SEBASTIAN How can I tell Ava the truth?How can I ever look her in the eyes and say?I lied to her.I shouldn’t be Alpha. I shouldn’t be Luna’s mate. Hell, I shouldn’t even be breathing after what I’ve done. The weight of it drags on my spine, invisible but crushing. I deserve worse. Much worse.I cut across the west garden, the one where Dove always sat to paint when the morning mist blanketed the roses. She said the stillness helped her see better. “The world speaks louder when you stop trying to talk over it,” she used to say, her voice soft, her eyes knowing too much.That was the last place she ever painted.The portrait still rests in the gallery half-finished. A smear of red across the canvas where her brush must have slipped or… no, I don’t let myself finish the thought. Not out loud.I stood there, at the edge of her favorite bench, hands in my coat pockets, head bowed. Her presence lingers in the way the leaves sway slower in this part of the garden, like they’re grievin
AVAI sat on the edge of the hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptics clinging to the air. My fingers trembled as I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to steady my racing heart. The word "Luna" echoed in my mind, not as a title of honor, but as a curse.The doctor's words replayed in my head: "You suffered from a traumatizing experience". He suggested I speak to Sebastian to lessen the burden. But how could I? He was part of the reason I was here.I needed answers.My phone was missing, likely left behind in the kitchen during the chaos. I had to contact my father, to let him know I was alive, just in case...The door creaked open, and Sebastian stepped in, hands in his pockets, eyes filled with concern."Where are you going?" he asked, his voice soft."Home," I replied, avoiding his gaze."The doctor hasn't discharged you.""I don't care."He sighed, "Fine, let's go.""My home, not yours."He looked taken aback. "What?""I'll go to my mansion, the Queen's chamber.""It
SEBASTIANThe whispers returned, slithering through the shadows of my room. They weren't mere echoes of the past; they were vivid, tangible, as if the walls themselves murmured secrets. Each night, they grew louder, more insistent.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like a war drum. The remnants of a nightmare clung to me: Dove's face contorted in rage, the shattering of glass, the sting of regret.The memory of that day..the day I touched her violently, the day everything changed..haunted me.Seeking solace, I stumbled into the kitchen, hoping a glass of water might wash away the lingering dread. But as I entered, my foot caught on something. I looked down and froze.Ava lay sprawled on the floor, her skin pale, breath shallow. Panic surged through me. I flicked on the lights, illuminating the scene in stark relief. Without hesitation, I called for the guards, barking orders to get the car ready. Cradling her in my arms, I raced to the Pack's hospital.The drive was
AVAI got to the training ground, and the night pressed down like a weight. The moon was high, full and cruelly bright, casting eerie silver shadows that danced with every sway of the wind.The birds had gone eerily silent.Only the sound of my own footsteps echoed, soft and hesitant. The grass whispered beneath my boots like it knew something I didn’t. I stood in the center of the field, the air dense with something I couldn’t name…like grief trapped in the earth.I clutched the flashlight like it was my lifeline. The beam shook in my trembling hand, slicing through the dark. The old sparring dummies stood like hollow ghosts around the perimeter. Everything felt… wrong. Off. Like the world had shifted slightly to the left, and I was the only one who noticed.The wind whipped my cloak behind me, howling like a mourning mother. I turned in every direction, but no one came.No footsteps.No sound.Just the thudding of my heart, frantic and raw.Then…something shifted.A tremor in the
AVASomething is up.I feel it in my bones, in the way the air stills when I walk by. The mansion feels like it’s holding its breath, like something is lurking just beyond what my eyes can see.The drawing. That damned drawing.It’s been haunting me since yesterday. A crude sketch, yes…but there was something wrong about it. The boy with the crown. The girl with wings. A shadow reaching between them. A river. A shadow behind them. Sebastian and I both saw it, and something in him changed. Like a wall slammed down inside him the moment his eyes landed on that paper.Since then, he’s been distant. Cold. Like I’m the enemy.Why?What am I not seeing?Could Dove really be alive?The thought makes my stomach twist. I saw her dead. I was told she was dead. A tragic accident, they said. A curse, others whispered. But if she’s dead, why did she push me into the river that night? Why was my room trashed? Why did I feel her presence at the ritual?Why me?What did I do to her?What do Caleb
AVATwo days. That's how long it's been since that unexpected kiss with Ava in the kitchen. Two days since I thought I saw Dove's ghost. Sleep has become a stranger, and questions plague my mind.Determined to find answers, I head to the queen dowager's quarters, hoping to confront her about the river incident and the unsettling discovery regarding Dove's grave. But as I approach, voices reach my ears..Ava's and my mother's. What could they possibly be discussing?I push the door open, and there they are, seated across from each other, a teapot between them."What the heck are you two doing?" I demand, stepping into the room.My mother, ever composed, sips her tea before responding, "Son, sit down. I'm having a sweet conversation with your wife."The term 'wife' rolls off her tongue with an unsettling familiarity. Ava looks as surprised as I feel.I glance at Ava, noting the piece of paper in her hand.I take Ava's hand, leading her out of the room.Once we're alone, she pulls her h