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Chapter 312 – Echoes in Paint

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 14:27:17

Kostas’s point of view

The morning sunlight pours through the cabin window, painting stripes of gold across the floorboards. I stand by the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, eyes wandering over the small paintings Eva keeps scattered across the walls. Each one is quiet, intimate, like glimpses into a world I’ll never fully understand. Yet one catches my attention—a portrait of a man.

I freeze, heart skipping a beat.

The features… sharp, commanding, yet there’s something familiar. The intensity in his eyes, the curve of his jaw. My pulse hammers in my chest as realization dawns. This is him. The Alpha King. The one the packs whisper about in fear and reverence.

“Nice painting,” I say casually, forcing my voice to remain steady, though my hands tremble slightly as I set my coffee down.

Eva glances at it, tilting her head. “I wish I knew what I painted… or rather whom,” she says softly, almost wistfully.

I swallow, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions—excitement, worry, fear. Sh
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