Elsa's Pov I heard she fainted the other day and she was getting better now but I somehow wished that she would lay on that sick bed forever, never standing up. Or she would just die or return to wherever she came from and let all of us be. I had to move on with my next plan as soon as I could. I wanted to see my brother and tell him that we had taken our plan to the next level and get her chased out of the pack. A dark smile hovered on my face as I walked slowly toward his room with a dark smile hanging on my face. When I got to the room, I shot a stare at him. "Good morning sister." He greeted me quickly but I didn't return the courtesy. We haven't been that close since I remembered. He was always stuffed with state issues while I started up trouble at home and bullied the servants. "Come with me, we need to talk." I blotted out to him and he nodded his head following me closely from behind but halfway through our journey, Andrea passed by and my face twisted with hate and

Andrea POV My face was flushed with awe as I watched Arthur walking into the place with a smile hanging on his face. I was confused, and I was staring at him. "How could it be that I have been mated to my mortal enemy?" I thought in my head confused. I could feel my heart beating hard against my chest, the mate bond so strong, my legs shivering hard. "What should I do now?" I thought. My lips were shivering, wanting to pronounce the word mate from my mouth but I was able to hold them back. "I am not going to stoop so low to be the one to pronounce him as my mate." I thought in my head my face twisted with hate and anger and I wished I could just go over to him, tear him apart, and put an end to this drama. "What could. he even be doing here, why hasn't he eaten his meal and just died." I growled. He moved slowly toward me and I noticed that he was also lost sniffing. "Maybe that is the reason that he had to leave his meal, to search for his so-called mate." I gasped. He co

Andrea POV As I helped Jax to his feet, he winced in pain. "Thanks, Andrea," he muttered, his eyes locked on the ground. I nodded in response, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, I was relieved that he was going to be okay. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel angry at him for putting himself in this situation. Days turned into weeks, and Jax's condition slowly began to improve. He was still weak and vulnerable, but he was no longer in danger of dying. As I tended to him, I couldn't help but notice how different he was from the Jax I had known before. He was no longer the arrogant and selfish alpha I had once known. Instead, he was humble and grateful for my help. One day, as I was tending to Jax's wounds, he opened his eyes and looked directly at me. For a moment, we just stared at each other in silence. Then, he spoke softly. "Thank you for saving my life," he said. "I know that I haven't always been the easiest person to get along with, but I want you to know th

Jax's POV As Tyler took over as pack leader, I realized that the future of our pack was in good hands. He was a natural leader, and I knew that he would do great things for our community. But our joy was short-lived when we received news of an impending attack from a neighboring pack. It seemed that there were still some who were resistant to the idea of peace between our packs. We rallied our forces and prepared for the attack, but we were outnumbered and outgunned. It seemed like all was lost until our children stepped in. Tyler and Ava led a group of young pack members in a surprise attack on the enemy camp, catching them off guard and defeating them before they could even mount an offense. As the dust settled and the enemy retreated, I realized that our children were truly the future of our pack. They had brought peace where there was once only animosity, and they had proven themselves. POV: Tyler After the successful defense against the neighboring pack, I knew that our pa

Tyler pov Andrea sat outside with Jax at the moonlit night, enjoying the cool breeze as they reminisced about their past experiences. They sat with their children, Tyler and Ava, who were listening intently to their parents' stories. "Do you remember the war with Elsa's pack?" Jax asked, his voice filled with nostalgia. Andrea nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I remember it well. It was a difficult time for us all." Tyler spoke up, his voice laced with curiosity. "Mom, who was Elsa?" Andrea took a deep breath, her mind wandering back to the past. "Elsa was your father's mate," she said softly. "She was a strong and powerful wolf, but she couldn't accept the fact that your father had imprinted on me." Ava's eyes widened in surprise. "Imprinted?" she asked. Andrea smiled, nodding. "Yes, imprinted. It's a powerful connection between two werewolves, one that cannot be broken. Your father and I were meant to be together." Tyler frowned, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "But if