ElviraThe silence in the room was supposed to make me relax but I couldn’t. I ignored the thoughts playing in my head and stepped into the shower. Warm water poured over me, washing off the remnants of sleeplessness and confusion. I needed this—silence, water, time alone. I stepped out of the bathroom—and nearly screamed.“Brielle!” I gasped, clutching the face towel tighter against my chest. She stood a few steps away, blinking at me with an amused smile. “The door wasn’t locked?”“I… I must’ve forgotten when she left last night,” I whispered to myself.My heart skipped at the thought. What if it hadn’t been Brielle? What if it had been one of the brothers? Or worse… Alpha Jaxon?A wave of goosebumps ran over my arms. The mere thought made me shudder.Brielle turned her gaze respectfully toward the mirror and started brushing back her sliver curls, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing. That didn’t help my embarrassment. I had never stood naked in front of anyone before—ever. It was a
ElviraThe hallway felt longer than usual.Alpha Jaxon didn’t say a word as he walked ahead, silent and composed. I followed behind him, trying to keep my breaths steady, even though my heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest.I had disobeyed him. He told me not to leave the room—and I did. That alone was enough to make my skin prickle with unease. I didn’t know what kind of punishment awaited me, but something told me it wouldn’t be anything I could prepare for.When we finally entered his chambers, the scent of sandalwood hit me—his scent. It clung to the air, grounding yet intense. The door shut behind us with a soft but final thud.“Sit,” he said, gesturing toward the seat across from him.I nodded quickly, my hands trembling as I moved. The chair was plush and cold against my legs as I sank into it. He sat across from me, his elbows resting lightly on his thighs, fingers interlaced, and his eyes, those icy, storm-like eyes never left mine.The silence was suffocat
DericThe wind howled against the walls as I stepped through the gates, the sound only amplified my confusion. Ronan was supposed to tell Jaxon, but of course, he didn’t. He probably thought he was doing me a favor by keeping it quiet. I should’ve known. Jaxon was suspicious already—and when he asked what “stuff” I meant, I almost choked on my own damn breath.Moonshade dust.A rare, almost forgotten substance in our kind, mostly found in the Morrien pack. Useless to most…unless you know exactly how to use it.I clenched my jaw, pressing a hand to the hidden pocket inside my cloak, where the pouch of glistening dust now sat. It felt warm, like it had absorbed the tension of every single person who had ever tried to use it.Then again, was Jaxon really saying the truth about Elvira? She was beaten? That sounds ridiculous! No matter how much I try to put it, it sound ridiculous. I mean, why would your own family want to hurt you? Hell, I didn’t even know anymore.I stormed into the cas
ElyraWalking away from Alpha Deric, I walked straight to my chambers, I locked my room with a heavy thud, my heart hammering. I slid down to the floor, the weight of everything pressing heavily on me.The fire in the hearth crackled, but it didn’t warm me. Elvira…I told myself not to think of her, but it was impossible. Her presence lingered like a smoke, impossible to brush away. Every time I passed her room, my feet paused. Every time I saw the wildflowers outside the garden gate—her favorite spot—I remembered how she used to hum while plucking petals.And I remembered that same night.The lie we all told—that she had fled in shame, that she betrayed us, worried me, infact the truth had been eating me up for weeks now. Because I had seen her. I had seen her the night before the bond ceremony, barefoot and bruised, stumbling through the garden in the dead of the night. Her gown was torn. Her breath ragged. Her eyes, gods, her eyes had looked right into mine, begging me to help.And
ElviraThe silence between us wasn’t loud, it was only suffocating.Alpha Jaxon leaned back into his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his sharp eyes fixated on me with that unreadable coldness he always wore. It didn’t help that we were sitting alone in his study again, the same room where every word felt like a test.“Deric and I grew up together,” he began, breaking the silence with a tone that sounded like a story on the edge of caution. “Different packs, yes—but we were close. Like brothers. His parents were always off negotiating peace, so he studied with me in Morrien. Spent most of his time in our territory.”I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes down. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears. It was one thing to know Deric now—as the calm, quiet, observing Alpha he presented himself as, but hearing about his past with Jaxon was…strange. Jaxon was the most guarded man I had ever met. And yet he offered me pieces of his life like breadcrumbs on a trail I wasn’t sure I had the
