Mag-log in**Elena**
A broad smile spread across my face as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. It wasn't a dream, and it definitely wasn't a hickey. Xavier had marked me. But what does this mean? Will it all be over now? What will happen with Father, and what would Mortina do? I slipped back into my nightwear and lay quietly on the couch where we had done it.. I wondered where Xavier was. The sheets still smelled like him, Vanilla and salt, but his side of the bed was cold.” Just then, the doorknob turned, and a maid entered. "My Queen," the maid whispered, avoiding my eyes. "The King insists this room is yours now… ," she said. "Really? Where is he?" I asked. "He left the mansion early this morning." "Alright, that's fine. Thank you." I mumbled to myself in awe, "Wow, Xavier has actually forgiven me. Everyone knows how much he loves this room, the previous Alpha's room, and now he’s giving it to me." But why did the maid avoid my gaze.. I got curious and a part of me wanted us to share the room together. So I took out my phone and dialed his number. The line rang once. Twice. Three times. My thumb lingered over ‘end call’—had last night meant nothing? Or was he already regretting it?”. No. I won't think negatively. An hour later, I stood in front of my old home, I had not visited Father in a while and I needed to tell my step mother that there was no need for the Spray scent anymore. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead as I tried to hide the tears and smiled. Father had been like this for three years, bedridden and unable to talk . Sometimes he would write things on paper but other times his written words would be illegible. “Hey Dad, how have you been? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come see you; a lot has happened, and I don't even know where to start”. He made a slight gesture, encouraging me to begin wherever I wanted. “Well, the good news is that I’m married to Xavier. However, Helena is nowhere to be found, and Mortina had to make me wear her scent. It turns out Xavier never received the pregnancy report I sent.” I said all this while sitting on the floor, my head resting on his lap. A warm tear hit my arm. Father hadn’t cried in years.”. I turned my gaze to look at him. “Father, oh my goodness,” I said as I wiped away his tears. He was finally responding to me after a long time. He gestured with his finger toward the notepad on the mirror dresser, which he always did whenever he had something important to communicate. I hurriedly grabbed it and placed the pen in his hands, watching carefully as he wrote. I was trying to make out what he was putting down. Then it became clear: “HELENA IS…” “Helena is what, Father?” I asked, but he stopped writing. “What are you trying to tell me, Father?” Our moment was interrupted by Mortina. “Still playing devoted daughter? He can’t even remember your name.’” “Let the man be, Elena. Why are you disturbing him?”..She continued “I’m not disturbing him; he’s my father, Mortina,” I replied, rolling my eyes. For some reason, my confidence seemed to rise up. Mortina crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, eyeing me as if I were something stuck to her shoe. “I didn’t realize you were back to playing house,” she said coldly. “Or did Xavier throw you out already?” I stood up and brushed dust off my dress. “I came to visit Father. That’s not a crime, is it?” Mortina clicked her tongue and walked into the room. “That man barely recognizes you anymore. But if you enjoy talking to walls, who am I to judge?” She began adjusting the curtains as if she owned the room,which, in a way, she did now. “I just wanted to ask…” I hesitated, observing her movements and choosing my words carefully. “A while ago, I sent a medical report to Xavier. Did you, by any chance, take it?” “What report?” she asked. “Nothing serious,” I replied quickly, forcing a light chuckle.. Why did I even bring up the reports?.. Her eyes narrowed. “You seem very invested in what Xavier sees and doesn’t see. Did something happen between you two?”.. My stomach twisted. “No. Like I said, it's nothing serious.” And, I won't be needing the Spray scent anymore. I said. Mortina gave me a thin smile. “Don’t get any ideas, Elena. You’re only standing where Helena was meant to stand. And once she’s back, you’ll fade like smoke.” I clenched my fists behind my back.. “That would never happen.” “ Oh please, She said, rolling her eyes. “Besides if you wouldn't be needing it, Xavier would have made the announcement. Just stop being delusional. I'll have the spray scent ready incase you come back crying”. She shot back. After giving me a suspicious look, she left the room. I turned back to my father, who now looked exhausted from trying to write. I sat beside him and whispered, “I’ll find out what you were trying to say. I promise.” I returned to the mansion, but Xavier still wasn’t back. The room felt cold.. His scent had faded slightly, and that scared me more than I expected. Where had he gone? And why hadn't he called?. Just then I heard footsteps approaching. His scent followed. But he made a statement that didn't go down well with me. Or did I hear wrong?.**Elena** Excitement filled the air…laughter, cheers, the sound of drums and flutes blending with the echo of happy howls. The night sky above shimmered with stars, and the silver glow of the full moon hung high, as though watching over us. My palms were cold as my heart raced. I glanced at Xavier, and he was already looking at me… calm, steady, and so painfully handsome in his black ceremonial robe, trimmed with gold threads that reflected the moonlight. It was happening. After everything… it was finally happening. He took my hand, firm but gentle. His voice came out deep and clear. “I, Alpha Xavier Than,” he said, his gaze locked on mine, “accept you, Elena Downs, as my fated mate. Bonded by the Moon Goddess to live as one… forever.” The word forever hit differently. It wasn’t just a vow. It was a promise that felt too big for my chest to hold. My lips trembled slightly as I repeated the words. “I, Luna Elena Downs, accept you, Alpha Xavier Than, as my
