Elvira I kept pacing the room, my bare feet dragging across the wooden floor. My thoughts were like a storm that wouldn’t stop. “Spy?” I muttered to myself again, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance. “He really sees me as a spy?” My hands trembled as I pressed them against my temples, willing the panic to stop. This wasn’t just some stupid misunderstanding—this was dangerous. If Alpha Jaxon believed I was a traitor, there was no telling what would come next. “Someone’s setting me up,” I whispered to the silence. “Someone’s feeding him lies.” “I need to leave. I need to leave before it's too late,” I whispered to no one. But where would I go? Back to Bloodmoon? My stepbrothers would kill me before I crossed the border. And if I stayed here, with a pack that already looked at me with suspicion, I wouldn’t last either. I had no one. I rushed toward the bed, pulling at the blanket, searching for something, only to remember: I had come here with nothing. No bag. No c
JaxonShe’s right.Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here. But I couldn’t leave her out there—half-dead, bruised, and bleeding, for rogues to devour. Whatever she is, she didn’t deserve to die like that.I sat on the chair across from her. Her gaze met mine for a split second, then darted away like a frightened animal. That same caution was in her every move.“Elvira,” I called softly.Her head rose, lips parted slightly. Her eyes, deep, cautious, told me she expected nothing good from this conversation.“Now tell me,” I said, steadying my voice. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?”She didn’t answer. Her silence was like a wall. I studied her, every twitch of her brow, every shift of her hands. She wasn’t just scared. She was protecting something. Or someone.“Whoever did this to you doesn’t have power in my pack,” I said firmly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”Still nothing. Her eyes moved down to her lap, where her fingers twisted together.“If you tell me the truth
ElviraAs soon as the door shut behind him, I rose from the bed like a ghost rising from still waters. I crept forward, my bare feet silent against the wooden floor. Slowly, I opened the door just wide enough to peek down the stairs.He was still there.Alpha Jaxon’s frame looked heavy with thought as he descended each step, his broad shoulders tight, his movements calm but unreadable. When his form finally disappeared around the bend, I let the door fall shut behind me and rested my forehead against the cool wood.Breathe, Elvira.I turned to the bed and sat on the edge, fingers brushing the bandages on my leg. I gently peeled back the corner, only to find the wound still red, still raw. Why wasn’t it healing? My kind healed in hours—even faster with the Alpha blood in our veins. Something was wrong.Then it clicked. The wolfs-oat…..A sacred herb, Mother Felen had said. Part of the BloodMoon bonding ritual. “Drink it without question,” she’d warned me. “Disobedience will bring shame
Jaxon I stormed through the eastern chamber, footsteps heavy with the weight of anger rising through my chest. I didn’t knock. I couldn’t wait. I shoved Ronan’s chamber door open.He was shirtless, halfway through lacing up his boots, clearly preparing for bed, or something less useful.Ronan’s eyes snapped to mine. “Alpha Jaxon?” His tone shifted from casual to concerned. “What’s wrong?”“We’re moving. Now,” I barked. “We head to Wolfspring tonight.”He blinked. “What? Tonight? Are you even listening to yourself? It’s nearly 9—”“I’m not repeating myself.”Ronan moved to the hallway, dragging the door shut behind him. “We didn’t notify Deric. He might not even be there.”“I don’t care,” I replied, voice low but loaded with threat. “You said she could be a spy, Ronan. If that’s true, then she’s dangerous. If it’s false, then someone’s lying about her, and she’s still in my house.”He blew out a breath. “So we can’t wait till morning?”I stepped closer. “If something happens to her t
Jaxon“So,” Deric started, avoiding my gaze, “Queen Felen told me that I had been receiving letters from the wrong girl all along.”I leaned forward slowly. “The wrong girl?”He nodded. “She said Elvira had been stealing Elyra’s letters—Elvira’s younger sister. That she’d been replying me, pretending to be her. Queen Felen swore she caught her sneaking into Elyra’s room countless times. She said Elvira ran away the day before the bonding ceremony because she didn’t want to get caught.”A long silence passed. I didn’t blink.“And you believed that story?”Deric shrugged, looking vaguely uncomfortable for the first time since the conversation started. “Her mother seemed certain. She told me Elvira’s always been a little… cunny. She said she used to hide Elyra’s shoes, shred her gowns, burn her letters, things like that. And when she found out Elyra had a mate match—me—she went too far.”I tapped my fingers on the table slowly. My heart was pumping hard, but I kept my voice low. “And you
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
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."