Jasmine, the healer, and Margaret descended the stairsâMargaret's once-wounded body now smooth and unscarred. Not a single mark remained; the only trace of her injuries lingered in the exhaustion in her eyes.Dominic stood as they entered the living room. "Thank you," he said, nodding toward the healer. She offered a small smile and a respectful bow before quietly exiting the house.Elena emerged from the kitchen and immediately reached for Margaret, inspecting her with gentle concern. She took her hands in hers. "How are you feeling?"Margaret's lips curved into a soft smile. "Good as new."Jasmine let out a chuckle. "ThoughâĶ the sheets and mattress? Completely shredded. She had to bite down on something to keep from screaming."Elena waved a hand dismissively. "Donât worry, those can be replaced. What matters is that youâre okay." She glanced between them. "Now, stay and have dinner with us."Jasmine grinned. "Wouldnât say no to that.""Great! Come help me in the kitchen," Elena sai
They sat scattered around the living room, soft music playing in the background and the warm glow of lamps casting gentle light over the space. A bottle of rosÃĐ sat open on the coffee table, half-empty, while glasses glinted in their handsâhalf-sipped.Margaret, curled up beside Jasmine on the couch, looked over at Dominic. âThank youâĶ really. For everything.âDominic lifted his glass slightly in acknowledgement. âYouâre welcome. But now, whatever the council decides about JakeâĶ weâll have to accept it.âMargaretâs expression faltered, a flicker of sadness crossing her face as the weight of those words settled over her. She nodded slowly.âEverythingâs going to be alright, Meg,â Cameron said, trying to sound hopeful.Jasmine gave him a look. âAnd what do you know?âCameron smirked. âWhat I do know isâMeg, if you need a place to crash tonight, my place is always open.âMargaret gave him a small, grateful smile and shook her head, turning to Jasmine. âThanks, Cam, but Iâll stay with Jas
Jasmine and Margaret were nestled under the soft blankets of the guest room bed, wearing the cozy cotton pajamas Elena had lent themâmatching, oversized, and undeniably comfortable. âI canât believe weâre actually doing this,â Margaret said with a small laugh, staring up at the ceiling. âI know, right?â Jasmine laughed, fluffing a pillow behind her head. âBut seriously, have you ever wondered why Elena and Dominic live in this modest apartment when they grew up in literal mansions? I mean, Elena has Athenaâs legacy, and Dominic basically inherited generations of wealth from his ancestors." Margaret chuckled softly. âI think thatâs the point. Dominicâs always been about the simple life. Thatâs why, after Cedrick died, he left the castle behind like it meant nothing and came here. Honestly, I think itâs kind of admirable.â The bedroom door eased open, and Elena slipped inside, her bunny pajamas swaying as she climbed onto the bed with a wide grin. âSoâĶ what exactly are we doing tonig
The memory plate trembled violently in Elenaâs hands, pulsing with a force that felt almost alive. She gritted her teeth, clutching it tighter, trying to keep it hidden behind her back. It vibrated with a strange energy, tugging at her fingers like it had a will of its ownâno, not a will. A purpose.It was meant for Dominic. And deep down, she knew it. Knew it with every ounce of dread pooling in her stomach.Still, she could stall. She had to.âNothing,â Elena said a little too brightly, forcing a grin as she stepped toward him. âDominic, I love you. More than anyone in this world. You know youâre the only man Iâve ever truly been withâĶ right?ââWhatâs going on?â He asked.The memory plate gave a final, violent pull and tore free from Elenaâs grasp, glowing silver as it zipped through the air and landed in Dominicâs waiting hand."ElenaâĶâ he said slowly, eyes narrowing. âWhatâs this doing here?âShe opened her mouth, but he didnât need to wait for an answer.The memory unfurled in gl
Freya slipped into the university library and made her way to the myths section, heading straight for the shelves on werewolves. Her fingers brushed over the spines of old books until a few caught her attention. Cradling them in her arms, she headed toward her newfound usual hiding spotâtucked behind the farthest shelf, past dusty encyclopedias no one ever touched.A small smile played on her lips as she turned the corner.The familiar carpet was still there, along with the worn pillows sheâd stashed weeks ago. Untouched. Undisturbed. This hidden nook had become her private sanctuary.She dropped her bag quietly and sat cross-legged on the carpet, exhaling slowly. Here, she could breathe. Learn. Be herselfâeven if no one else knew who she truly was. It was a place to explore her identity in peace. She had learned a lot, and her Gramps had taught her even more.Lately, sheâd been reading about a ritualâsomething her father had done to hide her real identity. She wondered why. Was she m
"Elena, if it were just a kiss with my dad, maybe I could find a way to let it goâheâs always been a shameless flirt, I know that," Jasmine said, folding her arms. "But weâre talking about Dominicâs father. You know how complicated their relationship wasâlove and hate all tangled together.""I know," Elena said. "It happened so long ago, and Iâve regretted it ever since. I donât even know what came over me. I used to get anxious just thinking about it. Iâve wished a thousand times I could erase that moment."Margaret wrapped her arms around her. "Itâs going to be alright. Dominic just needs time. When heâs ready to talk, I believe heâll listen. And maybeâĶ forgive.""But who would do this to you, Elena? Who would dig up that memory now and make sure Dominic saw it?" Jasmine asked. "Was it Athena?""No," Elena said firmly, shaking her head. "Itâs not Athena. For all her flaws, she loved Cerdrick. Sheâd be just as heartbroken as Dominic if she knew. She wouldnât use this against me. NoâĶ
