|| Lilac’s POV ||
I woke up to the warm caress of sunlight on my face, the golden beams filtering through the curtains and painting the room in soft hues. For a moment, I lay still, my mind groggy and disoriented. The events of the previous night came rushing back— Madeline’s revelation, the unsettling truth about Elias, and the weight of the decisions I had to make. But for now, in the quiet of Elara’s apartment, I felt a rare sense of calm. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Elara’s voice broke through the silence, her tone light but carrying an undercurrent of concern. “Morning,” I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The couch was comfortable, but my body ached from the awkward position I’d slept in. “Where are the rest?” I asked, glancing around the room. “Well, they left after you dozed off,” Elara said, sitting down beside me. She handed me a steaming mug of coffee, the rich aroma immediately waking me up. “Oh,” I said, taking a sip o|| Alaric’s POV || The meeting dragged on, the voices around me blending into a dull hum as my mind wandered. I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept drifting back to Lilac, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. It was like a shadow creeping over me, a warning I couldn’t ignore. I clenched my fists under the table. Hunter stirred restlessly inside me. 'Calm down,' I said to him. 'Something’s wrong,' Hunter growled, his voice low and urgent. 'She’s in trouble.' 'She is at her father's territory. Her so-called mate is always around. He is a warrior. She should be fine,' I tried to assure him but who was I kidding. 'No, she's not. I can sense it,' Hunter pleaded. I tried to shake the feeling, to focus on the discussion at hand, but it was of no use. 'Move, Alaric... go to her. NOW!' Hunter growled in my head. The unease grew, sharp and insistent, until it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my
|| Lilac’s POV ||“Wow,” I gasped, my eyes wide with shock. Elias was strong— stronger than I could have imagined. “Stay put. We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. He moved again, pulling three more rogues from the bushes and dispatching them with the same ruthless precision. When he returned to me, his hands were stained with blood, but his expression was calm. He was a monster caged in human form! “Are you okay?” he asked, cupping my face in his hands. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’re amazing.” I could hardly believe my eyes. He was strong which should have comforted me. But it didn’t. Something kept bothering me and I couldn’t quiet place a name to it. “Am I?” he chuckled, pulling me into a hug. But before I could relax, I felt it again—the prickling sense of danger. “More are coming,” I said, my eyes darting around the trees. “I’ll protect you,” Elias said, his voice steady. But my heart said otherwis
|| Lilac's POV || The next few days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next like watercolors on a canvas. Elara and I spent hours hunched over dusty old books, our fingers tracing faded ink as we searched for clues about the Nightshades. The library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and the weight of unanswered questions. We found little— just fragments of their customs, rituals, and vague mentions of their power. Nothing concrete, nothing that could explain why Elias seemed so... off. “This is useless,” I muttered, slamming a book shut and leaning back in my chair. My head was pounding, my eyes strained from hours of reading. “There’s nothing here.” Elara glanced up from her own stack of books, her expression sympathetic. “We’ll find something, Lilac. We just have to keep looking.” “What if there’s nothing to find?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “What if Elias is exactly what he seems—a good man who just happens to be m
|| Lilac’s POV ||He pulled up to a house on the outskirts of the city, the property surrounded by lush greenery and bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The house itself was beautiful, a modern structure with large windows and a welcoming porch. “What do you think?” Elias asked, his voice filled with pride. “It’s… amazing,” I said, my tone filled with genuine awe. “I bought it recently,” he replied, his smile widening. “I thought… this could be where we start our family.” His words sent a jolt through me, but I kept my expression surprised, my smile warm. “For me?” “Yes,” he said, his voice soft but filled with determination. “I told you I wanted to give you the best.” “But how did you get the money?” I asked, my voice tinged with worry. “Are you worried about me?” he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course I am. You’re my mate,” I replied, my tone gentle but firm. “I had some savings,” he said, his smile
|| Lilac’s POV || The moment Elias left, I felt a wave of unease wash over me. His invitation for a drive wasn’t just a casual suggestion—it felt calculated, like a move in a game I didn’t fully understand. I needed to talk to someone, to get my thoughts in order. So, I called Elara. “Hey,” I said as soon as she picked up, my voice low and urgent. “Elias just asked me out for a drive.” There was a pause on the other end, and then Elara’s voice came through, sharp and alert. “What did you say?” “I said yes,” I replied, my tone tinged with frustration. “I didn’t have a choice. If I said no, it would’ve raised his suspicions.” Elara sighed, her voice thoughtful. “Okay, okay. This could actually work in our favor.” “How?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Cozy up to him,” Elara said, her tone firm. “Play along. If he thinks you’re warming up to him, he might let something slip. We need to know his motives, Lilac. This could be our chance.” I hesitated,
|| Lilac’s POV || “Thanks for the ride, Elara,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Anytime,” she replied, her tone gentle. “Call me if you need anything.” I nodded, stepping out of the car and into the cool morning air. The walk to the door felt longer than usual, each step heavier than the last. Dad’s eyes followed me, his gaze piercing as I approached. “Lilac,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. “We need to talk.” “Okay,” I replied, my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. He led me inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a blanket. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy with unspoken words. We settled in the study, the room filled with the scent of old books and polished wood. My father sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of him, while I took a seat across from him, my hands trembling in my lap. “Ezra’s eighteenth birthday is here,” he began, his tone serious.