Jaxon I pushed open the door to the study, rubbing the stiffness from my shoulders. The conversation with Elvira still lingered in my mind, her hesitation, the way her voice trembled when I spoke of her brothers, the guilt that clouded her eyes. She was hiding something. That much was obvious. But what? And why?Before I could lose myself in thought, a familiar face blocked my path.“Celina?” I paused, startled by her presence. Her arms were folded across her chest, lips pouted in that way I knew meant trouble.“You could’ve knocked,” I muttered, adjusting my tone. “Or come inside.”She didn’t move. “What’s the problem?” I asked.“She’s leaving soon, right?” she snapped, voice sharp.“What?” I blinked. “What do you mean by that?”Celina’s eyes flared with frustration. “Haven’t you fucking learned, brother?”“Language!” I growled, stepping closer. “I’m your elder brother. You don’t speak to me like that.”She didn’t flinch. “And you don’t ignore my instincts like this. Ever since she
Elvira Watching Alpha Jaxon disappear into another room sent a ripple of unease through me. Had I offended him by withholding my past, despite his generous shelter? The weight of unspoken words pressed heavily on my chest. I lingered in the study for a while, the silence amplifying my thoughts, before deciding to retreat to my assigned room.As I approached the room, a sense of foreboding settled over me. Upon opening the door, I was startled to find Celina seated gracefully in the chair by the window, her legs crossed, arms folded, and an icy gaze fixed upon me. The air grew heavy with tension. Instinctively, I averted my eyes, a habit ingrained from years of subservience. Celina's demeanor bore an uncanny resemblance to Mother Felen's—stern, unyielding, and perpetually disapproving. What had I done to incur such disdain from her?A part of me screamed to retreat, to close the door and seek refuge elsewhere. Yet, another part knew that evasion would only worsen matters. As I hesitat
ElyraI stood at the grand corridor that led to the Queen’s quarters, my fingers brushing over the edge of the photograph again, the one I found in his book. I clenched my jaw, pushing through the carved wooden doors. Mother—Queen Felen—was seated at her vanity, running a brush through her snow-colored hair, regal even in her moments of solitude."You never knock anymore," she said, not turning."You always lie," I replied quietly.She paused mid-stroke. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, icy, unreadable. “Speak plainly, child.”I dropped the photo onto the table in front of her. “Who is this?” I asked.Her face remained still. She picked up the photo, examined it like it was a bug under glass, and gently set it down again.“You should stay away from old memories. They bite harder than rogues,” she said.I felt my stomach twist. “That girl… is it Elvira?”Her silence said enough. But I wanted to hear it from her lips.“You told me she ran away. You told everyone. Why? You made me lie t
JaxonI stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind me. The scent of her was still in the room. I half expected her to be gone by the time I dried off, and of course, she didn’t disappoint. The bed was empty. Her side untouched, the pillows slightly creased where she must’ve sat, contemplating, or thinking.I grabbed a fresh towel, and dried my hair. I tossed the towel onto the chair and grabbed my phone. Notifications scrolled across the screen, news alerts, business updates, half a dozen texts from Cassian I hadn’t opened yet. I swiped past most of them, then paused.An ad banner blinked at the bottom of a page. “Advanced Makeup Training – Apply Now.”I almost scrolled past, but something stopped me. Elvira….that night she’d done Callen’s makeup for my birthday gala, how focused she was, how confident. I remembered her hands, smooth and swift, like a painter on canvas. She’d looked happy and passionate about it.Maybe I could register her for it. A surprise. Maybe even help her
ElviraI woke up to warmth. A heavy, steady warmth pressed into my side, lulling me in a small space between sleep and wakefulness. For a second, I thought I was in my own bed, maybe in a dream and a place that smelled like tobacco and sandalwood. Then something shifted, an arm, heavy and muscular, tightened around my waist.My eyes flew open, a face rested inches from mine. Peaceful, soft and masculine. Jaxon!I didn’t scream, I almost did. My breath hitched instead, and I jerked a little, panicked. He was…in my bed? No, this wasn’t my bed. This was his room. The rich navy sheets, the smell of him lingering on the pillows, the open window casting shadows against the wall.What the hell happened last night? How did I get in here? I remember telling him to go to his room, then what happened after? I tried to remember yesterday memories but I can’t remember a solid thing.I sat up carefully, making sure not to wake him. My body was sore in places, my hair dissolved, my face soft, but a
DericThe sheets were warm and tangled around Ava’s legs, her hair fanned out across the pillow like flames. Her chest rose and fell softly in sleep, while I felt my anger boiling in my gut. I sat at the edge of the bed, bare except for my underwear, phone clenched tight in my hand as I stared at the last message I’d sent.Still no reply.Elyra had read it. I saw the damn read receipt. But nothing. Not a single word back. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to fire off something colder, harsher, but I held back. What was the point? She won’t still reply. Typical Elyra. Spoilt and stubborn. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. My gaze moved back to Ava.I should’ve stayed. Curled back into that bed, pulled her into my arms, inhaled her scent until morning. But the buzzing in my phone didn’t stop.Another Buzz. My heart jumped. Maybe it was Elyra finally….no it was Eric. A message popped up my phone:Eric: My Mom’s coming over. Brace yourself”“Shit,” I muttered.Queen Felen?
