Mag-log inELENA'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
Each one featured two people—Julian and his secretary—from different locations. Some were from parks, while others included movie theaters, fashion shows, shopping malls, or concerts. In some, his hand was resting on her back, while her hand was placed gently on his arm. In others, his lips touched
ELENA’S POV,When I returned to the Presidential palace, Ryan was already outside, waiting for me. He was still wearing his white button-down and navy blue trousers from earlier, but the jacket had been discarded. Seeing him there, I assumed the security team had informed him about what happened in
He was warm and solid, and his arms immediately wrapped around me, holding me in that steady way he did with everything else in his life. For a second, I let myself sink into that strength, without caring about the world around me. I was happy, truly happy with what was happening.However, when I re
ELENA’S POV,I stared at Ryan for a minute, stunned by the conviction in his voice.He would dissolve the Council… for me? Fight the very system we were sitting under? I didn’t know how to carry the responsibility of such loyalty. My chest was ready to burst out, but before that could have happened,







