LOGINCeleste The door shut behind them, and the room fell quiet again, too quiet.Edgar’s fingers brushed my hip as if nothing had happened, as if Celia hadn’t just barged in mid-embrace and Gloria hadn’t been seconds away from snarling.“Are you truly going?” he asked, voice low, thumb tracing a line that made my breath stutter. “The council can wait.”“No, they can’t,” I said, prying his hand off me even though I didn’t really want to. “And neither can Gloria’s attitude.”He shrugged, unbothered. “She dislikes me. I return the sentiment.”“You dislike everyone,” I reminded him, hopping off the bed and searching for my robe.“Not you,” he said too easily.I ignored the flutter in my chest and tied the robe tighter than necessary.“Edgar, this is serious. Gloria looked like she wanted to smash something.”He leaned back on his elbows, watching me move around the room like he was storing every detail. “She’s jealous. She wants your attention.”“Maybe,” I sighed, brushing my hair back. “But
Celeste “Hey you are thinking again.” Edgar's voice echoed in my ear.I turned slightly.and took him in.His eyes had a lightness to them that I had become used to.I sighed. “Wondering why I still let you touch me despite my feelings towards you.”“Your feelings…” he sighed. “ We are still on this?” Silence…I don't have anything to say I glanced out the window and the rays of the moon light fell on my face.I felt Edgar's hand wrap around my waist possessively.“You love me, Celeste. I know you do. I wish you'd just admit it to yourself once and for all.” His voice was soft as his lips found the crock of my neckI didn't answer, didn't want to think about how right or wrong he was about my feelings towards himAfter all, it could very well be the mate bond.“We need to stop lying to ourselves.” My wolf said but I ignored her.“Stop saying nonsense, Edgar. I enjoy my time with you, and I've grown a little fonder of you, but that is all.”“I'm sure you'll be saying this even after
Celeste Edgar raised a brow at me as if to ask if I thought he was stupid or something.“Well, I'm going to bed. I have had a long day.” I smiled. His eyes narrowed further, but I pretended not to notice. I took off my cloak, hung it and then began to slowly unravel my dress.I heard him walking towards me, his strides deliberate and laced with warning.He leaned against my ear, and whispered.“If I find out that you've let another man touch you, I'll kill him in front of you then feed to the wild wolves.”My breath hitched. His words should have disgusted me instead it aroused me to a point where I could hardly breathe.“Edgar.” I whispered.I took in a breath as his hands wrapped around my neck.“You smell good “ he whispered, making me whimper.“Take your clothes off.”“No.” I said but the words came out like a plea, a prayer even.I tried to resist as always, but it was almost a waste of my time because I could never resist him as much as I wanted, and I hated myself for it.“No
Celeste “It doesn't matter what you want, Gethro. I am the one helping you. You should be grateful.” I spat, my eyes glowing with anger. “This is not the agreement, Celeste.” “It is. You will wait for my command or I will destroy your plans.” He suddenly burst out laughing as if I had just said the funniest joke he'd heard in his life. “You may be the queen, Céleste, but you are not my queen, not yet at least.” I gave him a once over, my eyes narrowed. It would be easy to simply slit his throat and render the entire operation null and void, but it wouldn't be in my best interest. I had to destroy Edgar before it was too late for me to ever be free. “You'll follow my orders or I'll make sure you all walk into your death.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. But as soon as they did, I found that I didn't regret it. It was high time he knew who was boss around here Gethro smiled, baring his slightly protruding canine “I see why the bastard wanted you, yo
Celeste The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the east wing, painting the library in muted gold. I woke with a sense of unease, my chest still tight from the memories Lyra had helped me uncover the night before. My mind spun with fragments, lingering images of the boy, the battlefield, and Edgar’s quiet presence across the years. Every flash left me restless, uncertain, and strangely alert. Lyra was already waiting for me, standing by the windows with a stack of notebooks in her hands. She glanced at me with that calm, measured look she always wore, like she could see straight into the storms inside me. “You are up early,” she said softly, setting the notebooks on the table. “Did you sleep?” I shook my head. “Rested… a little. But my mind won’t stop. I keep thinking of him… Edgar. Everything he has done, everything he’s watched, and all the secrets he has kept. I can’t… I can’t process it fully.” Lyra nodded, walking slowly toward me. “I understand. It’s heavy,
Celeste The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the east wing, painting the library in muted gold. I woke with a sense of unease, my chest still tight from the memories Lyra had helped me uncover the night before. My mind spun with fragments, lingering images of the boy, the battlefield, and Edgar’s quiet presence across the years. Every flash left me restless, uncertain, and strangely alert. Lyra was already waiting for me, standing by the windows with a stack of notebooks in her hands. She glanced at me with that calm, measured look she always wore, like she could see straight into the storms inside me. “You are up early,” she said softly, setting the notebooks on the table. “Did you sleep?” I shook my head. “Rested… a little. But my mind won’t stop. I keep thinking of him… Edgar. Everything he has done, everything he’s watched, and all the secrets he has kept. I can’t… I can’t process it fully.” Lyra nodded, walking slowly toward me. “I understand. It’s heavy,







