ログインEstelle’s POVI stared in shock at him.He looked so handsome in the tail coat he wore that was embroidered with gold. His dark eyes locked on mine and then the corners of his lips twitched.Everything stopped.The music, the dancers, and most importantly, my sister and Elias.Then murmurs erupted.Did Zen have a death wish?Walking in here—my father’s pack, the pack of his sworn enemy.I rushed forward immediately to meet him. “What the fuck are you doing here, Zen?” I questioned in a sharp whisper. “Are you insane? You could be killed.”“I won’t. Or else your father will be asking for war from my pack. It won’t end well for Crescent Moon. We both know that,” he replied.“Right,” I hissed.“I came for you,” he said.“I didn’t ask you to,” I snapped.“I came to ensure your safety. Shall we dance?” he asked. Before I answered, he was already steering me towards the center of the dance floor.The music resumed again and Zen was moving me around so I had no choice but to follow his foots
Chapter 30Zen’s POV“I will be fine,” she told me, eyes boring into mine. “You don’t have to control every single thing you do.”“I am trying to protect you!” I barked.“And I don’t need your protection—you try to protect me but wanted to kill me some days back? And you talk about trust? Fuck you!” she snapped.I watched her as she stormed away from my presence and sighed, running a hand through my hair.I couldn’t let her go back there and allow me to look like a fool. Plus, if anything happened to her, what would I do?***I woke up late.The afternoon sun was filtering its way through the open curtains, forcing my eyes open. I groaned and sat up in bed, stretching my limbs, and yawned. As I stood up, I noticed a folded piece of paper by the doorway.It looked as if someone had slid it in through the door on purpose. I bent, feeling the coarseness of the paper between my fingers as I unfolded it.Zen,I have returned to my pack.~Estelle.That was it… one fucking line telling me sh
Zen’s POVI sat on the balcony overlooking the terrace, my legs crossed over the other as I took a swig from a flask. My jaw was clenched, just thinking about Estelle.She drove me crazy, my mind swirling between wanting her, hating her, letting her go… and not knowing where the hell to stand. She was a danger to me and to herself, and the right thing to do according to pack customs was to kill her.Crescent Moon was our sworn enemy—she had no place here. Yet foolishly, I had taken her in and deluded myself we could work together and get revenge on her father when really, I didn’t know her true intentions.A commotion downstairs caught my attention. I stood up from where I sat and walked towards the edge of the balcony, leaning on the edge of the railing. There was a young man there, probably no older than eighteen years of age. He had wavy blonde hair that rustled in the wind, a wide nose, and was quite lanky. In his hand he held a letter and was arguing with a guard who held him by
Elias’s POV“What theme color do you think we should pick?” my wife—Annette—asked me, sinking into the couch beside me. “Red and white seems lovely, right?”“This banquet is very sudden,” I told her, playing with her hair. “Would you not need like a week to plan things well?”“What for?” She raised her eyebrows at me and stood up, hands akimbo. She looked strikingly similar to Estelle, which still unsettled me. The difference was in her cold eyes, whereas Estelle’s held warmth. “Why waste time stretching the event when it can happen as soon as possible?”I said nothing to argue.I’d learned to be quiet most times around Annette, as she was controlling and could bitch about things for long if I had opinions that differed from hers.“Have you received a response yet, though?”“Elias,” she sighed and walked over, sitting on my lap. Her fingers cradled my face and she looked at me foolishly. “We only just sent the invite yesterday. She won’t be responding until later this evening.”“I thi
“A ritual?” I asked, a look of pure shock crossing my features. “Kill who? What in the world do you speak of?”A solemn, heavy look made its way onto Alaric’s face as he sucked in a sharp breath. Rainwater dripped from his dark robes onto the stone floor, forming a small puddle at his boots. “Your daughter who has just been struck by lightning.”“Estelle?” my wife asked weakly, trying to sit up against the pillows. Pure fear came over her face as she clutched the blamket to her chest. “Never!”“You have already named her,” he commented wryly, his dark gaze sweeping over the terrified maids cowering in the corners of the room. “Formed an attachment without the naming rites?”“She came from us… of course there is an attachment,” I said coldly, stepping between my mate and the pack's spiritual adviser to block his view of the bed. “You do not have a child or lover, Alaric. I do not expect you to understand.”“I have no intentions to understand. All of those are an inconvenience to me.”“
Alpha Theoron’s POVThe door to my office was pushed open without a knock, and I knew immediately it was Annette. She was the only one who barged in without any notice. "Annette!" I exclaimed, looking up from the papers on my table. I dropped the pen I was holding and smiled at her. But her response was a scowl as she sank into the chair opposite me. "What's happened?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. "Elias is getting on my nerves." "Well," I replied, "it is one of the ups and downs of a marriage, Annette. You will soon get used to it." "Is that all you have to say?" She asked, frowning. I nodded. "Is the threat gone?" I asked, leaning back in my seat and crossing my arms. I studied her face, and the expression she gave showed me exactly what I needed to know. "Unfortunately not." "So what is the update?" I asked her. "Estelle is very dangerous, and you know that, Annette. I trusted you with this task." "Well," she drawled, picking at her nails. "
Chapter 22ZenI sat at the head of the long wooden table in the meeting hall. I could feel the eyes of the six elders watching me from across the room. The morning sun was coming through the windows, making the dust dance in the air, but I didn't find the sight relaxing at all. My head was throbb
Chapter 24 The PastAnnette “Mummy, mummy,” I tapped my mother, “look at what I made.” My mother glanced briefly at my painting but she made no comment. She turned her attention to what had occupied her earlier; my sister's drawing of her. “Estelle
I sat on the edge of the marble pool with my legs dangling in the water, watching the ripples move away from my skin. The moonlight made the garden look very bright that I could see the different colors of the flowers even though it was late at night. My neck still felt a bit sore from where the ax
Chapter 18 Zen “You have decided to execute her?” If there was a way to describe shock, Bryon's face captured the expression perfectly. “She is no good,” I said with a sigh, “she only keeps getting in the way.” My mind kept replaying the way her body had charged with a strange current that made







