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,The restaurant I started working at wasn’t a Michelin star, but it was quite popular among the crowds that craved more than your regular burger and fries. It was a small European-style restaurant that served authentic European cuisine along with some famous fusion dishes.It was in the
ELENA’S POV, “For now, come with me, Elena. I promise to protect you from any trouble that comes your way.” How Ryan said that gave me a weird sense of comfort and belonging. I was no stranger to unkept words and hollow promises made by men; in fact, most of my life with Julian had been exactly t
ELENA'S POV,Ryan was standing in a tailored suit with an air of confidence and raw anger surrounding him from everywhere. His hair was parted sideways and his presence filled the small space inside. Although he was a customer like me, he looked more like he owned the restaurant.“President Ryan!” I
“I don't have experience doing anything. For most of it, I had a very secure life. This is the first time I'm doing something with my own hands.” I looked down at my hands when I said that. “I can't let one bad experience ruin all the good memories I made in this place.”“I understand that, but I st







