تسجيل الدخولThe walk to the law building felt like a march to my own execution. My skin was still buzzing from the library—from the man with the glass eyes and Jax’s terrifying transformation. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn't be a "prize" or a "mate" or a "scholarship asset." I just wanted to be a girl who studied law and didn't have teeth marks on her neck. I didn't knock this time. I pushed open Alaric’s office door, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. He was sitting behind his desk, leaning back with a pen between his fingers. He didn't look surprised. He just watched me with that heavy, dark gaze that usually made my knees weak. But today, I stayed upright. "Elena," he said. His voice was calm, but I could hear the edge in it. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "I’m done, Alaric," I said. My voice was shaking, but I didn't stop. "I’m ending this. Whatever this is between us, between me and Silas, me and Killian... it’s over. I can’t l
I found a corner in the back of the third-floor library, tucked away in a cubicle that smelled like old paper and dust. I needed to focus. My law textbooks were open, but the words were blurring together. Every time I blinked, I saw Silas’s cold eyes or felt the ghost of Killian’s hands on my skin.I was a mess, and my grades were paying for it. I forced myself to write a few lines about contract law, trying to drown out the guilt. I had been hiding for a week, and the weight of it was crushing me."Focus, Elena. Just focus," I whispered to myself.I reached for my highlighter, and that’s when I felt it. That prickling sensation on the back of my neck that told me I wasn't alone. I slowly looked up, peering over the edge of the cubicle.Across the room, standing near a shelf of thick legal encyclopedias, was a man. He wasn't a student. He was much older, maybe in his fifties, wearing a sharp grey suit that looked like it cost more than my tuition. He wasn't
I woke up alone. The sun was hitting the floorboards of my dorm room, but the bed felt cold. Killian was gone. There was no note, no text, not even a lingering indentation on the pillow next to mine. He had just vanished into the night like he was never there."Typical," I muttered, sitting up.My body was incredibly sore. Every muscle in my legs ached from the night before, and my skin felt sensitive where he had held me. I felt a surge of pure anger. He had barged in, demanded my attention, and then just left without a word. I hated it. I hated how they all treated me like a stop on a map rather than a person.I dragged myself into the shower, but no matter how much soap I used, I couldn't get rid of the smell. It was deep in my pores—the scent of heavy leather, expensive tobacco, and that raw, earthy musk that only belonged to Killian.I dressed in a high-collared shirt and a thick sweater, hoping to hide the marks and the exhaustion. I had to get to my
Alaric had dropped me off at my dorm earlier that evening. He had been surprisingly gentle after our talk, making sure I was tucked in before he left. I managed to sleep for a few hours, but I woke up at midnight feeling like my skin was too tight for my body. My head was spinning with thoughts of the three of them.I needed to clear my head. I walked into the small communal bathroom down the hall, thankful it was empty at this hour. I let the cold water run over my body for a long time, trying to wash away the scent of sandalwood and the feeling of being watched.When I finished, I wrapped a thin white towel around myself and walked back to my room. I stepped inside and locked the door, leaning my back against the wood. I just wanted one night of peace."You’ve been making it very hard to find you, Elena."I screamed, my hand flying to my chest. Killian was sitting in my desk chair, his heavy boots propped up on my bed. He was wearing his leather vest, and
I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest that had become my constant companion for the last week. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to face the reality of my room or the silence of my phone. I had put it on Do Not Disturb days ago. Every time it buzzed with a notification from Silas or a missed call from Alaric, I felt like I was suffocating.I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the mirror. I looked terrible. My face was dull, my skin pale, and my eyes had dark circles under them that no amount of concealer could hide. I looked like I hadn't slept in a month."Get it together, Elena," I whispered to my reflection.I pulled back the collar of my shirt to look at the mark on my neck. It was finally starting to heal, turning a faded shade of bruised purple, but it still looked wrong. I touched the rough edges of the skin. A hickey wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to involve tearing the skin or leaving teeth marks that felt like the
I stood on the balcony of my bedroom, the night air biting at my skin. It was late, the kind of hour where the world felt like it belonged to shadows and secrets. Behind me, inside the room, Elena was buried under my silk sheets. She hadn't moved in hours. She was exhausted, her body finally giving in to the stress and the heat of what we had done in my office.My phone vibrated in my hand. I didn't need to look at the caller ID. I already knew. I pressed it to my ear, my eyes fixed on the dark horizon."Is she safe?" The voice was rough, and deeper than his."She’s asleep," I said. "In my bed."I heard a sharp exhale on the other end. "Of course she is. You always were the one to take what you wanted first, brother.""I'm tired of the games, Killian," I snapped, my grip tightening on the railing. "I’m tired of keeping all of this a secret. The lurking, the following her in the shadows... it’s enough. I’m going to tell her. I’m going to reveal everything to her."







