I want to go home now. My world is spinning; stars fracturing, wind cleaving as if it was threatening to cut me in half. I slowly cracked my eyelids open, slowly inhaling his scent. I stared at his red-rimmed cerulean eyes, the eyes that can vaguely hide sorrows and immensely pour out unspoken sadness. “I want to go home.” I murmured with these eyes closing again, never minding if my voice is enough to be heard by someone or even by the ghost of Eliane herself. I know how important our honeymoon is and how productive our days here in Greece has been. Yet, being apart from the first place that I called home is a torture enough to let me yield to Eliane’s unfathomable essence. “I am your home.” It was all he declared; it was a love confession. Affectionate words that let me remember that I am never alone—that I will be forever bound to him, eternally. I heaved a breath. “I mean in Stella’s Soul.” He blinked by
Someone has been poisoning me. And if someone has been poisoning me, who could that be? The only person that has been with me all the time is… “Tyler,” I muttered my husband’s name, brushing away that parasitic thought that I have no proof of if he actually did it. Besides, he has no reason to poison me— ‘I am you. You are me.’ Eliane’s voice shook my core. I brush it away with a subtle shake of my head. ‘Please, Eliane. Leave me alone!’ No one told me that one cannot fight her own corrupt soul. Yet, here I am…sending Eliane away from my mind as if it was possible. “She only felt that more gravely now because she is far from Stella’s Soul.” The voice of Alpha Kairo, even a few meters away, still shakes every corner of my bones. He glanced at Tyler before jerking his jaw to me. “It was my sister who told me. She can detect poison and is immune to poison. Nyrene even tried giving you a drink with poison to see if your body would react. But you didn’t. And now you did.” “What t
I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. I slowly cracked my eyes open, a set of seven people were a few paces before us. The view from outside the car is now telling me I’m no longer on the plane. The light of the car tells me they were all men judging by the way they stalked towards us. To my left, Tyler’s face remained calm—deadly calm. One that he often wears before he indulges into a full battle stunt. His face is wholly painted to what most people call as the ‘calm before the storm’. He’s the Storm Summoner, there’s no doubt he won’t live up to his title and moniker. Yet, something tells me his expression is a little bit different to what I mostly see. He’s not angry, according to this angle I am staring at. He just sat there, not even bothering to open the door and greet them with a wall of ice. My husband just remained sitting beside me, waiting for something I don’t know. Wiping the misty surface of the window with m
It is my first time waking up in Stella’s Soul—inside the Honeymoon House—without the scent of rain and forest and mist welcoming my senses. Tyler taking off his shirt and going inside the bath was the last thing I remembered before I cuddled with my pillows, eventually occupying the whole bed with my snore. I should apologize to Tyler. But what am I going to apologize for? I don’t even know what I did wrong. I don’t even know what triggered Tyler to act coldly towards me. “You’re awake.” There, by the threshold of our room, Tyler leans by the door. Shirtless and unzipped pants beckoning me to reach for his dick. My breath thickens with every step he takes, closer and closer to where I am sitting at the edge of the bed. “Are you feeling nauseous?” I shook my head. “Aren’t you going to vomit? Shriek because you have a migraine? Go back to sleep because of your pregnancy sickness?” I keep shaking my head with every que
“It’s been a while since you dined here,” Meah commented as she placed my food beside hers. I glanced at her sidelong and smiled wryly. “How’s Greece?” I shrugged. My expression immediately shifted upon remembering the Greek Alpha’s face and his tension with Tyler, “Great. It’s my first time abroad and Tyler didn’t disappoint me.” ‘Not really, just a little bit disappointed.’ I’d like to add that phrase. But judging by her look, I suppose Meah has already read it in my face even if I did not voice it out. “Where’s Melissa?” I asked, scooping a spoon of butter corn soup as I felt its warmth enter my mouth. “She's due in two weeks’ time. Melissa is on a bed rest now.” “I see.” I looked at Meah, but she didn’t look at me. So I continued eating my brunch of roasted beef and barbecue ribs with a side of mashed potato and rice. It took me a lot of strength not to burst into tears at what happened an ho
Rowena was smiling towards me; a sweet, unfeigned motherly smile that I could easily fall for if I was not on my right mind. I blinked, hoping that I was just imagining things, that I never found this gallery hall and never heard Rowena’s voice under the bright light of day. Yet she was there, still grinning as if it’s the only expression she knew. If a smile could kill, I have already dropped dead seconds ago due to my eyes not peeling away from the image of her smiling a few moments later. “Rowena…” I breathed, touching the frame, the names engraved on it. Rowena Cruz and Alpha Bryant. Year 2000. “So you have found me,” her eerie voice echoed in my ears. “I know that you have always been a smart girl, Elaine.” I couldn’t hide my blush though. It has been a long time since I’ve heard a compliment from someone other than Tyler. Speaking of which…he has not come home yet even though it’s past four in the afternoon, the time that he p
“You finally admitted that you are annoyed by those facts about you,” I hoisted my chin, eyes staring straight into hers. “You are indeed just like me, Elaine. Always interested in other people’s life so that we may forget ours that are as fragile and broken as a shattered glass.” Eliane waved a hand when she noticed I am no longer looking at her. “Fine, fine. But I cannot completely swear my word, especially when the things I’m saying are actually what you never wanted people to know.” “Just stop it,” I sneered. Eliane chuckled, one that made me realize that evil never hides in the dark. Sometimes it’s more visible under a bright light. “You know what, Elaine. Girls in glass houses should never throw stones.” Eliane circled me, a predator slowly letting its prey know that it has nowhere to go to. “You are as perfectly imperfect just as I am—and was. So stop turning your back, it will just hurt your feet even more.” I swe
“Yes, I am a Hearteater myself…” I read silently, disregarding the knitting of my brows. “…and so I must continue our bloodline, the original Hearteater’s bloodline as what my Hearteater father suggests—commands.” ‘Oh, Selena!’ I huffed. Even though I badly wanted to crawl beside Tyler and sleep, I must know more. Perhaps that’s why Rowena—Eliane—whoever that is, led me to this journal that still reeks of dried blood. I bowed my head, letting truth after truth just crowd and swirl within me. Even Rowena has secrets. Maybe even Tyler has secrets, too. “With my life,” her handwriting becomes different this time. From bold to cursive, I knew this part will be more emotional than the rest. “I could only grasp the remnants of the dreams me and Mikhail wished. I never fail to miss the gratitude that softened in his eyes. But life is no fairy tale, and light eventually left Mikhail's eyes in the hands of my father, Rowan—the first and leader of Hearteaters.” I was