Novels by Treasure

CHAPTER 16 The Ghost In The MachinePOV: ElaraMy eyelids opened slowly as the cool air brushed my skin. Right from the ceiling, my eyes started to scan through the room.Had Roman found me? Had he taken me back to the Crescent Estate…. Oh my days!! ….This can’t be happening. Then I looked around again, this time carefully. Then flashbacks before my black out flooded in. Silas. He had saved me. He saw me weak but wasn’t frightened; he had compassion in his eyes. That look that said, ‘let me take it from here, you’ve done enough.’ That’s all I remembered before everything turned black. Everywhere was silent. No noise, no chaos. I was in the Northern Citadel.For a long time, my head had been crowded with Roman’s emotions. His irritation felt like a low-frequency hum, his lust like a greasy film over my skin, and his Alpha-arrogance like a weight on my chest. But here, I felt peace. I had almost forgotten what it was like. Even the bond was nothi

CHAPTER 15 The Empty Seat at the Head of the TableThe silence in the Crescent Estate was no longer peaceful. It was empty. The kind that would haunt you in sleep. It felt like the heart had forgotten its rhythm and stopped beating, leaving the rest of the body to wither.Roman stood in the centre of Elara’s study. Her scent lingered there, that expensive, crisp jasmine, and the faint, metallic scent of the "human" world was beginning to fade. Slowly by slowly.Roman’s Voice: She’s gone and truly gone. I felt the snap. In the middle of the training session, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and severed a silver wire. Silas. If he touched her...... I will burn the North to the ground."Father?", Arlo called out with concern.Roman turned. He was standing in the doorway. He looked small. For the first time since he’d sprouted his claws, the "Future Alpha" looked like a seven-year-old boy. He was holding the silver Zippo lighter, flicking it open an

CHAPTER 14 The Body Remembers What the Heart ForgetsPOV: ElaraI leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window. Looking in my reflection, I saw a charcoal sketch. With no colour at all to add to its touch, all angles very sharp, and hollow eyes. The "Human Rejection" was no longer a slow leak; it was a flood that was drowning meWe had crossed the Northern Border. And for the first time in eight years, the air pressure changed. The thick, musky weight of the Crescent Pack’s territory thinned out, replaced by the sharp, biting cold of the mountain range.My lungs didn't find relief. They found a vacuum.Roman’s Voice: She’s crossing. She’s actually leaving the land. The bond is stretching………… Elara… come. back. You won’t survive the night in those mountains.I reached up and rubbed my temples, trying to massage the sound of him out of my brain. He was miles away, but the "Voice" was like a ghost limb; it hurt."Ma'am? Your oxygen levels are drop

CHAPTER 13 The Guest Who Isn't Coming BackPOV: ElaraIt was midday. The pack usually had its training session around this time. No one even paid attention elsewhere. I had mastered their patterns like an assignment.Someone sent me a letter. It didn’t come through the pack’s mail runner. Or via the gate where a subservient wolf would be bowing. It arrived via a black drone, hovering its way over the terrace.It dropped a heavy, cream-colored envelope right onto the centre of the training mats. The symbol on the wax seal was a silver mountain range. The Northern Pack. Silas’s mark. I was sure no one was watching, but sadly, I was wrong.Roman intercepted it, his fingers nearly shredding the paper as he ripped it open. I watched from the balcony. The suit jacket was draped over my shoulders like armour. My breathing was getting shallow, the "Human Rejection." It made every lungful of air feel like I was inhaling glass.Roman’s Voice: He’s inviting

CHAPTER 12 Incinerating the Human BridgePOV: ElaraThe attic of the east wing was the only place that still smelled like my life, before the fur and the fangs. It was a dusty, quiet corner.Going there reminded me that I was still human, despite everything. From the time I got married, I had lost my spark. I couldn't tell what I had become. But deep down, I knew I’d lost something. Something that was once part of me but slowly faded away, for good.In there, I kept my university degree, my first architectural sketches, and a pressed bundle of lavender from my grandmother’s garden in Florida.This place was my anchor. When the "Voice" got too loud or the "Human Rejection" made my skin feel like it was melting off my bones, I would come here. I would touch the rough paper and remember I wasn't just a "useless" Luna. I once had an identity, before all this. The Crescent Pack, Roman, Arlo. everything.But when I pushed open the heavy oak door, the scent was

CHAPTER 11 Calculating the Cost of SilencePOV: ElaraI was in my private study.It smelled of expensive vellum and printer ink. I had a spreadsheet to finish.I was too focused to notice when the door was thrown back open, against the wall. Roman stood there.His hair was damp from a morning run, his chest heaving. He looked like a god of the wilderness. Gosh, he looked so tempting.‘Focus, Elara, focus,’ I reminded myself. But he was holding something in his hand, my credit card."Explain this," he growled, tossing the card onto my desk. "I tried to settle the quarterly pack taxes this morning. But every account linked to the Luna’s office has been emptied. Even the trust fund for Arlo’s education." His look really demanded an answer, one worth solving the puzzle in his mind.I didn't look up from my laptop. I just clicked 'Send' on an encrypted file to the Northern Alpha. What I was doing was more important than answering his irrelevant que