ElviraI don’t know what made me say those words.“Don’t go. Stay with me.” Really? Elvira really? The second they slipped past my lips, I wanted to snatch them out of the air. I kept my face turned, pretending to be asleep. My heart was thudding against my chest, so loud I thought it might wake him up—except he wasn’t the one asleep. I was the one pretending. I didn’t hear his footsteps retreating. No door creaked open. No cold air brushed against my skin. I waited. Still nothing.After a few seconds that felt like hours, I slowly shifted, just a tiny tilt, just enough to peek through my lashes.Alpha Jaxon was there.Sitting at the edge of the bed, still as stone, his jaw tight and his eyes focused on something I couldn’t see. His hands were clasped between his knees like he was trying to hold himself together. I expected him to brush me off, say something formal, something clipped, then leave.But he didn’t. He stayed. Why? He must be wondering what gave me the guts to tell him t
JaxonI sat there in silence, on the edge of the chair beside her bed, letting the sound of her breathing ground me. Rhythmic, slow… peaceful. How long had it been since I sat still like this? Since I wasn’t preoccupied with political alliances, border patrols, or the demands of my title?Elvira shifted slightly in her sleep, her hair a dark halo against the pillow, one hand loosely curled over the sheets. Her presence was comforting even in sleep. I could feel her pulling at the part of me I had buried deep, the part I’d sealed off long before she ever came here.I exhaled and leaned forward slightly.“So… about the festival,” I said quietly, not sure if she was fully awake, just stirring, or pretending to be asleep to avoid conversation. I didn’t blame her if she was though.She blinked a few times, her lashes fluttering against her cheek before her eyes adjusted to the room. She looked disoriented at first, and then her gaze met mine. Still hazy, still soft.“I will prepare the roy
Elvira I woke up to warmth. Not just the heat under my duvet or the gentle light slipping in through the heavy curtains, but something else. My arm was wrapped tightly around something soft and heavy. Still half-asleep, I squinted at the object under my cheek. Dark fabric. Smooth leather trim. Wait… a jacket? It was Alpha’s jacket and it smelled like him. His scent wrapped around me like an invisible rope, woody, masculine, and just a hint of tobacco. Ugh. Why did he have to smell so good? I clutched the jacket closer before quickly tossing it aside like it burned. My fingers twitched at the loss of contact, and I wanted to slap myself. Snap out of it, Elvira. He probably forgot it, right? Nothing more. He didn’t mean to leave it. It’s not like it meant anything. I sat up slowly, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. Calm and poised. And completely wrong about last night. Because even if he stayed, even if his voice softened when he spoke to me, even if our fi
JaxonI’d done the one thing I swore I wouldn’t. I watched Elvira from the window of my chambers. She was in the flower yard with Brielle, laughing, her head tossed back in a way that made her hair shimmer beneath the late afternoon sun. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve turned around and kept walking. But I didn’t.Instead, I stood there like a fool.“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched tight.The knock at my chamber door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”It was Ronan. He stepped inside, arms folded, his usual stern face even more drawn than usual.“We need to talk,” he said, voice low.“I figured,” I replied, returning to my desk and lowering myself into the chair.“She’s healed, Jaxon,” Ronan said immediately, no time for pleasantries. “You said once she recovered, you’d send her back.”“I remember what I said.”“Then why is she still here?”I leaned forward slightly, bracing my elbows on the table. “Because I changed my mind.”Ro
ElviraBrielle’s laughter rang beside me, sweet and light like a spring breeze, but it barely reached me. I forced a smile, nodding when she pointed out how pretty the flowers looked this season. The gardens bloomed with life, yet I felt hollow. I could still feel the weight of Jaxon’s silence earlier. The way he walked past me like I didn’t exist… like I was invisible.“I’ll go grab us something warm,” Brielle said. “You look like you could use it.”I nodded, still not speaking. When she was out of sight, I exhaled sharply, pushing myself off the bench. My legs moved before I could think. I just needed to breathe. I didn’t care where I was going, just needed to get this feeling off my chest.The cold, damp scent of the woods welcomed me whole. The trees were tall and ancient, and their shade embraced me as I wandered farther from the safety of the packhouse. I walked until the voices faded, until it was just me and the quiet hum of wind and birdsong.Then I saw it. Movement, a low
