LOGIN—LYSANDRA——“The flowers go there, the deep pink ones go to the far corner of the ballroom, and make sure the silver drapes are perfectly aligned,” I direct, my voice carrying a heavy authority. The servants handling the decorations nod with eager enthusiasm, executing my orders seamlessly. Watching them move gives me a quiet surge of joy.I love doing this. I love taking charge of projects that force my mind off the things— and people— that have been bugging me.And heaven knows I have been thoroughly bugged. My mind is constantly caught in a crossfire between my ex-husband's toxic shadow and the intimidating Alpha Demitry who suddenly wants to marry me for reasons best known to his own enigmatic self.Thinking back, I’m incredibly glad I managed to handle Demitry on a softer note the day he came with that sudden proposal. When he got irritated and claimed I still smelled like Edric, it felt like an unfair accusation— but I seized it as the perfect excuse to shut the whole convers
—EDRIC pov—- I ball my fist until my knuckles turn white as I let out an uncomfortable grunt, exhibiting the frustration in my mind as I sit alone in my study, trying to understand what lies ahead in my darn life. I am restless. It’s nothing new but it’s making me livid. I am starving.Starved of her presence and what we shared the day I went to Ironcrest to have a word with her, because I couldn’t go another day without thinking of my mouth on her skin. And turns out she was also feeling the same way. My satisfaction was met but, I am insatiable and I want her. Just her. For the past week, I have tried to drown myself in Eliza. I have taken her against the wall, on the desk, in our bed, trying to force my wolf to accept the substitute. But it is never enough. Every time I touch her, every time I bury myself inside her, a sickening wave of rejection ripples through my veins. My wolf snarls at her scent, completely disgusted by the lack of the fated bond. It is weird because none
—LYSANDRA--Unlike my monstrous and bed-ridden appearance, Demitry Kolvx appears to be in the opposite attire from me; a fine tailored attire that matches his demeanor, which screams the aura of a commander— and a little bit of mischievousness under those thick brows of his.He doesn’t look startled by my grand, disheveled entrance. And his smile is warm and incredibly annoying because the massive chunk of the fiery, defensive energy I was ready to unleash on him drains completely out of my chest. He doesn’t look like a threat; he looks like a man genuinely happy to see me. But what gives? I don’t know this man, and I don’t want to know him.Sure, he’s good looking and hot and is probably toned under his shirts and all but no…I force my walls back up, refusing to let a handsome face soften my resolve."Ah, Lysandra," he murmurs, his voice, a smooth and deep tone that seems to vibrate through the quiet hall. He takes a step toward me, his eyes tracing my bewildered face and entire
—LYSANDRA—-It’s been days, probably a week since Edric visited and my mind can still play out of what we had. I really don’t want to be thinking about him right now or any day but Every time I close my eyes, my mind betrays me, playing back the raw, frantic details of what we did on this very mattress. I am very silly. Honestly, I didn’t know I had this side of me. I can still feel his warm mouth dragging across my breast, the scraping heat of his teeth on my neck, and the heavy, crushing weight of his body pinning me down.My body is satisfied. Naya is quiet, thoroughly sated by the mating energy she craved for. But I hate it. I hate every single second of it. I smell like him, his scent is all over me.The bond between us has snapped back to life, tighter and more demanding than before right after the sex. It is so strong now that I can weirdly still taste the dark, woody ash of his scent on the back of my tongue. I want to hate him. I should hate him, and I do, but my mental s
—LYSANDRA—*It’s funny how one minute the mood and the air in the room can be so eccentric, so completely ecstatic, and the next, we’re right back to square one. We are both standing here, trying our absolute best not to acknowledge what we just did.Now that my clothes are back on, I cannot deny the satisfaction rolling through me. What had been a constant, unbearable ache inside my core has finally been eased, resulting in a satisfaction I never believed would meet me at my doorstep today.That was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve had in my entire life.It’s not like I’ve had many partners to compare it to, anyway. I have been a starved woman for years, and my body knows it.Edric is putting on his clothes in the far corner of the room, and I can’t help myself as I steal a peek at his body. It’s ironic, really. I couldn't bring myself to look at the same body while he was fucking me, but now I’m secretly tracing the sharp lines of his back and shoulders.I also cannot deny the
—LYSANDRA—--*—Maybe I’ll regret this later. Maybe I’ll have the urge to bang my head against the hardest wall known to mankind—honestly, I probably will. But for now, I just want to savor this moment. This is everything Naya has been craving since she was ignited last night. Okay, maybe not entirely just Naya. This is all me, too.The feel of Edric’s hands on me is making me tipsy. My entire body shivers as his mouth hits my bare skin, sending a wave of electric heat straight down to my pussy.He hoists me up effortlessly, lifting me until both of my legs are straddling his hips. His heavy hands grope my ass, taking a tight, desperate squeeze that makes me gasp against his neck. My dress is already on the floor, discarded and getting ragged against the cold marble.He carries me over and gently moves me down onto my bed, his massive body pinning me into the mattress. He doesn't waste a second. He grabs my left nipple with his mouth, sucking me with absolutely no mercy. I let out a
—LYSANDRA——With my bags in my grasp. I look at the pack house one last time as the night draws nearer before taking a turn and finally leaving. This wretched house will never be missed.I should probably just set the pack house on fire, maybe that way I’ll do them a favor of even becoming familie
—LYSANDRA-I stare into the vile eyes of the child I gave birth to on this day six years ago, bright blue eyes that once looked at me with adoration, are now glaring at me with fury and disgust. It looks like he’s about to spit on me. “I’m sorry.” I apologize, like I always do. It’s his birthday,
LYSANDRA’s POV—Henry’s face twists like I’ve personally ruined his birthday already. My chest hurts and my stomach drops. “Henry wh—“You’re too ugly,” he snaps, cutting me off, eyes burning as they rake over me. “You’ll scare everyone. I. Really. Don’t. Want. You. There!” He carves his words o
—LYSANDRA’s POV-Edric looks at me the same way one would look at a child throwing an unnecessary tantrum and proceeds to scoff. “You,” he begins with a snarl. “Always looking for ways to get my attention when I am in the middle of something important. Always”I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t.







