I walked into the kitchen. The dishes from last night—and the night before that too—were still in the sink. Unwashed.For two days I had been spending the night away from the house. Staying close to Zeke made me sick.I had tried to ignore it, but it was already there in the open for all to see. There were two different sets of plates carrying the different meals that were eaten.It was obvious that he brought the Blonde home and ate with her. It wasn't the first time, or the second, and I wasn't hoping for it to be the last.I walked towards the coffee machine and made some for myself.I had my back turned to the door when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist."Damn, girl! You smell so good," Zeke said as he nuzzled my neck. I remained silent, not doing or saying anything.His hands travelled upwards, grabbing my boobs. "I miss this so much."I didn't flinch, or even react. I just ignored him.But it made me realize something. His touch didn't get to me anymore.In the past, a fea
Lloyd’s POVThe storm outside hadn’t started yet, but the air in my study felt thick with it.I dropped the scroll Elora had retrieved onto my desk, its crimson twine still tight.I had asked her why she had gone there, but she shrugged."Curious," She had said simply.I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle."What?" She asked, frowning."You still don't trust me, do you?" I asked, my eyes searching hersShe shook her head slightly, not revealing any emotion. "I would rather not trust anyone.""Not even your boss?" "Not even my father," She said and looked away. "That's if he were still alive."There was a slight emotional outburst there. I wasn't sure if it was anger or hate or sadness. But I knew it was one of them.So I didn't say anything else; instead, I dismissed her.Deep down I knew she was still hurting, but she was good at hiding it from the world. It was obvious that she was madly in love with her husband, and his betrayal had really hurt her and made her angry.If only
Elora’s POV"Thank you, Mrs. Ken," I muttered as I walked into the in.The stone floors of the Pack’s archive were colder than I remembered. The archive was circular in structure, its walls lined with stacked scrolls, aging tomes, and weird-looking cabinets. Each level was marked by carved runes worn from centuries of fingers pulling at it.At the heart of the room sat a singular obsidian desk. It was empty, save for a quill and a ledger used by the archivist. He barely glanced at me, murmuring a distracted “Sign in,” as I filled in my false reason for being here."Research on historical Pack artifacts—specifically enchantments used in border weaponry."It was vague, but she free#afe.No one questioned those who sought knowledge, so long as they didn’t look like they were chasing ghosts.I moved past the desk and deeper into the shelves, the temperature dipping as I descended a short spiral of stone steps leading to the second tier. It was a place reserved for things not forgotten—ju
Lloyd’s POVThe war room was cold—colder than usual.I was the first to arrive.The doors groaned as I pushed them open, and for a moment, I just stood there staring for a while. It was quiet, too quiet, even for this hour. I stepped inside, the heels of my boots echoing off the arched ceiling. The scent of old parchment and iron hung in the air. The circular war table stood at the center. There were papers already stacked neatly at the seat reserved for me.The reports had arrived earlier than I expected—good. I hated waiting, and today of all days, patience was a luxury I couldn’t afford.I broke the wax seals and began to read.The first scroll detailed another incident on the eastern border—a smuggling route disrupted by a rogue team. Two magical items had been recovered. The description matched that of the Ashen Pendant.Again.They had recovered a Second Sight pendant—its base crafted from Ashen material. The pendant had been extracted from a rogue den and was fused to a blood
Elora’s POV Morning had barely broken when a knock rattled the front door. I froze, still standing at the sink with a chipped mug in my hand. The sound came again—three short raps. Zeke didn’t move from the dining table. He just flicked his eyes toward the door and back to his cup, as if whoever it was had nothing to do with him. Which, in his mind, it probably didn’t. Not anymore anyway. I set the mug down and walked over, peeking through the curtain before unlocking the latch. A courier wolf stood on the doorstep, dressed in the silver-gray of the Alpha’s direct messengers. His posture was rigid and professional like he had been doing this all his life. His eyes never met mine. Instead, he held out a small, rectangular package—black velvet, sealed with a silver emblem. It was a crescent moon slashed with a claw—the Alpha's mark. My fingers tightened around the box as I nodded and murmured a thank-you, watching the courier retreat without a word. Back inside, Zeke s
Elora's POV I shook my head, still unsure of everything."You don't want to help us?" Lloyd asked, his tone calm. He didn't look pleased, but it wasn't like I cared. I mean, I'm grateful to him. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have found out that Zeke was cheating on me. But still, he is a man just like the others. And after what I saw, I didn't think I would be trusting any man that easily.Except... it's on my terms."You're not saying anything," He asked, this time the calm in his voice was breaking."I want to," I said simply."Then say something. Are you helping us or not? And if no, then why?"I stared at him for a while, before reaching for the list. "What does this list mean? Why is my Dad's name here—and at the top? Did he commit some crime or something?"Lloyd didn't say anything. He just pulled the list gently away from me."You don't have to worry about that," He replied. "It doesn't concern you."I let out a light scoff. Then I stood up. "You're leaving?" He asked, n