Dominic picked up the bracelet, letting the frayed threads run between his fingers. He turned it over in his hand, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing as a memory tugged at him.âThis was mine,â he murmured. âBut I gave it toâĶâ His voice trailed off, his mind sifting through the haze of distant days. âSasha. I gave it to a friendâSasha. Sheâs dead. How did you get this?âReginaâs voice trembled as she wiped away the tears threatening to fall. âBecause you gave it to me. I am Sasha, Nico.âHe took a step back. âThatâs impossible. You want me to believe that? Sasha is dead.ââThe poems and stories we read in the forest,â Regina said softly. âThe stories we made up beneath the pine trees. The restaurant you took me to, the raw meat you snuck to my people. The playground where you taught me how to swing, remember?âHe said nothing, the silence swelling between them.âIf you need more proofâĶâ She took a breath. âThe song. The one I taught you. The one my mother sang to me every night... Close
Dominic sat hunched at the bar, nursing a half-empty glass of beer cradled in his hand. The amber liquid shimmered in the dim light, but his eyes were distant, lost in thought, unfocused.Freya stepped behind the counter, her apron slung over one shoulder, ready to start her shift. She spotted him immediatelyâalone, shoulders heavy, hauntedâand quietly made her way over."Hey..." she said softly.Dominic glanced up, his voice flat. "Starting your shift?""Yeah," she replied with a small smile. "Thanks for asking."As she leaned on the bar across from him, a weight settled in her chest. His silence was loud, thick with pain. The kind you didn't need to name to feel. She could feel the weight of his sadness like a fog pressing down around him."Dominic," she said gently.He looked at her, eyes tired. "Do you need something, Freya?" His voice was rough, like he hadn't spoken to anyone all day.She shook her head. "No. I just... wanted to say something."He raised an eyebrow, waiting.She
Cameron led them through the maze-like dungeon. As two guards came into view, he didnât hesitateâmoving swiftly, he hurled two sharp daggers. They flew cleanly through the air, lodging perfectly in the guards' throats before either could make a sound.They hurried onward, following the faint but unmistakable scent of Elena, growing stronger with each step. Rounding a corner, they spotted three more guards stationed outside a heavy iron door.Without hesitation, Cameron unleashed three more daggers. Each struck with lethal precision, burying deep into the guards' necks. The guards collapsed silently to the ground.Margaret rushed to one of the bodies, yanked a heavy iron key from the belt, and jammed it into the lock. The door creaked open.Inside, Elena stoodâweak but defiant. She took an unsteady step forward just as they rushed in.âYou guysâĶâ she breathed, her voice rough but alive, trembling with relief.Margaret ran to her, wrapping her arms around her tightly. âHow are you feeli
Alpha Gabriel stood at the center of his lavish foyer when the heavy double doors creaked open, golden light casting sharp shadows across his face. Athena strode in, draped in a slinky blood-red dress that clung to her every curve like a second skin.Gabrielâs lips curled into a slow smile. âAthena,â he greeted, his voice rich with curiosity as he extended his hand.She offered hers with a soft, calculating smile, and he brushed a kiss across her knuckles, lingering longer than necessary.âTo what do I owe this... surprise visit?â he asked, eyes roaming over her.Without answering, Athena leaned in and captured his mouth in a deep, burning kiss. Gabriel responded instantly, pulling her closer as she murmured between kisses, her voice low and sultry.âI was restless... and you came to mind.âGabrielâs hand slid from her cheek down to her bare shoulder, fingers gliding over her exposed skin. âYou just let the feeling take over...â he murmured.Athena smirked wickedly, gripped his arms,
Cameron slid the key into the lock and pushed unlocked the door to Dominic and Elenaâs place. He stepped inside with Jasmine, Meg, and Sean close behind, all of them quiet with worry.As they entered the living room, they stopped in their tracks.Dominic was on the sofa, shirtless, tangled with a woman in a heated kiss.âE-ElenaâĶ?â Jasmine called out, stunned.Dominic looked up at the sound of her voice, calm and unfazed.The woman beside him turned.But it wasnât Elena in his arms.It was Regina.A tense silence filled the room. Everyone stood still, eyes wide with shock, too surprised to move.âWhat the hell is going on?â Cameron asked, his voice sharp as he moved forward.Dominic stood, running a hand through his tousled hair while Regina leaned against him with a lazy smirk, wrapping an arm protectively around her.âGuys, relax,â Dominic said. âNothingâs wrong. Regina and I are in love.âJasmine scoffed. âIn love?âSean let out a dry laugh. âWhat the heck?âCameron stared at Domin