Elyra’s POVKale’s hands were on my waist before I could say a word. His grip was firm, like he’d been waiting for an excuse, or a reason to touch me again. Before I could catch my breath, he hoisted me off the ground and carried me straight through the hallway of his room, his stride unhurried but unrelenting.“Kale—”“Don’t.” His voice was rough, the command vibrating through my skin, and I felt something purring.He pushed open his bedroom door with his foot and crossed the threshold like he was claiming territory. Then I was on the bed, tossed gently but possessively, and his body hovered over mine. His eyes burned with the kind of heat that no logic could smother.We stared at each other for half a heartbeat. Just one. And then the silence collapsed.His mouth crashed into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. I kissed him back, hungry, reckless, desperate to lose myself. Kale’s hands roamed, slipping under the hem of my blouse, fingers spreading against the bare skin of my w
Deric I told myself I wouldn’t go. Told myself she deserved space, anything but the mess of my world. But as the moon dragged higher and the city went quiet, my feet moved on their own. My car knew the road like it wanted to drag me there by its self. I didn’t even have time to think. Ava’s apartment building stood like it always had. Lights were off in most of the windows. But hers still glowed dimly, like an invitation or a warning.I stood outside her door for a full minute.Then I raised my hand and knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I called her phone, it went straight to voicemail, like it has been for days now.My heart beat hard in my throat. I started to turn away, maybe she’d gone to sleep, maybe she’d moved on, maybe she hated me.But the door creaked open.She stood there, wearing a thin, oversized hoodie and leggings. Her dark curls were piled in a messy bun, her face tired and raw. She didn’t look like someone who had been crying. She looked like someone who
ElviraThe birthday gala had ended, but the night lingered. The halls outstretching from the ball room were quieter now, humming only with the occasional footsteps of staff and the distant creak of doors closing. Lights flickered across the walls as I walked through them slowly, trying to unspool the chaos in my head.Each truth carved its own wound. I made my way to my room in silence, but even as I reached the door to my room, Jaxon was already there.Leaning against the frame, coat discarded, shirt slightly rumpled, the top buttons undone. His tie was gone, and his usually-perfect hair had fallen slightly over his brow. He looked tired. His eyes found mine instantly.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly.I didn’t answer right away. “It’s late.”“I waited for everyone to leave,” he murmured. “So we could talk. Just us.”I reached for the handle. “You’re drunk. This isn’t the time.” I said, but he stopped me from twisting the handle.“I’ll sleep in the other room.” I said, read
ElviraI blinked, once, twice, maybe I imagined it. I turned my head away sharply, pretending I hadn’t seen.But when I looked again, their lips were still moving together, slow, lingering. Kale’s hand rested on her hip like it belonged there. Her fingers curled behind his neck, holding him close.This is not a dream, not even a trick of light or wine. They were kissing.I looked away again, this time more forcefully, focusing on a server’s tray that had champagne. I hadn’t had a drop, but suddenly I felt drunk. Dizzy and stupid.“What’s the problem?”The voice came from beside me, Jaxon.His hand hovered just behind my elbow, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. He studied my face with that practiced calmness he wore in public, but there was a sign of concern behind his eyes.“Nothing,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I just need to use the restroom.”He didn’t press. I didn’t give him the chance. I turned on my heel and moved toward the hallwa
Elvira The soft rustle of my gown followed me as I turned away from Jaxon. I don’t even care anymore to know what’s going on in that mind of his. I can’t afford to get my mind clouded again.Just then, a sharp sting on my ankle.I winced. Pain bloomed up my leg like fire, and I turned, heels digging into the marble floor of the ballroom. To see Lila. That was the first time I had seen her up close.Her face was perfect, too beautiful. She was poised in an elegant way, but her eyes gave her away. Petty and jealous.“Oops,” she said, the heel of her shoe still pressed to the hem of my dress. “Didn’t see you there, mate snatcher.”The word dropped like a bomb. I inhaled sharply through my nose, my hands curling into fists by my sides.A few heads had already turned. Of course they had. That’s what she wanted.“Excuse me,” I said, voice tight but composed.I stepped away, slowly, carefully, and her heel finally lifted. The damage had been done, though. A rip ran down the side of my gown
JaxonThe estate buzzed with activity as preparations for my 26th birthday gala were underway. After my recent illness, this event was more than a celebration, it was a statement. A declaration that I was back, stronger than ever, and still in control.I stood by the window, watching the staff hustle about, setting up decorations and arranging tables. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the aroma of gourmet dishes wafting from the kitchen. Everything was perfect, yet a sense of unease settled in my chest."Jaxon," Ronan approached, holding an envelope. "This arrived for you."I took the envelope, noting the lack of a return address. Inside was an invitation, identical to the ones we had sent out, but this one was addressed to Kairo.My grip tightened. Kairo….he had disappeared ever since that day I caught him and Elyra in the forest. We hadn't seen for months, and I hadn't invited him. Who had?"Who delivered this?" I asked."No one knows. It was found on your desk this morning."