But Zina's presence lingered, a warm glow that seemed to seep into his skin, making his tension all the more palpable. Her voice was infused with a deep concern as she shifted on the bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath her and her eyes fixed on Reyes's tense form. "What's wrong?" she asked, her words hesitant and probing, laced with a gentle caution, but Reyes's expression darkened like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. He turned to her, his eyes blazing with an intense anger that seemed to burn with a fierce inner fire, scorching the air between them."Just leave the room, Zina," he growled, his voice low and menacing, the words rumbling deep in his chest like thunder and dripping with a venom that made Zina's heart skip a beatZina's eyes widened in alarm, and she sat up in bed, the sheets falling away from her body like a silken waterfall. "Reyes, what's going on?" she asked, her voice rising in confusion and concern, but Reyes's face was a mask of fury, his jaw clench
The moon hung low in the sky, its soft, lunar glow bathed the landscape in an ethereal light, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the ground. The balcony, where Reyes stood tall and still, vulnerable and exposed, was bathed in a silver radiance that highlighted the contours of his naked form. His silhouette was stark against the moonlit backdrop, a study in contrasts of light and dark. The shadows danced around him, like dark spirits swirling at his feet. The night air was crisp and cool, heavy with the scent of blooming flowers – jasmine and honeysuckle – their delicate perfume wafting on the breeze like a gentle caress. In any other circumstance, the fragrance would have been intoxicating, a sensual delight that would have soothed his senses and calmed his mind, but Reyes didn't notice. Tonight, he was immune to their beauty, his thoughts consumed by the turbulent memories that swirled in his mind like a maelstrom. The tranquil scene around him – the soft
"I...I couldn't sleep," she said, her voice coming out in a whisper. He wrapped his arm around her, guiding her back to the bed with a gentle touch. "Come, let's get you settled in," he said, his voice soothing and calming. She didn't resist as he helped her back into bed, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence that she couldn't quite explain. It was as if Triston's touch had a calming effect on her, soothing her frazzled nerves and quieting her racing thoughts. As he settled her in, pulling the covers up to her chin and coming to sit beside her on the bed, she looked up at him, her eyes searching for answers. His face was a mask of concern, but his eyes betrayed a deeper emotion. His gaze was intense, his pupils darkening as he gazed at her. She could sense the turmoil brewing inside him, the questions and doubts that swirled in his mind. He felt a pang of uncertainty, wondering how he would react to her now that he knew the truth about her past. Would it change the way he saw
Triston's jaw clenched in understanding, and he felt a pang of sadness. He shut his eyes tightly, turned his head away from his father, and then nodded solemnly. The weight of his father's words settled heavily on him. "You want me to be the one to bring Annora's body back from Nyxoria?" he asked, his voice filled with resolve. He opened his eyes and looked at his father, his gaze steady and determined.Alpha Ardon nodded, his eyes burning with a deep sense of purpose. "Yes, Triston," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "It's your responsibility now. Your mother, although she's no longer with us, would need the closure that comes with knowing her daughter's body has been brought back home. And Annora deserves a proper burial, to be laid to rest in the land of her ancestors." He paused, his gaze piercing as he looked at Triston. "I know it won't be easy, but I have faith in you. You're the future Alpha of Elyria, and it's time you started acting like one."Triston let out a sig
Triston's eyes widened as he listened to his father's words, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. The deep-seated hatred his father harbored against the people of Nyxoria had always been a mystery to him, a complex web of emotions that he couldn't fully understand, but now, the reasons behind his animosity became clear. He felt a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, and a deep sense of loss. He could see the pain in his father's eyes, the weight of the past bearing down on him."So that is why you have this hatred against Nyxoria and its people," Triston said, his voice low and his words coming out with a sigh. He shook his head, trying to process the complexity of it all. "The feud between Elyria and Nyxoria...it's not just about politics or territory. It's about family, and betrayal, and pain." Triston's words hung in the air, a heavy truth that settled between them.As he looked at his father, he saw a man consumed by his past, driven by a desire for revenge and justic
He held her tight, refusing to let her go, even as she tried to push him away, her small frame trembling with the force of her emotions. The sound of her sobs echoed through the room, a heartbreaking reminder of the pain she was in. Alpha Ardon's face was etched with concern, his eyes filled with a deep sadness as he held her to himself, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain. Despite her struggles, he held her close, his arms a sanctuary of comfort and security. He whispered softly in her ear, trying to calm her down, but she was beyond consolation. Her grief and anger consumed her, and Alpha Ardon was determined to ride out the storm with her, to be her rock in the midst of her turmoil. As the fight slowly drained out of her, her struggles grew weaker, her body trembling with sobs. She sagged against her mate, her weight heavy against his chest, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close. He whispered soft words of comfort in her ear, his voice a gentle bree