Morning light spilled through the curtains as Dominic sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A dull ache throbbed behind his templesâa leftover echo of the dream, or vision, that had haunted him through the night. Something felt off. He could sense it. He dragged himself out of bed and padded downstairs barefoot, raking a hand through his hair. A soft clatter came from the kitchen."Elena...?" he called, stepping into the doorway.The figure at the stove turned.But it wasnât her."Good morning," Regina said sweetly, her voice smooth as honey.Dominic stopped cold. She wore Elenaâs robe. Her damp hair curled just the way Elenaâs did after a shower. But the smile she gave himâit didnât reach her eyes.His jaw tensed. "How did you get in?"She didnât answer.Before he could move, she was already crossing the room. Her arms slipped around his waist, and before he could react, her lips were on his.For a split second, confusion and resistance rose inside him until a bolt of sharp, blind
Dominic lay on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, thoughts churning like a storm, regret pressing hard against his chest. The silence was deafening, thick with the echo of choices he wished he hadnât made. He shouldâve never left her sideâno matter how angry heâd been. Thatâs exactly what Regina wanted. She needed him out of the way. She needed him blind.Thatâs exactly how she workedâwait for a crack, then tear everything apart.He had called Athenaâonce, twice. No answer. No guidance. Just more silence.And Elena? Still gone. Out there in the dark, and he couldnât even feel her presence anymore. Regina mustâve done somethingâsomething to sever the connection between them.His fingers clenched the bedsheet as his mind spiraled. A sharp pain pulsed behind his eyes. He winced, gripping the edge of the mattress as the room tilted around him.He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping. Thenâlike a vision tearing through the fogâhe saw her.Elena.She stood far ahead in the forest, bathed in sil
Dominic entered the apartment, each step echoing in the silence. It was too quiet, too still. There was no sound of her voice calling from the kitchen, or laughter, just a heavy, suffocating silence.He moved to the dining room, where her presence lingered like perfume, clinging to every surface. He sat down, eyes fixed on nothing until he saw her.She walked toward him, radiant and smiling, a plate in her hands. "I just created a recipe," she said, that familiar light in her eyes. "Can you taste it for me?"He reached for her, but his fingers met only air.His heart dropped as he stood quickly, breath tight in his chest, and moved to the living room. And he saw them.They were wrapped in each other in the glow of the fireplace. Firelight danced across their bare skin, her laughter ringing like music through the room. Their love burned as fiercely as the flames. He moved within her as she arched beneath him, completely lost in each other.He smiled softly, painfully, until it faded a
Dominic stepped into the clearing, the soft rustle of leaves beneath his boots the only sound. The air smelled of memoryâearth, pine, and the faintest trace of something old. He stood at the edge of the forest clearing, the place he and ReginaâSashaâhad once called their secret spot, where they used to meet long before everything changed. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying memories that felt both distant and close.He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. Regina stood there, her expression unreadable.âYouâre angry because I couldnât love you the way you wanted,â Dominic said, his voice low but steady. âAnd I canât change that, no matter how much I wish I could. But what we hadâwhat we wereâwas real. I wasnât blind to how you felt back then. I just thoughtâĶ I hoped time would heal it. I never imagined it would twist into this.âRegina didnât speak. She only stared at him, her eyes flickering with emotions dancing just behind the coldness.Dominic walked toward her,
Two men dragged a bound, struggling woman down a cold, dimly lit stone hallway. Her face was concealed beneath a coarse black sack, and her wrists were shackled in silver-laced chains that clinked with every step. When they reached the centre of the chamber, they shoved her forward. She hit the ground hard, falling to her knees, breath ragged beneath the cloth.âWell, wellâĶâ a man drawled, dressed too neatly for someone so casual, his voice smooth and mockingâlike velvet laced with venom. âLook what we have here. My future mistress.â He gestured lazily. âTake that ridiculous thing off her.âOne of the guards yanked the sack away. Elena blinked rapidly against the sudden light, her face paleâher mouth was gone, just smooth skin where her lips should have been. Slowly and painfully, it began to reform, the skin shifting unnaturally. Her golden eyes flared with fury.âAh, there she is,â the man purred, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. âOur little guest of honour. Still got some fight in
Dominic sat hunched at the bar, nursing a half-empty glass of beer cradled in his hand. The amber liquid shimmered in the dim light, but his eyes were distant, lost in thought, unfocused.Freya stepped behind the counter, her apron slung over one shoulder, ready to start her shift. She spotted him immediatelyâalone, shoulders heavy, hauntedâand quietly made her way over."Hey..." she said softly.Dominic glanced up, his voice flat. "Starting your shift?""Yeah," she replied with a small smile. "Thanks for asking."As she leaned on the bar across from him, a weight settled in her chest. His silence was loud, thick with pain. The kind you didn't need to name to feel. She could feel the weight of his sadness like a fog pressing down around him."Dominic," she said gently.He looked at her, eyes tired. "Do you need something, Freya?" His voice was rough, like he hadn't spoken to anyone all day.She shook her head. "No. I just... wanted to say something."He raised an eyebrow, waiting.She