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As I caught my breath, a familiar presence approached. Cynthia. She walked toward us with an air of confidence, her high ponytail swaying with each step. Unlike me, dressed in full-length training gear, she flaunted her toned body in a sports bra and tight shorts, leaving little to the imagination. She always knew how to command attention, and today was no exception. Elijah’s lips curved into a polite smile as she reached us. She didn’t spare me a glance before plucking the stopwatch from his hand, studying the time. “Hmm,” she murmured, her tone deliberately casual. “She could do better.” I noticed the way she leaned into him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder as if she had every right to be there. Elijah, unbothered, greeted her, “Good morning. I didn’t know you’d be around.” She flashed him a charming smile. “I didn’t know either, but you know how the King is. He needed me to go over a few clauses, so here I am.” I caught the way she emphasized ‘needed me.’ A tw

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat, and let Dalton lead me inside. He didn’t speak as we walked, his grip firm but not forceful, like an unspoken command that I wasn’t allowed to let go.His hand was warm, steady—so unlike the coldness radiating from his stiff posture and sharp movements. Every step we took back toward the mansion made my heart hammer harder, my pulse betraying me.Once inside the gated compound, he shut the gate behind us with a soft clang, twisting the lock until it clicked into place. He didn’t let go. Not even for a second.Without a word, he guided me up the stairs, each step dragging me deeper into the growing tension between us. I knew he was angry, but he hadn’t lashed out yet—not verbally, at least. That silence, that patience, felt far more terrifying than if he had.We reached my room. He pushed the door open, motioning for me to sit.I obeyed, perching on the bed while he pulled a chair in front of me. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, sharp enough t

For the past three weeks, my life had been a relentless cycle of training, choking down food, and collapsing into bed at the end of the day. Dalton was a brutal taskmaster, showing no mercy despite knowing I couldn’t develop supernatural strength overnight. But that didn’t stop him from pushing me past my limits.Every morning at precisely 5 AM, I dragged myself out of bed and ran to the gym, where he was always waiting—dressed in loose shorts and a tank top, his arms crossed, a look of expectation on his face. There was no greeting, no warm-up. Just pain. He pushed me until my muscles screamed, and when I thought I had nothing left, he made me go further.At first, I loathed him for it. Every part of me wanted to quit. But then… I started seeing changes. My body grew stronger, my endurance improved, and—though I’d never admit it—I began looking forward to our sessions. Not just because I wanted to awaken my wolf before the full moon, but because training with Dalton had become someth

The past few days blurred together, each one indistinguishable from the last. My body ached in places I never knew existed, yet I pushed myself harder than ever. Dalton never had to remind me—I met his expectations before he could set them. If he was surprised by my tenacity, he didn’t show it.Pain became a companion, but so did strength. I felt it in my muscles, in my stance, in the way I no longer flinched under pressure.And now, the full moon was here.Excitement buzzed under my skin like a live wire. The morning stretched endlessly, each ticking second taunting me. Sleep had been a lost cause the night before—I had tossed, turned, and watched the clock as the hours dragged on. When the time finally arrived, I leaped out of bed, threw on my training clothes, and raced down the stairs.Tonight could change everything.I wanted to see Dalton. He had been my relentless trainer, my silent shadow. As cruel as his methods were, they worked. I had changed. My once frail body was now str

The grand doors creaked open, and the room fell into an eerie silence. Every conversation, every whispered discussion about rogue attacks and war strategies came to an abrupt halt. And it was because of her.Oliver stepped inside with slow, deliberate steps, her head held high even as her hands clenched at her sides. The confidence she tried to portray didn’t fully mask the nervous energy radiating from her, but that didn’t matter—not when she looked like that.My breath stalled in my throat as my gaze traced her figure from head to toe.The dark blue gown she wore clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve in a way that had my jaw tightening. A slit ran up one side, stopping just high enough to tempt, to make my fingers twitch with the desire to reach out and feel the warmth of her skin beneath my touch.I had seen Oliver in all sorts of clothing—loose dresses, gym wear, simple pajamas. The only time she had worn something even remotely revealing was that night by