EllaI bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood. What I wanted to do was grab her by that perfect blonde hair and slam her face into the nearest wall. But Jackson's safety depended on my restraint. "If you're smart," Catherine continued, leaning closer, "you'll disappear before the wedding. Take whatever money Liam offers and vanish." Her smile was all teeth. "Otherwise, I'll make sure you both have... accidents." The threat hung in the air between us. My skin prickled with alarm, but I forced my face to remain impassive. "Know your place." She straightened her already-perfect dress. "And stay away from Liam. He might feel obligated to acknowledge his mistake, but don't mistake duty for desire." She walked to the door, then paused, looking back at me with calculated cruelty. "By the way, that dress is at least two seasons old. But I suppose that's the best they could find for someone of your... station." With that parting shot, she glided out, leaving me alone with my racing thou
EllaLiam's father leaned close to him, speaking low enough that only those of us on the platform could hear. "My office. Now." Without acknowledging me or Jackson, he turned and strode from the hall, his back rigid with anger. "Charming man," I muttered under my breath. Jackson tugged at my dress. "Can I go now?" he whispered, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. "Not yet, sweetie," I said, smoothing his hair. "Just a little longer." He pulled away from my touch, his scowl deepening. When the hall had mostly emptied, Liam turned to us. "I need to speak with my father. I'll have someone show you around afterward." "And when were you planning to mention your fiancée?" I asked, keeping my voice low but sharp. "I'll explain later." He glanced toward the door where his father had exited. "Right now, I need to handle this." "Fine. Go. But we're definitely discussing this later." He nodded curtly and started to leave, but stopped as a woman entered through the main doors.
Ella"What happened?" Selena rushed back to my side, concern etched across her face. "His fingers moved," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just now, when I was holding his hand." She didn't look surprised. "As I mentioned, we've observed minor movements before. The specialists believe they're involuntary muscle spasms." I nodded, embarrassed by my dramatic reaction. Of course. Just a reflex. Nothing miraculous. "Right. Sorry." I cleared my throat and straightened my lab coat. "Let's continue with the tests." For the next few minutes, I immersed myself in work, drawing more blood samples, checking neurological responses, and reviewing his previous scans. The more I examined, the more puzzled I became. His condition defied conventional medical explanation. "I think that's enough for today," I finally said, peeling off my gloves. "I'll need to analyze and compare these samples with his previous results." Selena helped me pack everything up. "Would you like me to have these
EllaVictor led me through the mansion's winding corridors in silence. The only sound was our footsteps echoing against the stone floors. I tried to memorize our path, noting landmarks: a painting of wolves hunting under moonlight, an ornate vase filled with fresh lilies, a window that overlooked the eastern gardens. Knowledge is power, and right now, I had precious little of either. My mind raced as we walked. What was I going to tell Jackson? He was already barely speaking to me. How would he react when I told him we'd be staying here indefinitely? That he'd have to pretend Liam was his father? God, what a mess. And Marcus... Despite everything, my heart ached thinking about him. How quickly he'd turned on me. How easily he'd believed Ava's lies. Whatever she'd done to fake that test, I needed to prove it was false. Jackson was his son. I knew it with absolute certainty. But how could I prove it from here? Trapped in Liam's mansion, playing house with the Lycan King? I couldn'
EllaWe'd been walking for at least five minutes, descending deeper into what felt like the bowels of the mansion. "I think I'll come back later," I said, stopping in my tracks. The guard turned, his eyes glinting strangely in the dim light. "The King is expecting you." A shiver ran down my spine. Something about his tone, the way his lips curved into not-quite-a-smile, made my instincts scream. But what choice did I have? Refusing to follow might be more dangerous than whatever awaited me. "Lead on, then," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. We continued down the corridor, the temperature dropping with each step. I hugged the medical file tighter against my chest, as if it might shield me from whatever was coming. My mind raced through possible scenarios, but none of them were good. Was this some sort of test? Or had Liam decided I wasn't worth the trouble after all? The guard stopped so abruptly that I nearly crashed into his back. He gestured to an ornate wooden door wit
EllaLiam studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Alright. I'll provide everything you asked for. Medical history, previous treatments, all of it." He moved toward a cabinet near the door and pulled out a thick folder. "Here's what we have so far. The medical staff has been thorough." I took the folder, surprised by its weight. "I'll need to review these before making any decisions. Then I'll run some tests of my own." "Fair enough." He nodded curtly. "The lab is fully equipped. Whatever you need, just ask." We stepped out of the room, the heavy security door closing automatically behind us with a series of electronic beeps and clicks. "Why all the security?" I asked, gesturing to the elaborate system. "If he's been unconscious for so long, what are you afraid he'll do? Sleepwalk?" Liam's jaw tightened. "You'll get answers soon enough." "That's not cryptic at all," I muttered. He ignored my sarcasm. "Any other questions?" "Just one for now. I need to check on Jack
EllaI glanced back at the patient, my mind racing through options I didn't have. "You're asking me to potentially unleash something that killed our people." "I'm asking you to heal a patient." His voice dropped lower. "The rest is my concern." I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. Yesterday, I was nearly executed; today, I was being strong-armed into treating public enemy number one. "Let me get this straight," I said, crossing my arms. "You want me to heal the creature that terrorized our pack for months? The same one that left children orphaned and mates widowed?" Liam's expression didn't change. "Yes." "Fantastic. And if I refuse, you'll what—throw me and my six-year-old back to the wolves?" I winced at my own poor choice of words. "Essentially." I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. "Some rescue this turned out to be." "I never claimed to be your knight in shining armor." "No, you're just the guy holding the sword to my throat instead of Marcus." I turned back to the
EllaI stared down at the patient, my medical brain automatically cataloging his condition. Pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones. Dark hair contrasted against white sheets. Multiple IV lines. Breathing steadily but shallow. Several monitoring devices tracking vital signs. But he looked... normal. Young. Maybe mid twenties. Vulnerable. "You know him," Liam said, his voice cutting through my clinical assessment. I shook my head, confused. "I've never seen this man before." "Not directly, perhaps." Liam's eyes never left the patient's face. "This is the monster." The words hung in the air between us. I stared at him, then back at the unconscious young man. "What monster?" But even as I asked, ice spread through my veins. There was only one "monster" everyone in our territory knew about. "This is the monster," Liam repeated, his voice flat. My mind reeled backward through time. Images flashed before me: the chaos, the screams, the bodies. I remembered those terrible nights ye
Ella"Now?" I glanced down at my borrowed robe and pajamas, plucking at the silky material. "Give me twenty minutes." "Take thirty." He paused at the doorway. "And Ella?" "Yes?" "Try not to run around the halls in those pajamas again. Some of my guards aren't as... disciplined as I am." I watched him disappear through the doors, my cheeks burning from his last comment. The nerve of that man! First, he saves our lives, and then he has the audacity to comment about my pajamas. I hugged his robe tighter around me. My mind raced with questions. Why did he really save us? What could he possibly need my help with that required such dramatic intervention? The whole situation felt wrong. I had good results with my patients but nothing extraordinary, as he claimed. And why be so secretive about who needed help? I retreated to my bedroom, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. The enormous space felt empty without Jackson, but at least I knew he was safe and having fun. That t