LOGINELENA'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
ELENA'S POV, The rain didn't let up—it hammered harder, soaking my coat to the skin. The wind was blowing just as harshly, plastering my hair to my face as cold rivulets snaked down my neck. No one budged, not even an inch despite the heavy rain. They stayed frozen on their knees as little puddl
ELENA'S POV, The jet shuddered as its wheels touched the Lycan lands, a jolt that mirrored the knot twisting in my gut. I was finally home, after spending years in foreign soil, yet it felt more like stepping into a cage. Hours had blurred since Ryan faded behind the palace gates, but his words
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,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
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,“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







