LOGINGEORGINA'S POV, “It means maybe we shouldn't be doing this at all,” he said, with a serious expression on his face. And for a second I thought I misheard him. There was no way he would be talking like that for long. He grew up in luxury, with servants, and an endless flow of money to fulfil all
GEORGINA'S POV, As I opened the door, the house smelled like decay. I noticed it the second I stepped inside. I wanted to leave instead of stepping further inside because the damp air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of rot and neglect. The floor creaked under my heels as I moved further in
ELENA'S POV, “So you think someone let him in. Deliberately.” He stated, and it somehow made me feel extremely happy to see that he didn't present it like a question. “The guards let in a stranger to your quarters without informing Joyce or me about it. That's not a good sign. I specifically asked
ELENA'S POV, After my sudden meeting with the handsome stranger that night, morning came too quickly. I didn't sleep much, and whatever little rest I was able to get in between, it felt shallow, constantly interrupted by the same image replaying in my mind. Every time the stranger was standing un
ELENA'S POV, The pack house had gone quiet hours ago, but sleep refused to come. I sat by the window in the room Joyce had given me, watching the last traces of rain cling to the glass before sliding down in uneven lines. The storm had passed, but it had left something behind. Not in the sky, but
ELENA'S POV, “It wasn’t just a claim,” Andrew cut in, his voice firm enough to stop the speculation before it could spiral. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table as his gaze swept across the room again, anchoring their attention back to him. “I had my spies look into it after E
My wolf growled inside me even before I could respond to him. She was heartbroken and furious about his betrayal. We had once ached for him, ignoring all his flaws and mistakes because we loved him blindly. We convinced ourselves that no one is perfect, and at least he loved us with all his heart, b
ELENA'S POV,“It has nothing to do with you. I just want to meet my daughter. I have the right to see her.”The way Julian said that made me angrier than I already was with him. Suddenly, he remembered he had a daughter and wanted to meet her. Where was this fatherly love when she died in a hospital
The moment Elena saw the photograph, her face was drained of color. She turned pale as a ghost, and the pink diary in her hand fell on the floor. I could almost hear the crack in her chest and felt the pain in her heart. I didn’t enjoy it. Not exactly. But I couldn’t lie—there was a grim satisfactio
ELENA’S POV,The taste of freedom touched my lips when Ryan started laying out photographs on the glass table.It wasn’t sweet, like I hoped it would be. It was sharp, like the cold breeze after a heavy storm—filled with the memory of rain, but light enough not to feel suffocating. The longer I look







