Alisha's POVMy heart raced, entangled in a web of conflicting emotions as Archie's manipulative tactics took hold. The conversation I had overheard between Joey and Evita earlier that night echoed persistently in my thoughts, adding weight to my growing concerns about Joey's mysterious solo trip into the foreboding Dark Forest. Though the true intentions behind his actions remained unknown, an important premonition warned me that he was entangled in something dangerous. Yet, before I had a chance to make it clear, I couldn't take the risk that Archie's impulsive nature might let Joey get alerted. For now, I had no other option but to feign compliance with Archie's demands, hoping that my facade would shield my loved grandma from harm.Suppressing my pride, I mustered a facade of compliance, trying to keep my voice steady, "Alright, Archie. Let's go back to Golden Crest together." Even as I uttered those words, my heart pounded with resolve, silently vowing to divorce this

Alisha's POVI never expected that these she-wolves were actually discussing Archie, and to my surprise, they were talking about his performance in bed! Hahaha! Now it seemed that they all knew Archie was impotent! I had a strong suspicion that this news came from Blue Lake. Thanks to those two "gifts"-who had no manners and were so arrogant. Nevertheless, I had to admit, I was grateful for their loose tongues this time.It was such a big surprise to hear rumors about Archie's sexual abilities in this occasion. I couldn't help but chuckle secretly. Compared with Archie, who brought this upon himself by fooling around with Erma, I just told a little lie.  What’s more, in the end, it was his mother, Stephenie, who was to blame. If she hadn't brought those she-wolves from Blue Lake to the Golden Crest, this rumor might never have spread in the first place. It was all interconnected, and I couldn't help but find some twisted amusement in the situation.I

Alisha's POVArchie led me out of the grand banquet hall, and as we made our way through the bustling crowd, I could feel curious gazes following us. Brad and Suzy flanked us, their presence offering a semblance of security in the midst of the unfamiliar werewolf territory. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses gradually faded as we stepped outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the festivities.Nestled in the car, I watched the world pass by through the window, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The events of the evening had left me both puzzled and intrigued. Why had Archie chosen to say those words in front of the crowd? Was it because my response really have pleased him so much? Was he willing to publicly defend me as a gesture of gratitude? I pondered these questions, my mind a labyrinth of uncertainty.After all, he had confronted Erma with those words, infuriating her to the point where she might have wanted to tear me apart. Thin

Archie's POVObserving the genuine discomfort etched across Alisha's features as she reluctantly consumed the medicine in the video Mireya had forwarded, a twinge of discomfort tugged at my heart. I took a moment to ponder before initiating a private mindlink conversation with Brad, "I remember Alisha once expressed interest in a Porsche sports car, but she didn't buy it. After this meeting, prepare one for her."Then I switched to texting Alisha, aiming to convey my approval and encouragement. "Good, Alisha. I prepare a gift tonight."As I stared at my phone screen, three minutes s

Archie’s POVThe poignant ache that tightly gripped my heart as I saw Alisha's tear-streaked countenance. Since Alisha married me, she always smiled at me, like a cute chattering songbird flitting around me, telling me jokes and keeping me entertained, filling my space with laughter and lightheartedness. Sometimes, I found her constant chatter irritating and noisy, so amid her endless prattle, I hoped she could be quieter.However, I didn’t know why our interactions began to shift. Lately, every encounter with Alisha seemed to escalate into conflict, arguments, and her tears. Now, Alisha was like an intricate canvas, painted with the hues of emotional scars, a striking contrast to the happy bird I had come to know. The vibrant aura of her laughter had dimmed, replaced by eyes simmering with a medley of emotions – a symphony of resentment and defiance that seemed to echo in the quiet space between us.I had convinced myself that her mood was just off lately and needed time to adjust, b