LOGINElena’s POVHorace punched Coren continuously, never once bending to the pleas of the voices behind.I stood frozen, unsure of what to do as I had never seen him so out of touch.My eyes darted around, and just then, I caught an unexpected sight.The blonde woman, Coren's wife, stood by the side, sneering at her husband, who was sprawled out on the floor, only reacting to the punches he was getting.My brows shot up as that was the least reaction I was expecting to see from the wife of a man in such a position.I was still staring at her, my surprise etched on my face, when she turned and her eyes met mine.Her face quickly softened, and she jerked like she hadn’t been expecting anyone to catch her look.She looked around her to confirm if I was the only one who had caught her in such a questioning state, and I was.Every other person was too busy being shocked by Horace’s display.I looked away, deciding the matter wasn’t important enough for me to focus on at that moment.my eyes fl
Elena’s POVI wrapped my arms around Horace‘s elbow as we walked into the great hall to join the other Alphas and Lunas for the celebratory introduction of the hunt event.The moment we walked in, all eyes turned to us as we were the only unconventional duo in the room.Not only was I really not a Luna, my name had also been swirling in the media for various types of reasons. Negative, untrue reasons. And it was all thanks to that little hot mess that called herself Ashanti.Horace, on the other hand, was seen as a man who was dancing between the fingers of a woman, ready to do anything for her.Although no one said it to me directly.I had heard it all through the whispering halls of the thick tents set up, or the maids that didn’t know I was standing close and just had to give a recap amongst themselves on what was discussed in their master's room.I always smiled whenever the words drifted into my ears.However, no matter what shadows they carried heavy with their hearts, none coul
Elena’s POVThe day after we spoke, I sent all the evidence I had against them to the police, intentionally omitting Michael’s involvement.I wanted the fear to build bit by bit, make him go crazy from hallucinations before I dropped the final ball.With the evidence in the police’s hands, it didn't take long before her face graced the news more than ever.Like every hour of the day.Not in her usual manner as the star of some magazine, but as a high-profile suspect on the run.At least she was still being treated with a bit of respect, as the police were still urging her to come in for questioning, as to the usual procedure for threats to criminals on the run.But instead of doing just that, she was blowing up my phone repeatedly. Obviously, I knew why she was calling meShe wanted to explore her stupidity by demanding answers as to how I could dare to fight against her in such a manner.The audacity she exhibited was one that sometimes left me shocked.Anyway, I didn’t pick up any o
Elena’s POVThe cartoon went on for a while, and all the time, I just sat there. Stiff.Only moving when Ethan would occasionally tap me to get my attention to something he found amusing.I was grateful for it because the distraction was the only thing keeping me from committing a ravenous act of unholiness.But then after a while, his soft laughter began to fade, softening into small hums as he played with my fingers.His lashes began fluttering, heavy with sleep, though I could see he was fighting it with deep stubbornness.His breathing began to slow down, and a moment later, his head tipped against my arm, his curls brushing softly against my skin.His hand slipped, landing on my skin with a low thud.“Mama.” He breathed into my skin, drawing a warm smile from my lips as I carried him to settle on my thigh.Within moments, the room that had been filled with his chatter fell still, followed by the soft rise and fall of his chest.And the awkward silence that began to stretch betwee
Elena’s POVI wanted him. Badly. But I just couldn’t get rid of the fear that tugged deep in my heart. It felt as if I made any attempt to grab onto any idea of happiness, I was going to regret it. Lose it.And I didn't want to lose him. Not Horace.The man was becoming everything for me. Another thing that scared me deeply. How long could I go on avoiding him when his face was always in my mind? His touch, gentle and otherwise, had become the only activity my mind could dwell on. My wolf purred at the slightest hint of his scent.Yet, all I wanted to do was avoid the man. How in the hell was that possible?I took one last look, hoping he’d see through my refusal. Hoping he’d be able to understand that it wasn’t that I didn’t want him, but that I wanted him too much, and I was scared that if I played into it. I may have nothing but tears and sorrow to fall back on.I turned on my heels, walking out of his sight.Though I could feel his eyes bearing deeply into my skin. In fac
Horace’s POVEver since our little play at the hospital, she had been avoiding me. Acting like it never happened.Acting like one of the best moments of my life in a long while never happened, and I was tired of pretending alongside her.I was tired of pretending like her scent wasn’t an intoxication that kept me awake at night and kept me on my toes in the day.I watched her walk around the house, her hips swinging from side to side. In my face.And I could do nothing but deal with the accompanying heat alone.When she spoke, I could barely listen because all I had in my head was the softness of her moving lips.The heaving of her chest, her bosom stacked before me.So when she stared at me, I didn’t miss the heat in her eyes.It was my opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it go for anyone or anything.Not even for her little pretense.My hand shifted her sundress downwards, running down her thigh. Her bare thigh.“Horace.” She whispered a warning, but her eyes had another instruct







