ログインELI'S POVI woke up to a scent before I even understood why my eyes were opening.It was overwhelming. Cedarwood... deep, grounding, the kind of aroma that makes a tree feel like it’s rooted in your bones, mixed with bergamot, sharp and intoxicating, slicing through the night air. The fragrance flooded the room so thickly it felt like I was breathing it instead of air. My chest tightened instantly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.“…what—” My voice comes out hoarse as I push myself up, rubbing my eyes, still half‑lost in sleep. I blink once, twice, trying to focus. The scent presses against me, a living thing, and then the room settles into a single, crushing awareness.Alpha. Strong. Overpowering. Uncontrolled.My gaze snaps across the room, heart hammering against my ribs as the flood of realization crashes into me all at once. And then I see him.“Lucen…?” My throat claws at the name, a tremor slipping through the syllable.He’s on the couch, his body tense, shoulder
LUCEN'S POV The shift didn’t happen all at once. It never does with someone like me. From the outside, nothing changed. I was still controlled. Still distant. Still exactly what everyone expected the Alpha of this estate to be... cold, untouchable, ruthless, and unaffected. That was the image. That was the truth I chose. But the problem was… I started noticing things I shouldn’t. Him... Eli. It began subtly. Unintentionally. I would find my attention drifting without permission, drawn toward him like something instinctive, something ingrained beneath logic. Eli would be across the room, doing something entirely mundane... reading, arguing with a guard, muttering complaints under his breath... and somehow, my gaze would settle on him and stay there. Too long. “Are you going to keep staring,” Eli said one afternoon, not even bothering to look up from his book, “or do you actually have something to say?” My gaze snapped away immediately. “I wasn’t staring,” I replied flatly. He s
ELI'S POVThe car fell into silence after that. Lucen leaned back slightly against the seat, his expression once again composed, unreadable. The intensity from earlier hadn’t completely disappeared... I could still feel it lingering in the air, but now it was buried beneath that familiar cold mask he wore so easily.Too easily. My fingers curled slightly against my lap. He’s still angry. Of course he is. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He wasn’t looking at me anymore. His gaze was fixed forward, distant, like I wasn’t even there.That shouldn’t bother me. It shouldn’t. Our relationship was a contract after all. But it did. “…you’re not going to say anything?” I asked, breaking the silence.No response. Not even a glance. I frowned slightly. “Lucen.”Still nothing. Seriously? I exhaled quietly, leaning back against the seat. Fine. If he wants to play it like this… “Are you going to stay mad the whole ride?” I muttered, crossing my arms.Silence. I clicked my tongue softly.
ELI'S POVEverything felt too close.The car. The air. Him.My back pressed against the leather seat, chest rising unevenly as I tried to steady my breathing, but it was useless. Lucen’s presence swallowed everything... his scent, his heat, the way his body caged mine in like there was no space left for anything else to exist.“You’re mine, Eli. That’s all that matters.” The words echoed in my head long after he said them, heavy and unyielding. A promise. A warning. I couldn’t tell which one weighed more.My fingers were still gripping his shirt. I didn’t even remember doing that. Maybe... it's instinct or maybe it's intentional... I don't know.Slowly… I loosened them. But I didn’t push him away.Why? My chest tightened at the realization. Because I don’t want to? No. That wasn’t right. Or maybe… it was. And that terrified me more than his jealousy ever could.“Lucen…” My voice came out softer than I intended, still uneven from the kiss, from everything. “You’re overreacting.”The m
LUCEN'S POVI never liked crowds. The hum of strangers and the anonymous chatter... it all felt like a tide trying to wash me out of the world I had built for myself. Yet today, I found myself in the middle of a busy mall, the kind of place that Eli loved because it reminded him of mornings spent with his mother. I had followed him, not out of affection but out of habit. Habit, after all, is what keeps a man from spiraling when his protection is an unpredictable animal.Eli was standing at the stall, he was looking at the row of body soap. He looks like he was dissecting each product, comparing their ingredients or maybe their prices.I saw him before Eli even spoke a word. The stranger stood too close, his presence a thin blade cutting through the thin veil of personal space I had drawn around Eli. He moved with a practiced ease, slipping his hand into Eli’s space as if claiming a seat at a table he’d never been invited to. His grin was the kind that makes strangers think they own t
ELI'S POVTwo months passed in a blur.Not the kind of blur that feels light or forgettable... but the kind that drags, heavy and heavy, until I realized time had already slipped through my fingers without asking permission. Life in the estate returned to something that looked like normal. But it wasn’t. Nothing really was after that night.I learned what happened to Ghon in fragments. Never directly from Lucen. Never from Drew. Always from whispers... guards talking when they thought I wasn’t listening, servants lowering their voices just a little too late, details slipping through cracks no one bothered to seal completely.“They tried to interrogate him,” one of the guards said one afternoon. “He almost broke and talked to spill the information he knew.”“Almost?” another asked.“Yeah… then he just… died. No wound. No poison. Just... stopped breathing.”I paused where I stood, pretending to look out the window while every word sank in.“They said the Dreadlord did it.” That made my
LUCEN'S POVThe week had been a slow bleed of every kind of pain. The kind that starts in the chest and radiates out, a hollow ache that no amount of pack business or physical punishment could touch. Six days. Six days since Luke dragged a coughing, smoke-choked Eli out of the wreckage of Elric's c
ELI'S POV Darkness should have been quiet. Instead, it hums. It presses against my skin like a living thing, thick and suffocating, but somewhere inside that void… something in me refuses to go still. My chest burns. My lungs feel like they’ve been scraped raw with broken glass. Heat licks at my
LUCEN’S POVDarkness in my office has a different weight than the night outside. Outside, the city hums... alive, indifferent, glittering with lights that pretend nothing is wrong. Inside, the darkness breathes with me.And Vulk will not stop howling.The faint glow from the desk lamp casts long sh
ELI'S POV When I wake again, the room feels different. Not quieter in sound... because the city never truly sleeps, but quieter in tension. The sharp edge of panic that had clung to the air earlier is gone, replaced by something steadier. Controlled. Deliberate. The faint hum of traffic filters th







