ESTHER’S POV
The cloak smelled like him; leather, pine, and iron. Farkas had wrapped it around me the moment we left the battlefield, but no warmth reached my skin.
I sat in the corner of his room, knees drawn up to my chest, bare legs tucked beneath me, the branded word whore
ALPHA BORIS’ POVUpon hearing Ashina admit she missed me nearly shattered the composure I had been clinging to since returning. Her voice, tinged with vulnerability and sincerity, reached deeper into me than any battle cry or royal decree ever could.It wasn’t just her words—it was the trembling breath behind them, the flicker of hope in her eyes that had not quite dared to believe I would return.
ASHINA’S POV In an instant, everything replayed in my mind. I was wondering if I was dreaming or how did it all start.I had frozen the instant I had heard his voice. Alpha Boris. His tone cut clean through the bustle around me like a blade through silk, firm but warm, impossibly familiar.My heart had leapt to my
ASHINA’S POV Days had passed, and all our efforts had been poured into rebuilding our homeland from the ruins. Yet, this time, we worked cautiously, shaping everything strategically to guard what truly mattered—our resources.It was those very riches that had once drawn en
ESTHER’S POV They thought I wouldn’t hear them. The fucking morons! But I did and every word uttered.I stood behind the arched wooden doorway, barefoot on the cold floor, the hem of my borrowed robe dragging like ash behind me. Now that I was like an outcast, all the old
ESTHER’S POVThe cloak smelled like him; leather, pine, and iron. Farkas had wrapped it around me the moment we left the battlefield, but no warmth reached my skin.I sat in the corner of his room, knees drawn up to my chest, bare legs tucked beneath me, the branded word whore
ASHINA’S POV“No.”The word landed between us like a dropped blade.Alpha Boris blinked once, as if not sure he had heard me correctly. His broad shoulders, still bearing the dust and blood of battle, straightened slowly.