EvelynI woke up, bored as ever, and eventually begged Mara for something—anything—to do. Although after the last incident she’d been reluctant, nothing being a pain in the ass wouldn’t fix.She eventually handed me off to one of the older omegas, who needed help preparing for the day’s breakfast while the others were busy tending to other duties.Peeling potatoes, stirring a bubbling pot, scrubbing herbs between my palms until their sharp, green scent coated my skin—at least it kept my hands busy, even if my mind wouldn’t settle. Every scrape of the knife, every swirl of the spoon felt like the only thing anchoring me to myself.After the rush died down, I offered to deliver something to the infirmary. Just a simple tray—soups, bandage
EvelynThe door eased open with a soft creak that seemed to echo off the stone walls. I stepped inside, pulse thudding too hard, my breath shallow as if the air itself had turned thin.It was dimmer than I remembered. The shutters were drawn halfway, leaving only thin stripes of pale light to slice across the dark wood. The heavy oak desk stood exactly where I recalled, covered in stacks of neatly arranged papers, as though Rafe had to keep the chaos of the world under strict control.Weapons rested against one wall, blades gleaming in the low light, polished but worn—used. Real.But what struck me most was the scent.Leather. Pine. Smoke. Him.It wrapped around me, sinking into my skin
EvelynThe morning stretched like molasses, thick and unmoving, pressing down on me until I could barely breathe.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wooden floorboards as sunlight angled through the high window, catching dust motes in its path. My fingers fidgeted restlessly in my lap, my skin prickling with a tension I couldn’t shake.I’d been staring at these same four walls for what felt like days, willing them to open and spill out answers. They didn’t. Only silence. Only the steady echo of my thoughts spinning around and around, growing tighter and sharper with every hour.Sleep had been a fragile, flickering thing—restless and broken by half-dreams of unfamiliar hands and the ghost of Rafe’s eyes on mine. Every time I closed my eyes, I could almost feel his hand hover
RafeThe training grounds were empty, just the way I liked them. The moon hung low over the mountains, casting everything in a silver-blue sheen that made the world look softer than it was. My shirt clung to my back, soaked with sweat. I’d been training for hours, hammering fists into sand and soil, trying to outrun the one name that wouldn’t leave my head.Evelyn.Even thinking it made my chest tighten. I could still smell her on the wind, sweet and warm and unsettling in a way that rattled me. Her scent clung to my lungs like smoke. Every time I exhaled, it was like breathing her out—and every inhale just dragged her back in.I hated how badly I wanted to go to her. To mark her. Claim her. Finish what we’d started that night.But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.A crunch of gravel behind me. I didn’t turn.“I thought I said I wanted to be alone,” I muttered.“You did,” came Cassian’s voice, steady. “Didn’t sound like a suggestion.”He tossed me a towel. I caught it without looking.“You look
EvelynI barely slept after seeing him. The memory of his voice, his nearness, haunted me through the hours, curling around my heart like a wildfire I couldn’t put out. Morning came harsh and cold, and I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, trying to steady my breathing.The guards brought breakfast and left without a word. I didn’t touch it. My thoughts were a mess, tangling every time I remembered the way Rafe had looked at me. The way the bond — the bond — had pulled at my chest until I felt ready to break.Later that day, a soft knock on the door startled me. Mara stepped inside carrying a folded set of fresh clothes and a couple of towels.“You look like hell,” she observed without judgment, setting the things on a small table.I managed a tired laugh. “Thanks.”She raised a brow, studying me. “Did you even sleep?”“No,” I admitted.Mara crossed her arms, leaning against the stone wall. “Something on your mind?”I hesitated. The words pressed against my tongue until I couldn’t hold
EvelynI felt it before I understood it.A hum beneath my skin. A whisper in the blood.Something ancient had awoken overnight.Not loud—but constant. Persistent. Calling.I thought I was just tired.But when I reached for my cup of water that morning, my hand trembled. When I moved, it felt like my own body wasn’t entirely mine anymore. Something else pulsed beneath the surface. Watching. Waiting.I pressed a palm to the wall, breathing slowly.This wasn’t fear. Not like what I’d felt in the main hall when they’d demanded my blood. This was… different.It was warm.Unsettling, yes. Foreign. But not cruel.It felt like longing.And I hated that it carried his scent.I hadn’t seen Rafe since the confrontation. The guards brought food now—always warm, always enough—but I barely touched it. Whether that was his command or someone else’s, I didn’t know.But it didn’t stop the tension building in my chest like a storm.I tried everything to ignore it. I walked the room, sat by the window, b