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Isabella’s povI pressed my ear against the heavy oak of the infirmary door, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Through the wood, Elara’s voice was like a shard of ice, cutting through Nathan’s pathetic, desperate pleas."Stop, Nathan. It’s over," she had said.I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. *She rejected him.* Even after he’d poisoned himself like a tragic fool, even after he’d offered to throw away the laws of the Moon for her, she had walked away. I watched from the shadows as she exited the room, her head held high, looking every bit the martyr she loved to pretend to be. She brushed past me in the hall without a glance, her focus entirely on that dog Elias waiting for her in the courtyard.I waited until the doctors had finished their fussing and the room was quiet before I pushed the door open. Nathan was slumped against the pillows, his face a ghostly grey, his eyes staring at nothing."She doesn’t want you, Nathan," I said, my voice cutting thro
Elara’s povI stepped back from the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air in the room felt thick, charged with the scent of decaying power and something sharper—a chemical bitterness I recognized instantly. "Clear the room," I said, my voice cutting through the panicked murmurs of the physicians. "Everyone out. Now!"Dr. Vance blinked at me, his face reddening. "Elara, you can’t be serious. We are in the middle of a crisis—""I am the only one who knows what this is," I snapped, turning to face him. "This isn't a natural ailment. It’s a self-induced toxicity, and if you keep pumping him with standard lunar-extracts, you’re going to trigger a cardiac arrest. Frey, stay. Everyone else, leave us.""But Isabella—" Vance started."Out!" I shouted. The heavy doors groaned shut, leaving only the sound of Nathan’s labored, rattling breath. Frey stood by the door, his eyes wide and hands trembling."Elara, what are you seeing?" Frey whispered, stepping closer. "He looks... he look
Elara’s POVI drifted in the delicious, heavy aftermath of our union, my skin singing where it pressed against Elias’. The friction of his chest hair against my sensitized breasts was a low-level hum of electricity, and the lingering ache between my thighs felt like a badge of honor. I shifted slightly, feeling the slick dampness of our shared sweat cooling on my stomach. Every nerve ending was raw, vibrating with the memory of him filling me, the way his weight had anchored me to the earth while he sent my spirit soaring. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of cedar, musk, and the sharp, metallic tang of Alpha pheromones. My body felt soft, pliant, and utterly claimed."You’re remarkably quiet," Elias murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through my ribs. His hand traced the curve of my hip, his thumb dipping into the hollow of my waist."I’m just... processing," I whispered, shivering as he kissed my temple. "I didn't know it could feel li
Elias’s povThe common room of the inn was thick with the smell of roasted meat, stale ale, and the overwhelming, intoxicating scent of Elara. I leaned against the dark wood of the bar, my fingers white-knuckled around a tankard I hadn’t touched in twenty minutes. I couldn't take my eyes off her.She was across the room, huddled over a scarred oak table with a group of local traders and a few travelers. Her laughter rang out—a bright, clear sound that sliced through the low rumble of masculine voices.*She’s winning,* I thought, a predatory pride swelling in my chest. *Look at her.*"You’re going to burn a hole in her back if you keep staring like that, Elias," the innkeeper remarked, wiping a rag across the counter near my elbow."She’s fine where she is," I gritted out, though every instinct in my Alpha blood was screaming at me to walk over there, sling her over my shoulder, and claim her in front of everyone."She’s got a hell of a poker face," the man chuckled. "She just took tha
Nathan’s povI stared at the amber liquid in the bottom of my glass, the scent of expensive grain alcohol doing nothing to dull the sharp, jagged edge of my nerves. Every second they were away was a second I spent imagining them together—Elara and Elias, hidden away in some dark corner of the world. My fingers tightened around the crystal until I thought it might shatter."Another," I muttered, sliding the glass across the oak table toward the shadow standing by the door."Sire, perhaps you should rest," the guard, Kael, ventured softly."I didn't ask for a physician’s advice, I asked for a drink," I snapped, my voice sounding like gravel. "Where are they? Why hasn't the scout returned? If they’ve crossed the border, I want to know."I was spiraling, and I knew it. The paranoia was a living thing, a wolf pacing the cage of my ribs. I wanted to waste away, to let the drink consume the parts of me that still felt her absence like a missing limb.The door creaked open, and a mud-spattere







