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
The letter was plain. No seal. No scent. Just three words scribbled in an almost lazy hand:*The queen wants you.*At first, I thought it was some kind of joke. Maybe a prank from one of the guards or even one of the snooty omegas who still hadn’t accepted me as Luna. But the maid's eyes said otherwise. She didn't even meet my gaze. Just handed me the note, bowed quickly, and walked off like her shoes were on fire.Why would the queen dowager want me?I didn’t even know she noticed I existed. She barely acknowledged me during the coronation. I thought she was one of those cold, quiet types who watched everything from behind lace curtains and whispered opinions into the right ears.Still, I went.When I got to her quarters, the door was already open. A waft of sweet cinnamon and jasmine hit me as I stepped inside. The queen dowager was sitting at a small round table in front of the window, sipping tea like she wasn’t the most powerful woman in this palace. Her long gray hair was braide
SEBASTIAN It's been two days.Two whole days since my lips touched Ava's in the kitchen.Two days since I saw her…Dove. Or at least, what looked like her.And I haven't slept since.My mind won't stop spinning. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Standing at the corner of the compound, her long hair falling past her shoulders, those same piercing eyes..watching.Accusing.It doesn't help that my guards found nothing. No trace. No scent. No damn footage. Not even a shadow on the CCTV. Either the ghost of my dead ex is a freaking ninja, or I’m going insane.But I’m not. I can't be.I've lived through wars, assassinations, betrayals..but this? This is crawling under my skin and burrowing into my brain like a parasite. It’s making me question everything.Including myself.I slammed my fist into my desk this morning. Not once. Not twice. Three damn times. My Beta had to pull me away before I broke bone. He says I need rest. What I need is answers.Real ones.Not hallucinations. Not t
AVA What the heck just happened?What the HECK!!!!!!?Why did I kiss him?Why did he run away?Whyyy?What was I thinking when I pulled him closer and kissed him, and we were about tooo...Geez, I can't even say it.Why did he run away?I don't even know which one I'm pissed at…the fact that I was the first person to smash my lips against his, or the fact that he ran away when things were about to go down. I mean... seriously?My heart is malfunctioning. And my brain too. Both of them are just fried scrambled eggs right now.I stared at the kitchen, at the pan that was probably burning the omelet that no one was going to eat anymore, and then at the empty hallway he'd fled into like a scared vampire avoiding the sun. I folded my arms and groaned like a dying cow."Ughhhhhh!"What the hell was that kiss? No, wait. What the hell was I thinking? And also... what the hell was he thinking running away like that?Was I that bad?Okay, my breath might’ve been a little onion-y, but come on
SEBASTIAN "I'll protect you."I don't know when the words slip from my mouth…maybe somewhere between the way her arms felt around me and the scent of her hair grounding me to the moment.But once I say them, I mean them.God, I mean them.I don’t want her anywhere near that courtroom again, and yet… if it means standing beside her, if it means holding her hand while the wolves bare their teeth, then I’ll do it. For her.I hold her tighter. Maybe too tight. Like she’ll vanish if I loosen my grip. Like she’s nothing but a dream I don’t want to wake up from.Her cheek presses against my chest. I feel her heartbeat sync with mine. Steady. Steady.But then it hits me.This isn’t who I am. I don’t do this. I don’t feel like this.My eyes snap open. My body stiffens.What the hell am I doing?"I—I'm sorry," I mutter, stepping back awkwardly. "I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing."I turn to walk away, try to find the space I suddenly crave..but before I can even take a full step, her finger
AVASebastian has been tense for about a week now.Every day I watch him spiral deeper, like someone trapped inside his own mind. He drinks more than usual. Whiskey. Scotch. Whatever he can find. I hear the clinking of bottles at night, the muffled thud of a chair dragged across the floor, and the silence that follows it all. A silence so loud it echoes.The worst part? He never lets me near him.Not even for a second.I don't know why he's like this. He won't talk. He won't look at me the same. It's like he disappeared and left behind a body that only goes through the motions.The only consistent thing he does is cook. He cooks every morning, leaves breakfast on the dining table, and disappears. No note. No smile. Just food and silence.And I… I’m tired of this. Tired of feeling like a ghost in his house.So today, I decide to do something. I decide to breathe.I ask for my gown. The emerald one that shimmers slightly when I move. It’s long, royal, and heavy. It trails behind me as I
SEBASTIAN I pace around my room, my hands clenching and unclenching as my thoughts run wild. The letter burns in my palm, like it has a pulse of its own."Dove is alive. Run."What kind of sick joke is this?I saw her body. I was the one who demanded they pull her from the fire. The image of that scorched corpse has been etched into my memory like a scar on skin. Her pendant was found around the neck. Her ring melted into her finger. We buried her..or what was left.And now this?A note scribbled with no name. No details. Just a threat disguised as hope.I snatch my phone off the table, punch in a number. It rings once before my guard answers."Sir.""Get me the person who delivered that note. I don’t care if you have to turn the city inside out. I want them alive.""Yes, Alpha."I end the call and throw the phone on my bed. It bounces off the sheets and clatters to the floor, but I don’t care. My chest is tight. My head pounds.I need to breathe.I rake my fingers through my hair, t
AVADinner with Sebastian was the most amazing thing in my life. I didn’t expect it to be. Not with the heaviness that hung over me earlier, not with all the things unsaid between us. But somehow, in the dim light of his dining room, with the warmth of roasted potatoes and spicy grilled chicken between us, I felt myself ease. We talked. We laughed. I caught him smiling with the side of his mouth like he didn’t want me to see it, and that made me laugh more.He told me stories about growing up. Some of them were painful—like when he mentioned being poisoned as a child, and how that made him never trust kitchen staff again. But others were light. Like how he used to sneak out of training to go read books under the old pine behind the west gate. I listened like a child, soaking in every detail. Every word he said was another thread tying me to him. And I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.I was beginning to feel safe here. Safe with him.But that safety was short-lived.One quiet afterno
SEBASTIAN I don’t know what got into me. One second I was listening to my security team say Ava's lounge had been broken into, and the next second, I was already by her side, grabbing her arm, saying, "You're moving in with me."Now she’s here.Upstairs.In one of the guest rooms.In my house.I don’t even know how I feel about that. There’s a strange kind of tension inside me. Something tightens in my chest when I think about her being so close. And it’s not fear. It’s not anger. It’s just... new.I bend down to pick up the broken glass from last night. My head aches a little from the whiskey, but I ignore it. Instead, I sweep the pieces into a small tray and dump them in the bin.Then I walk to the kitchen.There’s only one person I trust to make my meals. Me.I learned the hard way.When I was twelve, someone poisoned my food. I nearly died. The worst part? It was my most trusted kitchen assistant. Someone who had watched me grow. Someone I considered family.That was the first ti