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
ELENA’S POV,The kitchen smelled of sugar and cocoa, and the air was filled with Ollie’s giggles.She was sitting on the kitchen island, with her legs folded and her little hands dusted in flour that she didn't want to clean yet. Her reason was that she wanted to feel like the chiefs from the TV sho
“It is over,” he said, which I didn't believe. So, he further explained, “She didn't want to watch Moana 2; instead, she wanted to play with Corbin. We just started the second movie, when he showed up to drop something, and she asked him to play castles with her.”“What?!” The shock was evident on m
Ryan’s POV,Corbin said something about the food.Since I had known him for years, I was sure that it was most probably a compliment. Honestly, I couldn't tell what words he used. I just nodded my head, pretending to listen, while turning the fork in my hand over and over. I couldn't register anythi
ELENA’S POV,The castle cake stood proudly in the center of the kitchen island, like a frosted dream come true.At the end, Ollie did find a cake design she liked... it had cream colored walls and roofing with tiles of different shades of grey. Ollie, being a sweetheart, suggested that we could only







