My knees settle on either side of him as I keep myself raised in the air, leaving a frustrating distance between our bodies. Dustin leans back, his brows lifting in question. “ You are quite daring, Lady Lana. ” “ How do you expect me not to sway when you are touching me like that, Your Highness? ” I blurt, placing my hand on the headrest and leaning back. “ I am your mate, after all. I can not resist— ” His hand shoots out and takes hold of my nape. He brings me down and closer to his face as a storm brews behind his eyes. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ After getting betrayed, and killed by her so-called mate, Elita Folke should have been a goner. But when she wakes up in Lana Redley’s body, a decade back in time, she just knows what needs to be done. Her one goal in life is to change fate for the Alpha King and avenge herself. But the Alpha King, Dustin Landric is not what she imagined. He is mysterious, dangerous, Lana’s enemy and most of all so handsome that Elita loses her mind every time she comes across him. Or why else would she jump his bones on their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Standalone Book 4 of Wolfverse Series Book 1: Omega for the Alpha King (Standalone) Book 2: Forbidden for the Alpha King (Standalone) Book 3: Mated to the Enemy Alpha King (Standalone) Book 4: Changing Fate for the Alpha King (Standalone)
View MoreElitaHis scent surrounds me, and I can’t breathe.Dustin’s arms tighten around me, pulling me more into his front. His touch burns through every layer of my being, like fire searing flesh, but it’s the ache inside that makes me freeze. His breath brushes my neck, warm and rough, and my body…betrays me. Every muscle locks. Every nerve surrenders. I can’t push him away. I can’t pull free. My heart pounds so loud, I am sure he can hear it.He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and I want to scream. But I fall silent.Because it feels good. Too good.A shiver races down my spine, my body trembling between need and fear. My breath catches in my throat as his lips graze my skin. Every inch of me craves his touch, yet every heartbeat screams for distance.“ Tyson was right. ” Dustin murmurs. His voice is low and dark—a whisper that bleeds into my soul. I feel it more than I hear it. His words spread like a storm, drowning my reason.My chest tightens. My lungs burn as if I am drowning aga
ElitaThe moment Dustin opens his eyes, my breath hitches in my throat. It’s as if something raw, and untamed stirs between us—an invisible binding us together.The mate mark on my neck burns, a reminder of what he has done. My heartbeat quickens and I find it hard to think, to look away from his intense eyes.For a moment, there is only silence. No one says anything as we all watch him stare at me. Then, suddenly, Striker rushes past me, breaking the spell. “ Dustin, are you alright? ”Dustin doesn’t answer. His eyes move away from me, from the mark that ties us together, and land on Tyson instead. There is a shift in the air—heavy and dangerous.Dustin rises from the bed in one smooth motion. Striker steps back. I should move too, but my feet won’t listen. One moment, I want to step forth, wrap my arms around him, and tell him how scared I felt…But the next, I want to run away…But he is not focused on me, or the turmoil going on inside me. His focus is on Tyson.Without warning,
ElitaI wake with a sharp gasp. My heart is pounding too fast, too hard in my chest. Darkness clings to the edges of my vision as my chest heaves, my eyes moving around the unfamiliar warmth of the room. For a moment, I can’t tell what’s real. That… vision—no, that hallucination—lingers, my mind spinning with fragments of what I felt.Why did I think that Dustin's statue broke and he somehow came to life to save me? That's...impossible. My mind played such stupid tricks on me while I was dying. My fingers clutch the blanket covering me, and the heat wraps around me. For a moment, I don't realize where I am. The sheets smell clean, and I am wearing a loose white dress that brushes my ankles. I touch the fabric, frowning.Then, I look around again. I am not in that lake. I am in my room. The one in the small cottage. But how?I blink rapidly, my breath quickening as the memory returns—icy water pulling me under, my body going limp, death scratching against my skin. I remember the cold
DustinMy body moves on instinct as I pull her out of the water. Her weight feels wrong in my arms—too light, too still. Her limbs dangle lifelessly. For the briefest moment, I want to look at her pale face, but I can’t She is always talking so much. But now she is silent. I drop to my knees on the frozen ground, cradling her as the bitter chill brushes against my skin. As a Lycan, I am incapable of feeling cold, but I do now. Something inside me is freezing, and I can feel the sharp tips of that ice digging into my heart. Reluctantly, I look up, at the wet hair that sticks to her lifeless cheeks, at the eyes that are closed, at the parted lips that are too colorless. Mechanically, my hands press against her chest. No beat. There is no beat. Or maybe, I can’t feel it because my own heart is beating too hard in my ears. My jaw clenches, and I grind my teeth so hard it sends a sharp pain shooting down my temples.My hands are trembling against her chest. I want to press down, to
