MasukGEORGINA'S POV, “I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to keep living like this,” he said, his voice softening with that raw honesty that always got under my skin. It pulled at the threads of what we used to be, before I betrayed him and convinced the entire kingdom, including him and hi
GEORGINA'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 had been more than a month since I left the Pack, and things started to make sense with a little passing of time. There was a lot I had to get used to, being independent now, but thanks to my new job at a restaurant in the city center, I was able to pay my bills, and the work kept me
ELENA'S POV,The new place I moved into was small, quiet, and nothing like the Alpha house of the Blackstone pack that I left behind. Although the apartment was barely enough for one person, it was everything a mother grieving the death of her daughter needed.Most importantly, it was mine, and unde
ELENA'S POV,Black smoke rose quietly into the grey sky from the small chimney built at the very end of the crematorium, which was an hour away from the pack. I was standing inside the old building, all alone, waiting for my turn while looking outside through the glass window. It was about to rain s
ELENA'S POV,Even after the man said he was her father, I didn’t hand her over right away.The little girl—Ollie, as the stranger called her—was still pressed against my chest, and her small arms were looped tightly around my neck. She started smiling as soon as she saw him, so that put some weight







