LOGINElara, a human, had been invisible most of her life—ignored by her father, who lived only to serve the pack; abandoned by her mother, who left; and dismissed by wolves who couldn’t care less. But the night she witnessed the future Alpha murder his best friend—the heir of a rival pack—Elara wished for nothing more than to vanish again. Instead, every eye turned to her—as Kaelen Duskbane’s supposed new lover, the heir to the Duskbane pack. Dragged into a dangerous game where deception is a weapon and loyalty can kill, she had become a target in plain sight. Behind Kaelen’s shadow lurked something darker than anyone dared to whisper, and Elara was standing far too close. Caught between ruthless heirs, bitter rivalries, and secrets carved in blood, Elara must decide: keep her head down and survive… or risk everything by stepping into Kaelen’s world. Because in the opulent halls of the Duskbane estate, humans don’t feast with wolves— they are devoured by them.
View MoreElara did not realize she had stopped breathing until Sally nudged her sharply in the ribs.“Hey,” Sally muttered under her breath, still crouched and stacking the last of the fallen papers. “You good? Or did you just forget how oxygen works?”Elara blinked once, then twice, her grip tightening around the wet tissues still crumpled in her hand. “I—I’m fine,” she said quickly, though her voice came out thinner than she intended.She wasn’t fine.Because Damien Duskbane was standing right in front of her.Not across a room. Not glimpsed in passing.Right. In. Front. Of. Her.And worse—much worse—he was looking at her.Not casually. Not politely.Sharply.As if something about her had just… shifted.She swallowed and forced herself to look down instead, focusing on the dark stain spreading across his shirt. “Your shirt is really getting worse,” she said, latching onto the most normal thing she could think of. “I promise I’m not usually this clumsy. Today is just… a day.”“That obvious?”
Amid the leftover confusion and Elara’s lingering internal panic, they somehow ended up seated together at a café just off campus.How this happened, Elara couldn’t have said.One minute she was mentally replaying the coffee incident for the fiftieth time, the next she was sliding into a chair with Sally beside her, a polished table in front of them, and far too many important people within arm’s reach.Sally sat across from her, eyes dancing with mischief as she shot Elara a look.Elara ignored it with the dedication of someone who would rather chew glass.Luna Nora was already skimming through a stack of documents, flipping pages. She looked utterly unbothered, like chaos was simply background noise she’d learned to tune out.Andrea, on the other hand, had already flagged down a waiter.“Four coffees” she said without hesitation. “And whatever pastries you recommend. Two plates.”The waiter blinked. “Uh... what kind—”“Surprise us.”He nodded weakly but went away anyway.Elara and S
Elara was ninety percent arms at this point.Arms balancing folders. Arms hugging her laptop to her chest. One hand clutching a half-empty coffee she absolutely did not need but had bought out of stress anyway. Her bag was slipping off one shoulder, her wallet was wedged awkwardly between her elbow and ribs, and her brain felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry.The presentation was over. Thank God.It had been a mess. Not a disaster—just… a mess. Slides slightly out of order, her voice wobbling at the start, one moment where she blanked entirely and stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed her. But she’d survived. The professor nodded. People clapped. Sally gave her a dramatic thumbs-up from the back row.Which was why Sally was now walking behind her, laughing far too loudly in the hallway.“I’m just saying,” Sally said, barely holding it together, “if the prof hadn’t stopped you when he did, that sentence would’ve gone somewhere very inappropriate.”Elara snorte
Kaelen’s laugh faded into the quiet like it wasn’t supposed to exist.While he smiled, Elara stayed frozen for a second too long, chopsticks hovering midair, chest tight. It wasn’t the sound itself—it was what it did to the space between them. Made it smaller. Made it warmer. Made her painfully aware that his mouth was… close.Too close.She noticed it all at once: the way his knee was angled toward hers, the way his arm rested along the back of the sofa like it had always belonged there, the way she could feel his breath when he exhaled slowly through his nose.Her own breath hitched.Nope. Absolutely not.She scooted her hips an inch away. Then another. Subtle. Controlled. Like she wasn’t internally screaming.Without a word, she leaned forward and carefully slid the noodle bowl back toward him. No dramatics this time. No tug-of-war. Just a quiet, deliberate pass, as if acknowledging something fragile between them and choosing not to poke it.He looked at the bowl. Then at her.Some
Elara stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring down at herself like she had just woken up in someone else’s body. A dress. Shoes. Her hair done. In the middle of the freaking night!What was wrong with her?She pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to tap—no, slam—her forehead aga
Sitting on the huge table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with the city glittering beneath them like a pile of scattered diamonds, Elara wondered how she had gotten here.The steak on his plate bled softly under the knife, each cut precise and practiced. The food in front of her—dishes she couldn’
The ride was quiet except for the low hum of the tires against the road. Elara scrolled frantically through Damian Diuskbane's followers until a familiar name made her hand stop mid-motion. Luke.His profile looked so... juvenile that she felt offended.The latest post from some hours ago—cigar smok
She lay slumped on her childhood bed, staring emptily. The paper trembled faintly between her fingers. Elara read the notice again — line by line, as if the words might change if she just gave them enough chances.Evacuation effective immediately… breach of common order and dignity… relocation requi






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