LOGINELENA'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
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,A whole week passed since the funeral, yet the ache in my chest pulsed with every breath I took.I thought I would have my closure when I set things right and tell my goodbyes to Molly; however, not for once did I feel that. The grief remained buried somewhere deep inside my heart, inst
“Elena,” I said softly because I didn't want to startle her. “Do you want to leave?”She looked up. Her eyes were red and dry. She had already used up every tear she had, I could tell. “W-what?”“I...I am proud of you,” I told her instead of what I said earlier, and I meant every word. I was very pr
ELENA'S POV,“Don’t worry, love, everything will be fine,” Ryan said, trying to calm me down. I could bet he heard the way my heart was pounding.I was still in shock from what had just happened and held onto Ryan for my life. I tried to think it over again. Julian knew I was in the car, yet he deci
The red-haired man leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and a smirk on his face. “Yet, you're living with a man who is not your mate. Why? What made you leave your pack, leave your mate, and then your job and apartment?” I could feel Julian’s eyes on me, looking for a moment to strike. And I knew