**Elena**He just smiled wider, reached for the fork instead, and continued.For the next several minutes, the only sound was the soft clink of cutlery and our unspoken tension.Sometimes, his fingers brushed too close to my plate and I’d smack his hand away. Other times, he’d steal from it anyway and grin like a proud thief.It was infuriating.And also… oddly warm.When we finally finished, I stood up, stretching slightly. The clock read past nine. I yawned. “Well, I’m off to bed.”“Good idea,” he said.But instead of leaving, he went to the door, spoke to someone, and returned with his robe.“What are you doing?”“Getting ready.”“For what?”He looked me dead in the eyes. “To stay.”My jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”But he wasn’t. I heard the shower start running a moment later.“Oh my goddess,” I muttered, gripping my pillow. “This man is insane.”I bit my lip when I heard the door unlock again.Quickly, I turned to my side, pretending to be asleep.He came out in a robe, damp ha
**Elena**And just like a miracle, she stepped forward. “Hey, Papa, didn’t you miss me too?”She bent down and hugged him tightly.He chuckled, almost pushing her off. “Hey, go away, you spoiled brat. I see you every day. Today’s your sister’s turn.”“No, I want my turn!” she pouted, holding onto him tighter.I smiled, watching them bicker like children. For a second, it felt like everything was normal again… no pain, no secrets, no broken hearts.Oh, Moon Goddess, I thought. Would I be making a huge mistake if I decided to take Mortina’s confession to my grave?A single tear escaped again before I even noticed.“She’s crying,” Father said softly.“Yes, I am,” I replied quickly, laughing through the tears. “Because I want my turn with Papa.”Helena laughed, making space, and I joined them both in a warm embrace.“I’m sorry, Mortina,” I whispered silently. But I won’t let you ruin our happiness, even from your grave.Helena is my father’s daughter. And she and Xavier… just sister an
**Elena**I knocked softly before pushing the door open.“I’m currently in a meeting. Please see the nurse outside, she’ll attend to you..”He spoke, eyes still on the paper in his hand, until my voice came out.“Well, this patient requires your attention, doc,” I said, crossing my arms.That made him glance up.The expression that crossed Nick’s face made my chest tighten. His eyes widened first, then softened in disbelief…like he was staring at a ghost.“Elena?” His voice cracked slightly.I smiled faintly. “I’m back.”The chair screeched as he jumped to his feet and lunged toward me, wrapping me so tight I almost stumbled.“Woah, careful!” I laughed, trying to steady myself.He pulled back, blinking fast, and then…like the dramatic idiot he’d always been, pinched my arm hard.“Ow!” I smacked his shoulder. “Dude, that hurt!”His lips parted, still in shock. “You’re real?”“No, it’s my ghost,” I said dryly, raising an eyebrow.He burst out laughing…half relieved, half emotional. “Th
**Elena*”The car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, and before I could even open the door, a crowd of maids and guards rushed forward.“Welcome, My Queen!”Roses were thrown into the air, petals scattering like soft rain. The air smelled of jasmine and luxury.I forced a smile. My heart felt heavy, but I hid it behind a calm face.As I stepped out, my eyes caught Ivana’s from across the grand hall.She froze.Her face went pale…like she knew the amount of trouble she was in.The last time we saw each other, she betrayed me. Tried to keep me locked and away from Xavier.“Come with me,” I said, brushing past her without waiting for her answer.She hesitated, stammering. “M–My Queen, this way please… His Majesty said…”I cut her off with one sharp look. “That room,” I pointed ahead.Her hands trembled. “No, My Queen. His Majesty ordered for you to be taken to…”“I said take me to my old room.” My tone was enough to silence her. She swallowed hard and nodded.Two maids tried t
**Elena**My breath hitched.The infinity bracelet I had given him.I nodded, my heart pounding. “What does that have to do with any of this?”He stared at it, his jaw tight. “I finally understand what the symbol meant.. and who it came from.”“No…” I shook my head, panic clawing up my throat. “No, it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t twist this, Logan. Please.”He didn’t speak. He just looked at me…hurt, broken, and still trying to smile.And that silence was worse than any goodbyeI didn’t even know when the tears started falling.They came quietly at first, then all at once.“Logan.. I don't like the way this is going” My voice trembled. “Please, just stop.”He reached for my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Stop crying,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You’re making it harder for me. And it’s killing me.”I hit his chest weakly, my words coming out in gasps. “And what about me, huh? You don’t think I’m hurting too?”His eyes closed, like he couldn’t stand to look at me. “I never