ElviraWe walked back to the pack house, the silence between us saying more than words ever could. My heart raced in my chest, the steady thud echoing louder than the soft crunch of our boots on the gravel. I tried to keep my face neutral, like I wasn’t scared out of my mind. But I was. Was he going to send me away?Maybe I shouldn’t have left the garden. Maybe I should’ve stayed under Brielle’s watch. Maybe…My gaze flicked to the side. Jaxon’s Beta was walking behind us, rigid as stone, exchanging cold glances with me like I was the plague they foolishly allowed too close to the heart of their pack. My stomach turned.Then Alpha Jaxon spoke, his deep voice a balm and a knife all at once. “Ronan, let’s have the royal stylist ready tonight. We’re running out of time before the festival.”Ronan. So that was his name. When we reached the pack house, I hesitated at the stairs. Was this it? Was this where he’d tell me I’d crossed the line? That I’d been a burden long enough?But instea
Elvira I stared at Alpha Jaxon's jacket lying crumpled on the floor, its presence a reminder of the man who left it behind. The royal tailor had left after taking my measurements. The rich scent of tobacco and something uniquely him still clung to the fabric, teasing my senses and muddling my thoughts. With a frustrated sigh, I bent down, snatched it up, and shoved it into the back of the wardrobe, out of sight but not quite out of mind. "Brielle," I called, my voice sharper than intended. She appeared in the doorway almost instantly, her ever-present smile faltering at my tone. "Yes, Elvira?" "Could you help me change the sheets, please?" Her brow knitted in confusion. "But they were just changed two days ago." "I know," I replied, forcing a tight smile. "But I'd like fresh ones." She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Of course. Give me a minute." True to her word, Brielle returned shortly with a set of crisp linens. Together, we stripped the bed and replaced the sheet
ElviraIt was the night before the festival. The palace hummed with excitement, decorations, servants scurrying, gowns being tailored, perfumes being picked, endless chatter about who would wear what and who would escort who.And yet... I hadn’t seen Alpha Jaxon since the fitting two days ago. He hadn’t come by like he said he would. Hadn’t asked to speak to me. Hadn’t said a word about the question I’d asked about his mate. He just vanished behind his title again.I hated that it hurt.“Let me walk you to your room,”Alpha Kale offered after I’d helped Brielle arrange some flowers at the outer balcony. His smile was warm, like someone who didn’t know how to make you ache. Someone simple. Uncomplicated.“I’d like that,” I said, louder than I needed to, knowing full well where we were standing and who might be nearby.And sure enough… as we moved through the hallway, my laughter was louder than necessary. Alpha Kale wasn’t even that funny, but I leaned in and smiled and let my head fa
JaxonI don’t even like tea that much.It’s not about the drink, it never was. I wanted Elvira in my space, around me, I wanted her inside me. Moving around my room. Watching her fight that ridiculous urge to act like she didn’t want to look at me, touch me. Goddess, it drove me wild.“Brielle,” I called, leaning lazily against the doorframe of the study room. My voice echoed down the hallway like a command. She turned, brows arched.“Yes, Alpha?”“Do me a favor.” I pretended to think. “Ask Elvira to bring me tea. Now.”She blinked. “You want her to—”“Yes.” My eyes locked with hers. “Her. Don’t bring it yourself. Don’t ask anyone else. I want Elvira to bring it.”She stood there a little too long, her mouth half open like she might protest. I didn’t give her the chance. My eyes hardened.“That wasn’t a request, Brielle.”She swallowed, nodded, and disappeared.I returned to my suite, ignoring the echo of my own heartbeat. The bed was still unmade, Elvira had left it in a rush this mo
DericThe road blurred past the tinted windows as I sat stiffly in the backseat of the black SUV, my thoughts moving far faster than the car. I have a meeting with Jaxon in less than an hour, one I couldn’t afford to miss, but my phone buzzed again and again. I yanked my phone out of the pocket to see the name: Dad’s hospital. My hand clenched around the device before I answered. “Dr. Lim,” I said, voice flat, trying to brace myself.“There’s been a change, Alpha Deric,” she said gently, her voice pinched with exhaustion. “Your father’s vitals dropped earlier this morning. We stabilized him, but… we really need your presence. There are decisions that need to be made. Soon.”I pressed my fingers to my temple. “I’m in the middle of something. I’ll try to be there this evening.”A pause. “With all due respect, sir… he may not have until evening.”The line went quiet as she gave me time to absorb that.I didn’t say anything. I simply ended the call and leaned back against the leather sea
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