登入Elara stayed in the confines of the rickety room of Greene Jones, her fingers tightly gripping the lapels of his heavy wool coat. It was draped across her bare skin to shield her from the bitter, biting cold that leaked through the cracks in the walls. The space was small, smelling faintly of old paper and damp stone, a far cry from the pristine, high security apartments she occupied on the upper floors of the palace. She was sitting on the low bed, the springs groaning slightly beneath her shifting weight, while Greene sat entirely across the room, watching her with a quiet, unreadable intensity.She lifted the glass he had provided, drinking the water slowly, her throat still aching from the brutal grip of Calvin’s fingers.But as the cool liquid soothed the physical pain, her mind remained entirely elsewhere. All she could think of was Silas. Was he safe? Did he manage to slip past the perimeter guards before the alarm was raised? If he was caught, if Calvin's men had pinned hi
Before the guard could answer, Silas saw a disheveled, wild-eyed Calvin joining the search party from a distance. The man looked unhinged, his clothes wrinkled and his pride visibly shattered."Where were you?" Calvin barked, stopping dead in his tracks as his eyes locked onto Silas. He was deeply irritated by everything that was happening tonight, his control slipping through his fingers like dry sand."Sir?" Silas quickly bowed, keeping his posture perfectly upright.Calvin’s temper flared at the calm display. Without warning, he stepped forward and delivered a vicious, heavy kick straight into Silas's shin. The strike was meant to humiliate, to break his composure, but Silas didn't flinch for even a fraction of a second. He stood like an iron pillar, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the space just above Calvin's shoulder."Where were you?" Calvin snapped again, though the question was empty. That wasn't what he truly wanted to ask. The burning poison eating him up from the inside
He was already tearing off his trousers, his movements frantic and clumsy with desperation. Elara fought in place to get away, twisting her body and striking out, but Calvin was only stronger because she was already weakened a bit from the intense pleasures of moments before. Her pulse was erratic, her muscles heavy, and the lingering taste of Silas was still all over her tongue, making her own body betray her by craving a fulfillment that Calvin could never give."Get away from me!" she screamed, twisting her face away from his suffocating grip, her nails digging into his arms as she fought to throw him off.But he didn't stop. Each time she tried to get away, twisting her upper body and trying to slide off the mattress, he pinned her back to the bed holding her down by the wrists until the leather headboard rattled against the wall.She needed to act fast, but her body was failing her. The lingering haze of the mating high with Silas had left her muscles heavy and unresponsive, her
"But, Elara...""Shhhh... don't ruin this moment for me," she said softly, her breath warm against his lips.She didn't give him room to argue further. She leaned in, closing the final inch of distance between them, and started to kiss him again. It was a slow, possessive kiss that effectively drowned out his protests, pulling him right back into the deep, turbulent waters of the only place he felt truly alive.Her hands went to his trousers and began to force them down his legs, the urgency in her grip cutting through any remaining hesitation between them."I want you, Silas," she breathed against his skin, her voice raw and entirely stripped of its usual composure. "I don't know, but I just want you... so give it to me... right now...""Elara..."Her name was a ragged plea on his lips. He was beginning to lose it too, the last of his carefully guarded discipline dissolving the moment her warmth pressed entirely against him. The scent of her, thick and intoxicating in the dim evenin
Calvin stared at him for a long moment, his eyes searching for any shift in Silas’s posture. Finally, he gave a curt nod. Silas didn't wait for a dismissal; he grabbed his bag and walked away, his skin crawling with the feeling of Calvin’s eyes on his back.Calvin watched him go, his jaw set. He knew Silas was hiding something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. He turned to Darren, who had been watching the exchange from a distance."You're Darren, right? Silas' friend?"Darren dropped into a quick, respectful bow. "Welcome, my lord. Yes, I am."Calvin smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was the smile of a man who had found a new tool. "You need a place beside me in the future, Darren. I need bright-eyed wolves like you who know how to watch and listen. Silas is a good soldier, but he’s too loyal to the wrong person."Darren’s eyes lit up at the prospect of power. "I understand, sir.""Good," Calvin said, stepping closer. "Find out what Silas is hiding. I want to kn
"Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am right now, today?" Calvin, "I laboured for twelve years when you were gone. All the messes you don't seem to take now, I took it for twelve years and got used to it, and you're going to be awarded life on a platter, a life you didn't even work and then you miraculously get it and shit on my head!!" Elara felt the air being cut off. She was silently choking, her lungs burning, but she didn't claw at his hand. This wasn't new. Greene Jones had done this to her countless times. Instead of showing weakness, she let her anger flare. She stared directly into Calvin’s eyes, her gaze filled with pure, unadulterated contempt for his desperation.Calvin’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "Tell me," he growled. "Who is the omega?""I asked you a question!!" Calvin roared, his fingers tightening even further.Elara’s world began to gray at the edges, her lungs screaming for oxygen, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a struggle.
Mr. Vance turned to his daughter, his deep-set eyes judgmental and cold. "You're lucky Calvin is here to soften the blow. You need to get on their good side and stop being so annoying. You are making yourself a target before you’ve even taken the throne.""I'm being annoying?" Elara started, her vo
Elara’s grip on her phone tightened until the casing groaned. "Calvin, you're taking so much interest in my life lately. I wonder why and what's giving you the nerve to interrogate me like a common criminal.""Well, we're going to be married soon. You seem to forget that we're going to be a couple,
"What have I done to deserve this sort of life, mother?" Greene cried over the phone, his voice cracking as he huddled in the corner of the cold, damp laundry room. He spoke to his mother in hushed, frantic tones, the sound of water dripping from the heavy, sodden fabrics nearby acting as a metron
He asked, his voice a low rumble of authority. Calvin's eyes drifted immediately to him, sharp and predatory, searching for any sign of a lie.What should he say? How would he explain the mess of what happened last night? What could he possibly say to defend himself without digging a deeper hole? D







