Se connecterGEORGINA'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
RYAN'S POV,I woke to the steady rhythm of Ryan's breathing against the back of my neck.His arm was resting around my waist, heavy and pinning me in place. He was keeping me close to himself, as though I were something precious that needed to be guarded when he slept like a log. Even the warmth of
ELENA'S POV,I pressed my back against the door, my chest was heaving as I felt him against the door.And despite everything happening in my head, I tried to silence the storm that was ready to destroy me from the inside. I felt weak. My lips still burned from his kiss, and no matter how hard I will
ELENA'S POV,“I do. I want you to love me tonight, President Ryan.”Once the words left my mouth, his muscular arms circled me without wasting a second. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with his strong musky scent. There was a comfort in knowing that it was Ryan, someone I could trust with my
ELENA'S POV,I tried to pretend the morning collision with Casey hadn’t happened in real life, that I imagined the whole thing.But the memory clung to me like dirt on a car's wheels. The look she’d given me when we bumped was as sharp as a blade, and it had carved its way under my skin. She didn't







