LOGINThird Person's POVCeleste didn't understand why Elias had gone out of his way to bring up the past kidnapping incident. The event had long passed, and in the minds of the Frost Family, her guilt was already assumed. Why suddenly revive it now? She had never been able to fathom the twisted logic of the Frosts. Yet Elias's words piqued a spark of curiosity in her."What clues are you talking about?" Celeste asked, her tone calm, almost detached, as she studied him with her wolf-sharp gaze.Elias, mistaking her question for interest and admiration, grinned smugly. "The kidnappers who took you and Serena were part of the same group. The Silverfang Pack's authorities have been tracking them-they'll be captured soon."Celeste's brow furrowed. The threads didn't align. The group that had taken Serena was led by Noah, while Liam had left Moonviel City only to investigate the person who had taken Serena. Michael Jones, of Emberwood Pack, had orchestrated Celeste'
Third Person's POVElijah gently dropped a rib into Celeste's bowl. "Don't worry, Celeste. If there's risk, I won't shoulder it alone."Celeste's amber eyes flicked toward him briefly. She didn't know the full extent of Elijah's abilities, nor had she ever questioned them. From years of observation, she trusted that if he said he had it under control, then it was more than likely true. She nodded silently, setting aside her doubts.After tidying up the kitchen, she moved to the balcony to continue her sketches. The soft breeze from Moonviel City's verdant inner courtyards brushed her hair as sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns across her canvas. Elijah sat quietly a meter away on a low chair, his thumbs tapping rhythmically on a tablet, seemingly in conversation with someone online. His face, chiseled under the sun, carried a rare pensive expression-wolfish instincts hidden behind the mask of calm concentration.For a few moment
Third Person's POVThe next moment, Celeste's voice cut through the cozy warmth of the Frost Family. "I'm investigating Liam's accident on behalf of Grandfather Carden."Serena froze mid-motion, her pupils contracting instinctively as her gaze locked onto Celeste's. Those eyes-cold, sharp, almost predatory-felt like they could strip her bare, exposing every hidden thought. Her hands clenched without her conscious control, and even her breath seemed caught in her throat.What did Celeste know? Could she have uncovered something?Callen, standing beside Serena, didn't notice the subtle shift in the air, the silent warning flickering between the two women. His brow furrowed, calm and disciplined as ever. "Wasn't it already confirmed that it was an accident? What are you still investigating?"Celeste let a measured silence stretch before she removed her gaze from Serena, her amber eyes now glinting with quiet determination. "Grandfather Liam called me
Third Person's POVCallen's face softened into that rare expression of indulgence, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached out to pinch Serena's nose lightly. The scene struck Celeste like a hammer to her chest, reopening wounds she had long tried to bury.It had been so long since she had allowed herself to lean on Callen's shoulder in such a carefree, spoiled way. Even back then, when she was still Celeste Frost-the one groomed to be part of the Frost Family's polished image-she had never dared interfere in the family's business matters. Her influence had always been limited, carefully measured. Even when she had helped Ryan Wilson's father secure the vice-president position at one of their companies, it had been because Ryan's father had merit and incentives that aligned with the Frost Board's strategy. Her plea had been nothing more than gentle persuasion, a ripple in a current she could not control. And yet Callen had been furious, scolding
Celeste's POVI could feel the tension coiling in the air around Headmaster David like a wolf scenting intruders. No matter what I asked, he insisted he knew nothing. His eyes narrowed, voice clipped, and then, with that infuriating calm, he asked me, "Why are you looking for Benny?"It was the question I had expected but didn't want to hear. To anyone else, to the world, I was Celeste Hallow-the girl whose past was a storm of disgrace and exile from St. Helion Academy. Benny had no connection to me. None at all. Why now, after all these years, would I even bring her up?I lowered my gaze for a moment, letting the silence hang between us like a predator's patience before the strike. "I'm delivering a message," I said finally, my tone flat. "My friend asked me to bring it to her."David's brow furrowed in curiosity. "Your friend… how would he even know Benny?"I let the words fall deliberately. "My friend… is her brother."For a
Celeste's POVA chill ran down my spine, and I grabbed Yara's hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. My face was pale, my jaw working as if I wanted to speak, but no words came out. She must have sensed the storm in me because she spoke first."As far as I know," Yara said carefully, "what you just told me about Benny… it matches everything I've heard."Her hesitation explained it all.I felt my face go even paler. How could it be…?Ethan had told me that his sister, Benny, had transferred schools in her senior year. When he received the news, he panicked, fearing she might have been kidnapped, only to awaken in the Angel Reform Academy. Ethan still worried his sister a lot even in the hell.Transferring schools at such a crucial time wasn't trivial-it always meant something catastrophic had occurred. And yet, Ethan had known nothing, leaving a gnawing knot in his heart ever since.So when I had hit roadblocks investigati
Celeste's POVThe roses are heavier than they look.Michael says it's because ninety-nine isn't an ordinary number - it's deliberate, ceremonial, grand in the way of men who believe gestures can buy anything. He lifts the bouquet to me with that easy, practiced gentleness of a wolf who learned mann
Celeste's POVI dragged myself back to my room after another long day of work, exhaustion pressing down on my bones like a lead weight. My muscles ached from holding myself together, from playing the part I'd been forced into-obedient daughter of the Frost Family, dutiful enough to please Grandfath
Celeste's POVI lifted my chin, meeting the eyes behind the dark helmet without a shred of fear."The Frost Family's jewel is Serena Frost," I said evenly, my voice steady despite the ropes cutting into my wrists. "I'm nothing but the cast-off foster daughter, switched at birth and discarded two ye
Celeste's POVHis words make something inside me jag. It is the same edge that carved me up two years ago when adults decided that a life could be shipped away and replaced with a story. It is the same cold that presses on a throat when your pack pretends not to see you being broken."All I want,"







