LOGINElysiaI had expected my room to feel more spacious, but the more of my stuff I took in, the smaller the room became.I didn’t know why. No matter how hard I tried, I still ended up folding my clothes really slowly, but when I was done, I closed my trunk, and the sound made it feel much more real.The job at the palace was amazing. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to get it. I would have been fine with a servant position, but instead I got one of the best positions—royal secretary.I was excited, but at the same time extremely terrified. But why?I was just overthinking things. I told myself he probably didn’t even remember. I was the one letting it weigh on me.Gabriel was a king, and he had so many women at his disposal, so I wasn’t sure little old me was like a second thought that crossed his mind.“Elysia…” I heard my name, and my head quickly moved in the direction the sound came from. I found my mom standing at the entrance of my room, a bright smile on her face. “The carriage
Elysia“Elysia… Elysia,” Sylvie called behind me, but I didn’t stop. I walked faster.It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I would pass out any minute now. I was slowly becoming dizzy, but I still didn’t stop. I was totally confused and had not even a single clue where I was going.By the time I reached the open courtyard, I was gasping for air, hand resting on my knee. It felt like my head had been dipped underwater for way too long, and I’d forgotten how to breathe.“Elysia!”Sylvie finally caught up to me. She grabbed my arm, firm, gently but firm, forcing me to straighten. “What’s wrong?” she asked, worry detectable in every line of her face.I didn’t reply. I was quiet for a very long moment.“Elysia,” she called again. “Look at me.”I turned my head slightly. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice more softer.“Did my brother say something you didn’t like?” she asked, totally confused.“No… no…” I said quickly, my voice trembling. My stomach twisted, waves and waves of nausea
GabrielIt had been thirty days—thirty straight days of restlessness and lack of sleep. I never thought it possible to be obsessed with a person, but I was… and I didn’t even know her name.I sat in my study, sunlight slipping in through the tall windows. Carl stood in front of me. I saw his mouth moving; I’m pretty sure he was talking about something… I didn’t know. I zoned out of his conversation a long time ago.My thoughts wouldn’t leave her. I’d tried everything to find her, but Elyndor was too big, and there were so many women with the description I gave. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.But this wasn’t just affecting me; it also affected him. Zaine was restless, and it felt like he was trying to curl his way out of me.Was she a witch… had she bewitched me? I clenched my jaw. Enough, I said to myself. This was madness. I was a king, for crying out loud. I had responsibilities. I had a kingdom to run. I wasn’t going to let myself go insane because of a woman I didn’
ElysiaIt had been a month, a complete month since my life fell apart. I was surprised at how the hell I was still standing. I didn’t think I would even be able to survive this long.I sat on the edge of Sylvie’s couch, my legs tucked beneath me, a warm cup of tea in my hand. Her house smelled of freshly baked goods, and I loved it.“I’m serious,” I said, forcing myself to smile as I looked at her. “You can believe I’m over Derek. He can go to hell for all I care.”Sylvie raised a brow, and I knew she wasn’t convinced, not even a little bit. “You know I’m always here for you, right? Whatever you need.”“I do,” I said, stretching my hands to hold hers. “But I’m fine. Sometimes when I think about it, it hurts… a lot, but not as much as it used to. Cathy got Derek, so what?” I smiled.“Fine,” she said, smiling back at me. “I believe you.”I held on to her hand tightly. Coming back to Elyndor was actually the best thing I could have done for myself. I had my mother and my best friend with
Gabriel The pounding on the door was frustratingly loud, dragging me from sleep. Who the hell was it? “Open the damn door, Gabriel!” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. I knew exactly who it was—Sylvie, my sister. What exactly did she want this early? I turned toward the other side of the bed. I wanted to hold her, the woman from last night. I wanted to feel her warmth, but… it was empty. My chest instantly tightened. Sleep left my eyes, and I sat up abruptly. I scanned the room. There wasn’t a single trace of her, only her scent from last night. It clung to the sheets and to me. A low growl rumbled in my chest. “She’s gone. She left before sunrise,” Zaine, my wolf, said, his voice filled with what felt like regret. I felt an unexpected pain spread through my chest. Last night wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It was just supposed to be a mistake, but I was wrong. I felt a strange connection to her. It wasn’t just the connection. I felt like I was subconsciously being push
Elysia I had no idea when the laughter started, and I wasn’t even sure what the hell I was laughing about. My cheeks burned, and my stomach ached from how hard I’d been laughing. As I leaned against the wooden table, the man across from me—who I had forgotten the name of—was talking, trembling over his words, and it all sounded like gibberish to me. But he was funny… I think. I wasn’t sure. I was way too drunk, and everything sounded funny to me. I laughed again, louder this time, at something random he’d just said. I was drunk… but not that drunk not to notice what he started doing. The alcohol dulled the ache in my chest, and it made me forget about everything. But I wasn’t so lost in the alcohol enough to miss the way his hand lingered too long on my arm, or how he leaned closer with every laugh, his knees slowly brushing mine, his fingers sliding everywhere they had no right to be. I frowned, and instantly the haze in my head cleared just enough for me to put him in his pla







