LOGINANDREW’S POV,Ever since I told Elena the truth about her past, the Presidential Palace had been too quiet for my liking.Judging by the look Alpha Ryan had been giving me after that, I was sure she told him too. Before there was jealousy in his eyes, but now I could only see fear and curiosity. He was cautious with his actions and extra careful with everything that came out of his mouth. He was trying to figure out whether I meant the things I said to Elena, or if I was using her to have an upper hand against him.My spies spotted his Beta on our borders, near a forest on the foothills of Mt. SilverstoneThe sun had set a long time ago, and I looked out of the window at the dark sky, trying to figure out my next course of action. I knew that somewhere out there, Elena was awake and overthinking like always. I could somehow feel it in the restless pull beneath my ribs—the same pull that had haunted me since the night I set foot into the palace. I was waiting for confirmation, but deep
ELENA'S POV,“It's on the foothills of Mt. Silverstone.”The words slapped me back into reality, a reality where I finally started to understand the gravity of my situation. There was a huge possibility that I was the lost Lycan Princess, which also meant I was never a werewolf, as I thought, but a Lycan. Not to forget, I was once married to the werewolf prince and had a daughter with him, while currently I was sleeping with the President of the werewolf nation.I couldn't think of someone who had a more complicated life than mine. It was so bizarre that I started to laugh thinking about it, and the look Beta Corbin gave me made me laugh even harder. I knew he was worried about me and probably thinking the worst, but I couldn't help myself. The whole thing was comical, and I felt like a joker getting ready for my performance.Mt. Silverstone, the mountain from my visions remained a haunting reminder of the things Prince Andrew told me. The white snow and the two little girls playing a
ELENA’S POV,I barely closed the door after Ryan had left the room, before my legs started to tremble beneath me. I felt very lost and overwhelmed by the questions in my head that had no answer. I thought telling Ryan, might help me put the whole thing under a new light, but it didn't. I was still as confused as before, looking for answers in memories that no longer existed.The last thing I could remember about my life was playing with other kids my age in an orphanage as a girl. I don't remember much in particular, but I remember being happy and running through the forest with tall white trees and yellow-orange leaves. I remembered drinking water from a clear river nearby and racing to the waterfall that wasn't far from the orphanage.‘Princess. Lost princess. His sister.’My head spun with every word that came out of Prince Andrew's mouth, and my heart felt too full with uncertainty, too heavy with emotions, and too afraid of the fears of being used by the Lycans for their gain. I
RYAN’S POV,I knew something was wrong with Elena the moment she stepped out of Andrew’s bed chamber.She didn’t even look at me as she made her way towards her bedroom. She always looked at me. Even when she was afraid someone might misunderstand the way she stood too close to the Lycan Prince, she still met my eyes. But that day… she looked past me, like she was searching for a way out. She didn't bother herself with greeting Georgina and Joyce who were standing next to me outside Andrew's room.That alone was enough to make every instinct inside me bristle. I was imagining the worst and by the look on Joyce's face, I knew she was having similar thoughts. Only Georgina tried to keep up the appearances and smiled at me before she walked straight to Prince Andrew, who was very surprised when he saw us waiting outside his room. He tried going after Elena, but I jumped in front of him.Tension rose between us, Joyce took a defensive stance and went to stand behind her Prince. However, b
ELENA’S POV,Prince Andrew kept glancing over his shoulder as we walked down the long hallway leading to his bed chamber. He was making sure that no one was spying on us, and given the situation I had to face during breakfast that morning, I couldn't blame him either. I was also looking around for the same reason, maintaining a good distance from him because I didn't want to be a part of another rumour.Prince Andrew's steps were quick, impatient, and for the first time since he arrived at the Presidential palace, he didn’t carry himself like royalty. In fact, he looked… shaken, almost scared about something. I tried asking him a few times, hoping to find out what was wrong with him, but he didn't tell me anything. He kept on telling me that he would explain once we were inside his room.So, when we finally reached his room, I was ready with hundreds of questions.He pushed the door open and stepped back into the hallway, silently asking me to enter first. I hesitated for a heartbeat
ELENA'S POV,The breakfast was unnecessarily uncomfortable then it had to be, and I wasn't sure how to react in such a weird situation.The bitterness I felt in my heart when I looked around the room wasn't because of the food or the amazing company I was having early in the morning. No! I was bitter because everyone on that huge breakfast table was pretending not to stare at me, while I knew they had their eyes fixed on me whenever I was not looking at them. They were whispering about me and Prince Andrew, I could see that in their eyes, no matter how much they wanted to hide the obvious.Someone must have leaked the information about the night before, and now everyone was judging my character based on that rumour. They had no idea what actually happened between us. I was sure about that because Prince Andrew wasn't the type to waste his time explaining himself to strangers. And rumours in the presidential palace have a peculiar habit of obscuring the truth while adding details to sp







