INICIAR SESIÓNValerius POV
Valerius stood by the doorway, his hand still floating in the air where Eliana's wrist had been. The spark from their touch still hummed across his skin. His wolf wanted him to run after her. Everything inside him screamed to follow her down the hall and make sure she was safe. He took a step toward the door, but he forced himself to stop. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He couldn't run after her. Not like this. He remembered the terror in her eyes when he walked into the room. The way she flinched and pulled her arms tight against her chest like she expected him to hit her. If he chased her now, he would only scare her more. Valerius turned back into the room, pushing the door shut. He walked over to the chair by the fire and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees, staring into the flames. "Eliana," he whispered softly to the quiet room. He rolled her name over in his mind, feeling the soft weight of it. Eliana. It sounded delicate, just like her scent. Even in the middle of her panic, her voice had been quiet and sweet. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her dark eyes looked when she said it. His mind went back to the moment he unlocked the door. The second the door opened, the scent he caught downstairs—that fresh smell of summer rain and flowers—hit him immediately. And then he saw her. The moment his eyes met hers, he knew the truth. Mate. He had finally found her. A surge of excitement hit him in that first second. For years, he wondered if his mate even existed. Finding her here felt like a miracle. But that joy died almost instantly. When he stepped toward her, her reaction broke his heart. There was no recognition in her eyes. She didn't know he was her mate. She was just terrified of him. Valerius clenched his jaw, thinking about the bruises on her wrist, her old dress, and the way she apologized just for doing her job. She was a maid here, treated poorly by the pack. He had tried to keep his voice soft and get her to talk to him. He just wanted to hear her speak and help her relax. But she was too panicked to stay in the room. He looked down at his hand. He knew she felt that spark when they touched. She might not understand it yet, but the bond was there. A quiet resolve settled inside him as he stood up from the chair. He still had to sign the border treaty and finish his business with Silas. But he knew one thing for certain—when his delegation drove out of these gates, Eliana would be coming with him. He was not going to leave her in a house where people hurt her. Valerius pulled off his dark shirt and clothes, setting them on the bed. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the hot water. As he washed up, he began to prepare for the evening ahead. Dinner was at seven. Silas and Lyra would be waiting to impress him, completely unaware of what he was planning to take back to the North.Valerius POV Valerius watched Eliana set her fork down. She had barely touched the chicken—eating only a small piece of toast and taking tiny sips of her tea.He glanced at the small white dish on the wooden tray, where the pieces of dark chocolate were still untouched."You haven't tried the chocolate," Valerius said, his voice soft in the quiet room.Eliana looked at the dish, her fingers fidgeting with the silk blanket. She hesitated, looking uncertain, as if asking permission to take a piece was a test she might fail.Seeing her reluctance, Valerius picked up a piece of the dark chocolate between his fingers. He leaned back in his chair and looked at her, a playful glint in his eye."Do I need to feed it to you?" he asked, keeping his tone light and teasing to bring a smile to her face.Eliana’s eyes went wide. Instantly, a deep, burning blush spread across her cheeks, rushing all the way down her neck. She quickly snatched a piece of chocolate from the tray herself and popped it
Eliana's POV He had taken off his heavy dark coat, wearing only a plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked big and strong in the small room. In his hand, he carried a wooden tray with a clean white cloth. Steam rose from a teapot and a covered plate.The moment Eliana saw his face, her heart jumped into her throat. The picture of him coming close to kiss her in the dream flashed right in front of her eyes, and her cheeks turned hot all over again.She quickly looked down at the soft blanket, unable to look him in the eye.Valerius stopped near the door, looking at her sitting up in the big bed. He saw how she moved back slightly, her hands holding the blanket tightly, and the red blush spreading over her face and neck.He pulled his eyebrows together a little bit, looking worried. He thought her red face meant she was sick or had a fever from the long trip."Eliana?" Valerius asked gently, closing the door behind him and walking slowly toward the bed so h
Eliana POV The cold was the first thing Eliana felt.In her dream, she stood alone in a big white field filled with heavy snow. Big trees stretched up into a dark gray sky, their branches weighed down by white frost. The wind blew softly, biting at her bare arms and making her shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, but the cold went straight to her bones.Then, she heard heavy footsteps walking in the snow.She turned around and saw Valerius walking toward her. He was not wearing his heavy dark traveling coat. Instead, he wore a simple, warm sweater that made him look soft and friendly. In his hand, he held a big ceramic mug. White steam rose into the cold air, carrying the rich, sweet smell of hot coffee.He stopped right in front of her, his dark eyes filled with a gentle warmth that seemed to push the cold away."You look so cold, Eliana," he said softly, his deep voice sounding like a warm blanket.Before she could answer, the cold field seemed to vanis
Valerius POV The car door clicked shut, blocking out the cold morning air of the Moonstone territory.Valerius sat back into the soft leather seat as the engine started up. Beside him, Eliana sat as still as a statue. She pressed herself far into the corner, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She kept her head down so low that her long hair fell forward, hiding her face.The car began to move, rolling smoothly down the road.Valerius watched her out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her try to make herself as small as possible made his stomach twist. She looked like a scared animal waiting to be hit.He wanted to reach out, stroke her hair, and tell her she was okay. But he knew better. To her, he was just a scary stranger from the North.Be patient, he told himself. Take it slow."The drive to the border will take a few hours," Valerius said, keeping his voice soft and quiet. "Are you comfortable, Eliana?""Yes," she whispered to her lap."You can turn on the seat warmer if you are
Valerius POV Valerius stood near the large wooden front doors, dressed in his heavy northern traveling furs. Commander Vance stood beside him, keeping his polished, diplomatic smile while Alpha Silas and Lady Lyra stood a few steps away."We are deeply grateful for your hospitality, Alpha Silas," Commander Vance spoke smooth political words, acting as the public voice of their delegation. "And we thank you for extending your friendship by allowing your omega to assist our staff. We trust this is the beginning of a long and prosperous relationship between our packs."Alpha Silas barely gave a tight nod. His jaw was clenched, his expression hard and unreadable as he stared toward the hallway stairs.Right on cue, Lady Lyra spoke up with a forced smile. "Ah, here she is now."Eliana walked into the entryway, carrying a single, worn canvas bag over her shoulder. She kept her head down, her movements quiet and small as if trying to make herself invisible.Before anyone could move, Alpha S
Eliana POV Early the next morning, before the sun was fully up, Eliana stood in her small basement room.She looked around at the cold stone walls and the thin mattress. There was almost nothing here that belonged to her. The pack gave her the few worn dresses she wore, and she had no money or valuable things.Her eyes fell on a small wooden box sitting on the table.It was the only thing she truly owned. The former Alpha—Silas's father—had given it to her on her twelfth birthday back when she still lived upstairs. He had handed her a beautiful hairpin with a crest carved into it, telling her it was the only thing left from the parents she could no longer remember.Eliana opened the lid and looked inside. Alongside the hairpin lay a small polished river stone Silas had given her when they were children - long before he became Alpha and rejected her, a picture of herself, Alpha Marcus and Silas, the hairpin the alpha had given to her on her thirteenth birthday and told her it belonged







