the time I met him, he had never been at any extravagant event. Except for the time when he was in the palace, he wore royal and expensive clothes, but that too was repeated on other days. I am sure he didn’t lack money or resources for him to have a new cloth every time he blinked, so why did he wear the same clothes several times? I sat by his sid

[Zeve’s POV] Scared, I sat on the bed. Before I could turn to look at the door… “Isolation!” My heart skipped a beat at Amor’s growl. I snapped my head in his direction. His darkened eyes bore into me. I clenched the blanket into my fists as my breath hitched. The maids left at once, lowering their heads. He stumbled and shut the door, locking it from inside. “A-Amor?” I was happy to see him back on his feet again. But my mouth dried up because of the dark aura looming around him. I felt like a prey waiting to be hunted under his scrutiny. Does he remember everything from the pool? Is he mad at me? I know how much he hated accepting others’ help? Is he mad I saved him? Nervousness pulsated in my veins as I peered at him with my flickering gaze. He didn’t say a word and trudged to me. I swiftly got down from the bed. He stepped closer while I stepped back from him. He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer. My breasts pressed against his chest as I yelped. “Ahh!” Did I do som

[Zeve’s POV] I woke up to Amor sleeping at one hand’s distance from me. How long did I sleep? I had seen him sleep several times, but never from that close. His effortless breaths, his intoxicating scent, brushed past my cheeks, making my heart pound. Heat built in my stomach, setting butterflies free. I reached out to touch his eyelashes, but stopped. What the hell am I doing and why? Keep sleeping, Amor. Just don’t wake up. Drinking his features through my eyes, I smiled unreasonably. I know how cold you are to love, but I want to see you fall in love. I want to witness the Amor Blaze immersed in love and affection. Will you smile when you wake up beside your better-half? Give your love morning kisses. Or maybe make love to them. Do you have some sexual fantasies? I guess not. You might not hesitate in killing, but you sure are a monk in these matters. I chuckled. Such thoughts strolled through my head while my eyes were busy contemplating him sleeping with his head re