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Ella woke up to a bright sunny morning. She looked at the round clock that hung on the wall across the room and groaned. She had overslept, but it was worth it, this was the most peaceful night she’d had in a long time. Ever since the day she was humiliated, rejected, and scorned, Ella hadn’t experienced such restful sleep until last night. It felt like the long embrace she shared in the garden with Valen had soothed something deep inside her she hadn’t even realized was aching.She couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto her face as she remembered the night before.What an irony.Valen hadn’t rejected her. Though they hadn’t spoken about their mate bond, his actions made it clear he wasn’t planning to reject her either. He seemed just as drawn to her as she was to him. Unlike Derek, Valen hadn’t taken advantage of their bond.A jolt of anger and regret shot through Ella as she remembered her humiliating experience with Derek. She quickly brushes it off as her mind drifts back to Vale

"It’s a message, Lucas," Sebastian Draven said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His voice carried an air of triumph, a rare moment of satisfaction breaking through the brooding bitterness that usually cloaked him. "A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece."Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave him a perpetually intense expression. His straight nose and thin lips added to his stern demeanor, while his neatly combed jet-black hair, streaked with faint silver, highlighted his sharp features. With his tall, broad-shouldered frame and commanding presence, Sebastian exuded a mixture of elegance and menace.Lucas,

Valen strode into his study with Dorian following closely behind, his expression as sharp and unreadable as ever. Inside, Scottie sat perched on the edge of one of the armchairs, waiting for them. She stood as soon as they entered, her eyes scanning their faces for answers.Scottie's eyes met Valen’s as he entered, but she said nothing. Instead, she glanced over at Dorian, silently urging him to speak.The tension in the room was palpable as the door shut behind them. Valen walked over to his desk, running his fingers along the edge, the silence stretching thin. "What did the council say?" Scottie finally asked, breaking the quiet.“Nothing we didn’t already know,” Valen replied curtly, taking a seat behind his desk. His tone held an edge that silenced any further questioning. He turned his attention to Dorian. “Speak freely. I know you’ve been holding something back.”Dorian hesitated, his shoulders stiffening. He glanced at Scottie before lowering his gaze to the floor, bowing slig

“Let’s go out for a walk,” Valen suggested, his voice gentle yet firm after making sure Ella had calmed down.“I guess that’s what I need now,” Ella replied, her voice still slightly shaky but eager for a distraction.Valen smiled faintly, relieved she agreed. “I’d love to experience your speed,” Ella added, looking up at him with curiosity.If only she knew the effect her smile had on him, especially those expressive eyes. Valen swallowed hard, trying to hold on to the last bit of control he had.“Alright,” he said with a grin. “Though I’d have loved to race with you in your wolf form.”At the mention of her wolf, Ella’s smile faded, and she looked downcast. Valen cursed himself silently. He had been told she lost her wolf before coming here—how foolish of him to bring it up now.“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”“No, it’s okay,” Ella replied softly. “I’m sure you must have heard I lost my wolf before being brought here.”Her voice was steady, but Vale

Valen stood on the balcony of his study, staring into the endless night. The crisp air did little to cool the storm brewing within him. The confrontation with Morgana played on a loop in his mind, but it was Ella’s silence after walking away that truly unsettled him.“She walked away…” he murmured to himself, gripping the edge of the railing. Ella, the only person who had ever made him feel alive again, was slipping through his fingers because of the very secrets he fought to bury.The door creaked open, and Valen didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“You look like hell,” Lucian said, his voice laced with sarcasm but tinged with concern.“Not in the mood for jokes,” Valen replied, his tone colder than the night air.Lucian ignored the warning, stepping closer. “You know, when I heard Morgana was back, I thought you’d finally snap and put her in her place. Instead, you let her run her mouth in front of Ella. Brilliant move, really.”Valen’s jaw tightened. “I wasn’t going to argue wi