LOGINGEORGINA'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
ELENA'S POV, Joyce's pack house was warmer than I expected, but it didn't ease the weight sitting on my chest. The storm had followed us for a long part of the way, rattling against the windows before fading into a steady drizzle. It was as if the sky itself had grown tired of helping me for this
I inclined my head and turned to look at some of my trusted members of the pack. “Very well, we'll check both Elena's and Casey's rooms. Elena was the one who brought the files to the office, but it was Casey who had to do it in the first place.”“I understand,” Casey replied confidently, and I nodd
RYAN'S POV,“You will remember. Or you will leave.”No one moved or spoke after that because the message was clear. I was done with their big mouths and discriminatory eyes that looked down on others. They forgot that decades ago, the Monarchy was removed and a Republic was installed in its place to
RYAN'S POV,I sat in silence long after Corbin left the room, thinking about an appropriate next move. I had so much going through my head, yet I couldn't come up with something that wouldn't hurt Elena. I couldn't show favouritism, but at the same time, I knew someone was trying to pull us apart by
Elena smelled of honey, of parchment and ink from Ollie’s lessons, and of the faint lavender she used sparingly. However, the scent on the file was of an imported product. I knew it because I had the same perfume in my closet. It was a gift from someone, but I couldn't place the person who gave it t







