MasukEloise’ POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was pain. A dull ache ran through my limbs, a reminder of the night before—of the way Cedrick had touched me, claimed me, ignited something primal and untamed inside me. My wolf was satisfied, purring in contentment, but my human heart twisted with guilt.I lay there for a moment, listening to the soft rise and fall of Cedrick’s breathing beside me. He was still asleep, his strong arm draped lazily across my waist as if he was afraid I would disappear. And he was right to be afraid. I had made my decision.What had we done?We had become the very thing that broke us. Our ex-wife and ex-husband had betrayed us, and in turn, we had sought solace in each other’s arms, crossing the same unforgivable line. Was it desire? Was it revenge? Or was it something far more dangerous—something real?I couldn’t allow myself to think that way.Carefully, I moved his arm off me and sat up, biting my lip as the soreness flared through me. I turned to lo
Cedrick’s POVI remember the way she looked at me that night—as if she was both lost and found at the same time. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across her face, highlighting the conflict in her eyes, the hesitation in her every breath. I had invited her for dinner, but what transpired between us was far more than a simple meal.I had never anticipated any of it. In fact, I was so much ready to let her go already. I wanted to let her know that she can finally live in peace… but I cannot help myself but be drawn to her over and over again, like the old good times.She stepped into my mansion, poised yet uncertain, and when she reached the dining room, her eyes widened at the sight before her. The table was adorned with an endless array of flowers, their petals delicate and soft, their fragrance mingling with the scent of the rich dishes prepared just for her.I wanted her to feel special, to know that tonight wasn’t just another moment in passing—it was a memory I wanted her to
Eloise’ POVThe carriage ride had been silent, save for the quiet rustling of my thoughts. I told myself I had accepted this dinner invitation out of politeness, out of gratitude for his kindness. But deep down, I knew there was more to it.As I stepped through the grand doors, I was met with the scent of something unexpected. Flowers. A delicate, intoxicating aroma filled the air, wrapping around me like a whispered promise.The dining hall was bathed in a golden glow, flickering candlelight reflecting off the crystal chandeliers. And there, at the center of it all, was the table—adorned with a sea of roses, lilies, and peonies. A display so romantic it felt as though the universe itself had conspired to set this scene.My breath hitched. My heart twisted. This was not just a dinner. It was a moment carved in time, something carefully prepared, something meant for me to remember.Cedrick stood by the head of the table, watching me with an expression I could not decipher. His piercing
Eloise’ POVI stood in the dimly lit bedroom, the last remnants of my past life staring back at me. The bed where I once dreamed of love, the curtains that danced with the wind as I waited for a man who never truly belonged to me—every piece of furniture seemed to whisper of the years I had wasted in this house. The air smelled of old promises, of the lies I had swallowed whole, of the betrayal that clung to every fiber of this place. But no more.With steady hands, I packed the last of my things, folding them with the precision of someone who was leaving behind not just a house but an entire identity.I was no longer Tyrone’s wife. I was no longer the woman who tolerated his half-hearted devotion, his fleeting glances that never truly saw me. I was no longer owned by anyone.The finality of it all sent a strange shiver down my spine. I had made my decision—I was going to live alone, unshackled, untethered. No one would ever claim me again.With my bags in hand, I am set to make my wa
Eloise’ POVI do not pity them, I could never. I just know that they deserve whatever is happening to them and I could not help but enjoy the scene they had put themselves through.The world around me felt muted, as if I had been submerged underwater, every sound distant and distorted. My eyes remained locked on Hannah, sprawled on the ground, her once-pristine dress stained with dirt, her hair disheveled. But it wasn’t her pathetic state that kept me frozen. No, it was Tyrone—his hands wrapped around her waist, his grip firm as he lifted her up, as if she was something precious that needed to be protected.Jealousy twisted deep in my chest, a silent storm that I had no control over. The sight of his touch, his concern, made my stomach churn, even when I knew I had no right to feel this way. He was no longer mine. He had never truly been. And yet, the pain was there, sharp and unrelenting.“Explain.”Alpha Cedrick stood tall, his powerful presence dark and foreboding, demanding the tr
Eloise’ POVI had a point. Was it his natural instinct to hurt me? Because if it is, he’s just a load of bullshit.I felt as though there was no other noise in this place except for my muffled breath and my chest that is rising up and down while I tried my best to stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes. This feels more like the kind of pain that you would never wish to put yourself on.“It was your instinct to send me out alone? You know what? Maybe you never even tried searching for me when you lost me. You must have been happy that I left, right? It must have been a good news for you knowing that you and your mate can finally be with each other and I wouldn’t be a bothersome anymore.” I felt like I want to remove all this heavy feelings in my chest.“It must have been heaven to know that you can now hang out with Hannah without any restrictions.” I laughed a bit. “Or was it even hang out? It would have been heaven to fuck her.”It was weighing me down and making me feel less of







