LOGINEstelle I crashed into Merida just as I finished lunch. She looked worn, tired, and overwhelmed. When I asked if she was okay, her voice came out in a rush. Something about being choked up with chores and how she had to pick up dairy products from a farm before it closed for the day. I volunteered to help and Chris offered to take me in his truck. The expression in Merida’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken when she looked from me to him. In that pressing moment, it seemed like she had a lot of things to say—to me. But Chris’s presence was the stumbling block in her way. In the end, her face finally broke into a forced smile but I didn’t miss the look of warning in her eyes as she handed the farmer’s card to me. Chris sang along to the country music blaring from the speakers as my thoughts spiraled around Riordan and the man in my background pictures. Was it a coincidence? That man had appeared countless times in most of the pictures for it to be one. The only photos where he wasn’t
Estelle I didn’t expect it but Chris picked me up for lunch. It was as if he had this radar in the air, figured out that I planned on bailing out on him and that was the reason he beat me to it. The first ten minutes of sitting across from each other with that awkward silence lingering between us was the hardest. My mind kept going in circles. Why was he being nice to me? It just seemed out of the blue, considering that the first time we met, he had looked at me in a way that carried a terrifying chill to it. Then he worked magic, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and slowly the tension eased from my shoulders. Chris talked about everything. Childhood memories, how his first shift went, and for someone who ranked really high, he was pretty humble.I wished I could give myself a knock on the head for coming to a hasty conclusion about him and thinking he was the same as that annoying sister of his. Ruby. Chris grin widened, my hand covering my mouth as a light chuckle slipped pa
Estelle’s P.O.VI had not seen Riordan since that morning. No one spoke about him. He wasn't available during breakfast, dinner and the absence was starting to get to me so bad that I was forced to approach Merida and ask about Riordan. He had to leave for an urgent trip to Barbados. And he left without a single word.Not that it was important but for decency’s sake. Merida said it had to do with Kingdom affairs. Who did she think she was fooling? Did she think that I was born overnight?I had heard the maids gossiping about Miss Blondie—Linda. Something about her being injured and having to fly back to Barbados.Riordan was there too. The image of her on his bed flashed through my head, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Were they exes? Friends or—I didn't care.It had nothing to do with me. It was just the pain that the man I worried about left without a goodbye. This was my cue to get my head straight because Riordan was the last person I should be caring about. But, he cared
Riordan P.O.V The look of dread on Estelle’s face sat heavy in my chest. I had never imagined a time when Estelle would have to see that side of me. Well, it has happened. And, the fault was mine. My plan to experiment had backfired, badly. I wanted to test the downside and see how stable I could be for a long time if I stopped depending on the medications. If I could control my beast, then there wouldn't be a need to have any member of the Cassiel family as my physician. That hold they had over me was something I desperately wanted to break. I’d been on those damned medications since I turned eighteen. It all started a week after I found my previous mate, Sierra, and took her to a party. Some guys had harassed her in the bathroom and when she came to me crying, I lost my mind, lost control of the dark side of my wolf and in that moment, I only saw red. The gory image of that night was still stuck in my head like a bullet that pierced through my skull. Scattered limbs on
Estelle I woke up sore, numb, and acutely aware of the warm breath tickling my neck. The heavy scent of something sweet, pine wood, and the smell of after-sex still hung in the air. Frozen on the bed, my brain tried to register where I was until I realized that I couldn't move. A strong hand wrapped tightly around my stomach, a leg nestled between mine as I stared down, only to be welcomed by a messy sight of beautiful thick brown hair. Riordan.My heart beat picked up as the warmth of his body seeped into mine. This shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't feel safe. But it did and I didn't know what to think about it other than to drown in this moment.I stilled my breathing, fingers curling into the sheets while I stared at the ceiling.I had wanted to leave last night but typical Riordan stopped me from leaving and forced me to spend the night with him. Now that I remember, I had taken my position at the edge of the bed because I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible.
Estelle I squeezed my eyes closed, in a bid to hide the subtle mortification that slipped through my features. “I… would… wait… outside… the… door,” I hated how low and cracked my voice came out like a neglected housewife who walked in on her husband cheating. It was just that in this case, Riordan and I were nothing to each other. He was just some deranged Alpha—an unapologetic sadist—who derived joy in watching me suffer. He meant absolutely nothing to me, yet there was this pang of pain in my chest that I should definitely not feel.Were these the early signs of Stockholm syndrome?I whirled around to face Riordan, the raw and intense look in his eyes made my breathing hitch. “Do you need me to get you wine—” I darted my eyes to Miss blondie who beamed with a smile, as my gaze fell to her perfect tits.There was nothing unabashed about the way she looked at me. “Not a fan of wine. Thanks for asking,”Riordan and I’s gazes caught, his jaw tense, a fierce heat radiating from him.
Estelle I sipped my juice slowly, still numb from the earful I’d gotten from my aunt. Where was she even? Had she stormed out of the hall and returned to the pack after our heated argument?I raised my head—in search of her—only for my heartbeat to waver. Why was everyone’s gaze on me? I had been
Estelle’s P.O.V Why did it seem like everyone and everything was against me tonight? First it was my aunt, then Maeve’s dad, and now, Lara? I paused for a long minute, considering making a U-turn because I knew that nothing good was going to come out of Lara and me being cramped up in the same
Estelle’s P.O.VI slammed the door hard behind me, leaning against it, my heart racing hard in my chest as Aunt Danica’s selfish words replayed in my head. I fought back the tears that threatened to slip past my eyelids. How dare she belittle everything I had felt? How could she make it seem like
Estelle’s P.O.VMy eyes involuntarily fluttered to a rapid blink and for a second I wanted to believe that perhaps I’d misheard her. She introduced herself to me as the future Rogue Queen and from what had happened, she shouldn’t even tolerate me. Was this woman insane?“Pardon?”A dissatisfied gr