ElitaI thought as the water would fill my lungs and I would struggle to breathe, I would think about how normal it was.I had died once before. And the pain would be nothing new.In fact, I would recall everything I suffered. The dark nights. The bloody days. The empty world. I would remember every time I woke up to find that I had fallen one level below from yesterday. I would remember how I slowly forgot what I had destroyed everything for. I would remember my desperate attempts to save my life.Anger. Agony. Fear. But I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t think of the dark nights or the bloody days.Instead, it felt like my life started the day I woke up in that dungeon with wrists slit, and head smashed. There was something different about occupying the body of someone who had died miserably—something like an emptiness nothing could fill, a void so vast it could devour me whole.But I was too cold, too dead inside to acknowledge it. Now, I could relive every emotion I felt for La
ElitaI don’t know how much time passes after I get tired of slamming my aching palms against the door. When no one hears my screams or comes to open the door, I move to sit on the floor beside the bed and stare at the wall opposite me.I can’t believe it.I thought we had made progress.But that stupid, ruthless King just locked me inside this room. He knows I can’t break it down. He used my weakness against me. I snort in frustration, glaring at the door as if I can burn a hole through it. Then, I look away and focus on the floor. I hate that he has done this. I hate that I am here, trapped like this.He should have listened to me instead of acting the way he did—like he is so scared of losing me until he is forced to resort to these foolish methods. Suddenly, the lock turns and the door opens. I don’t look up. I don’t care who's coming. Whoever comes will only come to deliver food, and they will make sure that I remain trapped.“ Having fun? ” Tyson says, his voice low and casual
Dustin“ The voice in the water told you that? ” Moon Goddess laughs, and it’s the first time I have heard her laugh so lightly as if she finds this unbelievable, or maybe…amusing.“ She did. ” I nod. “ She told me your reign depends on the survival of our powers. If Levian is gone, the other four Lycan can still hold onto that power because you paired the women to the Lycan men so carefully…but take out one more Lycan power, and…everything will come crumbling down. The reason why you wanted me gone when I was a child was because…you chose Levian over me…like you did in my past life. You thought Elita could bring him to the side of the other Kings, and you will still have your power. ”“ You are…angry about that. You said before that you did not care. ” She chuckles again, like she finds my anger and resentment funny.I continue in a low voice. “ You changed your mind even after you made her my mate because you know you can control Levian better, because once his child-driven haze is
DustinI was surprised and even pretended to be oblivious when she talked about the prophecy. But it was not so surprising anymore when she didn’t know what it meant.Instead, it was relieving.What you don’t know can never hurt you. That’s what I believe in and that’s why I am against letting everyone know everything. I refuse to let every secret spill out not because I like having all the knowledge in the world and keeping others in the dark but because…when people around me grasp the truth, they do stupid things or turn into people with dead eyes.I don’t like either of those options.And I have figured out that I hate it even more when it’s about…Elita.“ Were you hoping she would kill herself, and save you from the misery of following one man for such a long time? ” My hold over Kalix's throat tightens until his eyes bulge out and go red.I let him have the upper hand when we sparred because I didn’t want him to feel embarrassed in front of his people. Now, I believe he is too d
ElitaSunlight hits my face, warming the side. I groan, shifting to my other side to avoid getting burned. The corners of my mouth sting and feel dry. My lips sting, and feel dry.And my throat…It feels like something is still stuck in it. I blink away the heaviness clouding my thoughts. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, and when I do, my heart jumps straight into my throat.I squeal, rolling onto my side and burying my face into the pillows. Memories of last night flash through my mind. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I recall how bold I was with him—how I touched him, sucked him, and how he…took my mouth…I squeeze my eyes shut. How did I even find the courage? I could never have imagined him like that. I could never have imagined myself like that either.We both must have lost our minds. I squeal again, kicking my feet up, because now, I just can’t believe how I let him have his way with me. Suddenly, the door creaks open.I freeze, gripping the blanket tighter around me
ElitaI was the last surviving werewolf in the world—a fate worse than death. Once, the werewolves and Lycan Kings ruled the lands. We were united, powerful, and unstoppable. Now, I walked alone among the land of the savage vampires and cruel humans. It was my betrayal that ended our rule and destroyed my race until I was the sole survivor of the war that wiped out everyone.But I didn’t regret what I did to end up here, in a world where the history of Lycans and werewolves was long forgotten. Because I had him. Levian Seisti, the original vampire, and a man who I thought was my mate.He loved me, or that’s what I believed. He said he was my destiny and so, I followed him blindly even when I never felt the connection with him.Until…he turned his back on me and my illusion shattered. The vampires and humans were now hunting me down, to end the legacy of werewolves, to end me.I ran and pleaded with everyone I knew. I waited for Levian to come to save me. I prayed to the Moon God...
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