Dante’s POVAs Evelyn's words pierced through the air, my world turned upside down. Lilian, one of my most trusted maids, accused of being a witch? It felt like a cruel joke, something out of a nightmare. How could a witch have been living within the walls of my palace, among my people?The news hit me like a thunderbolt. Leaving the hospital, I rushed to my room, seeking solace in the familiarity of my own space. Anger coursed through my veins, fueling my every thought. I couldn't help but feel a sense of personal failure, questioning my ability to protect and discern the truth. How did I let this happen? How did I allow a witch to dwell so close to me and my people?The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. I had always strived to be a leader my people could rely on, a protector of their well-being. Discovering Lilian's true nature shattered that image. Doubt crept into my mind, clouding my judgment. Had I been blind to the signs? How many other secrets lay hid

Drake’s POVI was sitting on the chair at Elijah's palace, waiting for him to arrive. I had this plan in my mind, I wanted to win him over and convince him to fight alongside me against my brother Dante. Elijah is a powerful Alpha, and with him on my side, I felt like victory was guaranteed.And just then I saw Elijah walking into the room. The look on his face was priceless, surprise mixed with curiosity. I could tell he didn't expect to see me there. It made me feel a rush of emotions excitement, nervousness, and a bit of uncertainty.As Elijah approached, I stood up, trying to appear confident. I wanted to make a strong impression, to show him that I was serious about this alliance. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Would he be open to the idea? Would he understand the importance of this fight?I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. This moment was crucial, not just for the battle ahead, but also for the bond between us. Elijah and I h

Vanessa’s POVI sat on the bed, my body tense with fear and uncertainty. The darkness behind the blindfold enveloped me, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. My hands were tightly bound, restricting my movements and reminding me of my captivity. It felt like an eternity since I had been forcefully taken from the safety of the palace, and the absence of any explanations only deepened my apprehension.As I sat in silence, straining my ears for any sign of approaching footsteps or voices, a familiar scent wafted through the air. It danced around me, teasing my senses with its familiarity. My heightened sense of smell, a side effect of my pregnancy, seemed to amplify its presence. It was as if my wolf, my inner instinct, had awakened, urging me to pay attention.Confusion mingled with curiosity as I tried to place the scent. It was elusive, yet undeniably connected to someone I knew. My mind raced, sifting through memories and faces, desperately tr

Elijah’s POVAs I settled on my throne, the room was filled with an air of anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows against the opulent walls, adding an aura of mystery to the scene. The soft rustle of silk echoed through the chamber as I adjusted my position, waiting for Drake's arrival.The weight of countless pleas hung heavy in the air. I had implored Drake to meet with me, desperate to learn more about Vanessa's fate. He had set a condition, demanding my allegiance in the fight against Dante as a prerequisite for Vanessa's release. But since then, silence had enveloped our communication, leaving me with an unsettling sense of uncertainty.I couldn’t help but wonder what was Drake's true motive behind this meeting. Was it a glimmer of hope, a chance to reunite with Vanessa, or a trap waiting to ensnare me?As I sat there, the weight of Vanessa's absence bore down on me, casting a shadow over my thoughts. I couldn't help but imagine the fear and uncertainty she

Drake’s POVAs I swung the door open, my heart sank at the sight of Evelyn. She was sitting on the floor, her legs pulled close to her chest, and her pale face showed signs of tears. It was clear that she had been crying. The moment our eyes met, anger flashed in her eyes, and she rushed towards me in a fit of rage. Without warning, her hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap.But despite the sting, I remained unfazed. I understood the pain she was going through, and the grief that consumed her after losing our child. It weighed heavily on my conscience, knowing that she blamed me for the loss. She believed that my rejection of the pregnancy was the cause, and in some ways, I couldn't help but feel guilty.“You bastard! I hate you!” Evelyn yelled angrily at me, In that moment, as her anger poured out, I stood there, feeling a mix of remorse and regret. I knew deep down that turning away from the pregnancy had been a mistake, a decision made in haste and fear. The timing felt wron