MasukElias’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 25ELIASThe glittering city lights, the tall buildings,the excitement from the taverns and flock of people.I loved this city.It reminded me that I chose correctly, that I abandoned weakness and clung to ambition. I was meant for more and I knew so. And yet, my lips refused to lift in joy.How could I smile?Estelle.That rejected wolf. The one I discarded without hesitation. The one I convinced myself was nothing more than a burden. I chose Annette, and I have never once questioned that decision.Not until today.Estelle, the girl I considered discarded shoes, was now worn by my rival, Zen.The irony; what I cast aside now looked more polished, elevated, far more valuable than when it belonged to me.Zen, that illegitimate bastard stood there, tall and smug, lifting his hand just enough for the cameras to catch a gleam of the ring.Her
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 is simply talented!” one of her friends in the parlour spoke up as she passed Estelle's drawing to her. I watched as her mother's eyes lit up with pride as Estelle's work was passed around her friends while hers was ignored. My little fingers balled up in a fist as I thought about all the ways I could hurt Estelle. I walked out of her mother's weekly tea sessions and went to look for her sister, holding my deserted painting behind her. “Annette?” I turned to see my father leaning over the rails around the inner courtyard. “Father?” I looked up to see my father smile at me. He carried my small body into his arms and spun me around. “What do w
Chapter 23 Annette’s POVI paced anxiously in my perusian styled parlour as I waited anxiously for Caleb. He was meant to be here thirty minutes ago but he was yet to come and that troubled me because he was never late. Had something happened on his way? Perhaps he had been caught on my errand. How would I explain to Elias? What would I say happened? As a mirage of thoughts passed through my mind, I heard a knock on my oak door. I practically leaped to the door and opened it, allowing the fully armoured knight in. I shut the door gently behind us and looked at him anxiously. He took off the armour on his head and spoke. “Lady Annette,” he bowed his head. “Get right to it, Caleb,” I hissed, anxious for news, “we do not have much time.” He nodded. “Lady Estelle appears to be flourishing in…” “Lady Estelle? Again?” I snapped. “Estelle. Estelle. How hard is it for you to just call her by name?” I had corrected Caleb several times in the past about this. I had warned him not to addre
Chapter 8...Zen’s POVThe moon be cursed.How did I not know from the start that Estelle was a fury flame I could not put out?I should have seen past all that wreckage the betrayal had caused.“Don’t,” I whispered again, trying to pry the knife gently away from her hands.“You have no right to
Chapter 7...Estelle’s POV“Alpha Zen has requested you have dinner with him in his chambers.”“I’m sorry, what?” I asked the maid, quite flustered.She blinked once in annoyance. “You heard me.”I watched as she walked away. I was irritated by her attitude, but honestly, could I even blame her?
Chapter 9...Estelle’s POVI had spun out of the dining area, bumping right into Byron in the hallway. He gave me a look with slight disgust on his features. I paused, blinking back tears. I wiped them hastily when I heard the word “assassin,” and the Beta did have some conspiracies about me.I
Chapter 10...Estelle’s POVI swallowed, licked my lips, and looked away while rolling my eyes. “What now? You’re going to accuse me of being a spy? Anything to feed your narrative, is it not?”Zen’s hands latched onto my face gently and made me face him. “I never said anything like that, Estell







