ログインElara’s POVI burst through the doors of my chambers, my chest heaving, my body trembling with a rage so profound it felt like it would consume me whole.The shift back to human form had been brutal—not because of the physical toll, but because of the fury that had built with every stride back to the castle. My wolf had wanted to turn back, to find the black wolf, to protect him. She simply wouldn't shift back. But I had forced her… shoved her back. I couldn't bear to think about it.I stood in the middle of my room, naked and shaking, my fists clenched at my sides. The silk curtains billowed in the night breeze, mocking me with their softness. The candles flickered. Everything was so peaceful. So normal. And I wanted to scream.Instead, I paced. Back and forth, back and forth, my bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor. The friction helped ground me, but only barely. My mind couldn't stop thinking about the black wolf's massive body positioning itself between me and danger. T
Elara’s POVI leaned further into the wolf, letting his warmth seep into my skin. The tension that had coiled in my chest since, slowly unwound, replaced by something serene. My fingers traced lazy patterns through his midnight fur, marveling at the contradiction of the texture—so impossibly soft, yet I could feel the steel of muscle beneath. He rumbled again, that deep, contented sound that vibrated through my entire body. I smiled, resting my cheek against the crown of his head."I don't know why you're here," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "But I'm glad you are."His tail swept across the ground once, twice. A response, I presumed. An acknowledgment perhaps. I closed my eyes, letting myself exist in this moment. The cool night air on my skin. The solid warmth of the wolf beneath my hands as if taking away all the negativity that I had been feeling…it was like osmosis. The distant song of crickets played like background music and the whisper of wind through the pines, made
Elara's POVI couldn't sit there another moment.The food had turned sour in my mouth. Ruth's words churned in my mind. Richard was trying to tell me something similar until these people…these bastards drove him off. And Dustan's silence, his careful avoidance of my gaze, made me want to scream.I set my cutlery down with more force than was necessary. "I'm feeling too full," I announced, wiping my lips with my napkin. "I'm going to go for a run. I need to burn it off."I pushed back from the table, already turning towards the door. “ And Dustan, please don't send your uncle's men after me. I am not running off. I will be back. I give you my words.”Ruth was on her feet immediately. "Oh, that sounds fun! I'm coming with you—""No." I raised my hand, stopping her mid-step. "No, you are not."Cassian's head snapped up at my tone. I could see the surprise in his eyes—no one talked to Ruth like that. Even Ruth herself looked shocked, her mouth hanging open slightly."I want to go for a
Dustan's POVThe silence stretched on.The food on my plate had grown cold, but I couldn't bring myself to care.I could see the way Elara carefully avoided my gaze. Then Ruth suddenly set down her wine glass with a decisive clink."Alright!" She beamed. Her bright smile was completely at odds with the tension in the room. "Everyone seems a little too tense. Guess the Alphas didn't do much at the meet, did they?" She reached for the wine decanter, pouring generous amounts for everyone at the table. "That goes in favor of my brothers, really. Not that they need anyone to carry them.” She flashed that infectious smile at Cassian and me before continuing with whatever rant. “Those Alphas are useless anyway. Should pass on the throne to the next generation already. Those old mutts." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "But wolves are proud, you know."She nudged Elara with her elbow, then pointed her wine glass directly at me. "Especially Alpha wolves."I kept my expression neutral, thou
Dustan’s POVI have no idea why I agreed to this dinner… I sat at the head of the table, my wheelchair positioned at the perfect angle to observe everything while appearing disinterested. Ruth was on my left, chattering away about nothing in particular. Cassian was on my right, his posture rigid, his eyes constantly scanning the room like he expected an attack at any moment.And Elara was across from me.She hadn't looked at me once since we'd sat down.Not once.She stared at her food with the kind of intensity usually reserved for life-or-death situations. Her fingers absent mindedly curled a strand of her hair. She was lost in thought—I could see it in the way her eyes glazed over, in the way she moved her spoon through her soup without actually eating any of it.I watched her from the corner of my eyes, my heart aching with a pain I couldn't quite name.She'd seen me with Lyria. I knew she had. The way she'd fled from the garden, the way she'd refused to look at me now—it all po
Elara's POVI dropped down on the floor, my back pressed against the door, my body wracked with sobs I couldn't control. The tears wouldn't stop coming and I hated every time I thought I'd cried myself dry, another wave would hit me, and I'd be gasping for air all over again.I could identify my pattern, I was almost understanding my trigger… it wasn't just Lyria. I mean it was, but more than her, it was a culmination of all the betrayals… Of all people. Of all the women in the world, he had to have his eyes on her? Not that having his eyes on any other woman would make it any less difficult…but this one person who had stolen everything from me—my father's love, my betrothed, my dignity. And now she was trying to steal my husband too. Not that I gave much fuck about this husband… that's what I kept saying myself. We had sex… it was just because we were mates… the attraction was too much… That was it. There was nothing emotional…nothing… no affection. I pressed my hands against my
Elara's POVI closed the door after shoving Lyria out and leaned against it.My forehead pressed to the cool wood. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. My entire body thrummed with the aftermath of what I'd just done.I'd finally confronted her! Finally I had given her the taste of her own
Elara’s POV“ I ,umm, me? For lunch? ”“ Yeah, you, for lunch!” The words left my mouth before I fully decided to speak them. I could barely hide my disdain for her. Lyria paused at the threshold. Her hand rested on the doorframe, lavender silk pooling around her fingers. She turned back with tha
Elara’s POV I stared at the impeccable specimen. To me, he looked nothing more than a demon, freshly out of hell, trying to test out its tyranny on lower mortals. Disgust curled deep inside my stomach!“Royal property, huh?” I repeated under my breath, my lips curling. “Are you actually serious r
Dustan’s POVI woke up later than usual.Not because I was tired,just unwilling to start the day.Last night lingered in fragments—uninteresting, half annoying. Nothing worth dwelling upon.Or so I told myself.A soft knock followed by the creak of the door interrupted my thoughts.“Good morning, youn







