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White roses

ELEANOR My heart races as I open the door, breath catching at the sight of him. Tristan stands in the doorway, his suit perfectly fitted, emphasizing his power. In his hand, a bouquet of white roses—their delicate beauty mocking the storm brewing between them. But it's the fire in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter, the sensation in my core demanding my attention.Heat floods my cheeks, my pulse quickening as I desperately fight the flush creeping over my skin. I'm about to slam the door, to tell him to fuck off, but he moves so fast, too fast—shoving the flowers between the door and the frame, forcing the entry. My mouth opens to scold him, to tell him just how infuriating he is, but the words die on my lips the second his hand cups my face, pulling me toward him with an intensity that leaves me breathless.His lips land on mine—demanding, possessive, hungry; Rough, but not unkind. It’s everything I’ve been fighting against, all at once. My hands tremble as they rest on his ches

Déjà vu in white

ELEANORHeat flooded my cheeks as I stared at the bouquet of white roses shoved into my face. The delicate petals brushed against my nose, their sweet scent intoxicating and familiar. My breath caught. For a moment, everything else faded, and I was lost in the sensation of the roses.The scene felt too familiar, too real. It was like I was seeing the dream unfold before me, everything rushing back with terrifying clarity. I could almost feel his hands, see the intensity in his eyes, and taste the kiss that had haunted me all night. It hit me all at once, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed.“Eleanor? Who’s at the door?” Mom's voice snapped me out of my daze, sharp and questioning from the dining room.I blinked, shaking off the haze, and glared at the culprit standing in front of me. “It’s Lord Tristan,” I called back, the irritation in my voice unmistakable.Tristan raised a brow at me, his ever-annoying smirk plastered across his face. “Good morning to you, too,” he drawled, his t

Clashing wills

TRISTANEleanor dropped into the chair with enough force to shake the table, her anger clear. Arms crossed, she jabbed at her food, her fork clinking loudly against the plate.Maurice raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between Eleanor and me. “You alright, Elle?” he asked, his voice cautious.“I’m fine,” she snapped, her lips pressed into a tight line. The tension in the room was palpable. Even Kate, usually full of chatter, sat quietly next to her grandmother, watching her mom with wide eyes.I leaned back in my chair, observing with mild amusement. Her irritation was almost entertaining, though I knew better than to let that show. Eleanor was like a storm—wild, unpredictable, and fierce. Poking at it only made it worse.She dropped her fork suddenly, the sharp clatter breaking the silence. “I’m full,” she announced, pushing her plate away. Before anyone could argue, she straightened her back, folding her arms as if to steel herself. “And I have something to say.”Queen and Maurice

Brewing storms

TRISTANKate’s small voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Mommy was calling ‘Uncle Twistan’ in her sweep, and she was cwying.”The weight of her innocent words stilled the room, drawing every gaze to Eleanor.She froze mid-step, shoulders tensing, before striding away with stiff, defiant steps, her anger evident in every movement.My gaze flicked to Queen, whose brow furrowed in thought. She followed Eleanor’s retreating figure before her sharp eyes settled on me. “What did you do to her?” she asked, her tone probing.I arched a brow, letting a lazy smirk tug at my lips as I stabbed a piece of meat with my fork. “Nothing,” I replied evenly. “She’s just uncomfortable with the fact that I took Kate out without knowing her properly.”Queen didn’t look convinced, and honestly, I didn’t blame her. What I’d said wasn’t entirely untrue. Eleanor’s reaction wasn’t just about Kate. It was about me. About us. But revealing that to Queen, of all people, was a complication I wasn’t r

Between duty and desire

ELEANOR I stood by the door, my ear pressed against the wood, listening to Tristan talk about the Mate Ceremony. Each word sent a jolt through me. But why? He already had a mate. I was his mate.The thought of him standing in that hall, going through the motions, pretending to choose someone else—it made my blood boil. Did no one see the Bond between us? Did they not feel it? Why did they insist on clinging to this ridiculous tradition when fate had already made the choice? How could they be so blind, so willing to ignore something so powerful?My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I should be relieved. The ceremony didn’t matter. It was meaningless because at least Tristan could pick someone else and leave me the hell alone. But every time I heard it mentioned, frustration twisted in my chest, burning hotter than it should.And by the way, wasn't I supposed to hate him, to push him away and never look back? After everything, I had every reason to. But no matter

Echoes of the past

ELEANORI stared at the screen, my breath shallow, my fingers curled tightly around the phone. My body remained still, yet inside, I was unraveling.I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t.The phone vibrated relentlessly against my palm. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What did she want? Why now?I should have silenced it, thrown the phone across the room, let it shatter into a million pieces. Instead, it was as if Beatrice herself had reached through the phone and gripped me in a chokehold.The ringing stopped, and a breath I hadn't realized I was holding slipped from my lips.Then it started again.I swallowed hard, my thumb hovering over the answer button. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she’d go away. Maybe she’d take the hint that I wanted nothing to do with her or the life she so desperately wanted me erased from.I wasn’t ready to hear whatever venom she had prepared for me.Just as I was about to decline the call, the door swung open.“Who is that?”I barely had time to

Shadows of the present

ELEANORI broke into cold sweat as I followed my mother down the hallway. Her pace was brisk, but the urgency in her movements sent my heart pounding. Every step felt heavier than the last, and the silence in the mansion only made my anxiety worse. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.Then we heard the sound again. Faint. Weak.A whimper.The sound barely registered at first, but when it did, it sent a chill down my spine. It was Kate.Dread filled me. I have to reach her.My mother and I exchanged a look, both filled with fear, before she pushed the door open.And froze.The sight before us hit me like a punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I barely registered my mother’s sharp intake of breath before she rushed forward, and I followed right behind her. My eyes locked onto the small, unmoving figure on the floor—a sight no mother should ever have to see.Kate. Oh gods, please no!She was pale—too pale. Her skin had lost its usual glow, and

Truth unveiled

TRISTANEverything around me blurred as I stepped forward, my body moving on instinct. Kate’s limp form was cradled in Queen’s arms, her tiny frame looking even smaller against the weight of her condition. The sight sent a cold, sharp fear slicing through my chest, but I shoved it down.There was no time for fear.I reached for her without hesitation, carefully lifting her from Queen’s hold. She was too light—too still. My grip tightened as if that alone could tether her to this world.“Where’s the healer?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for delay.Maurice was already moving. Without a word, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the corridor, his usual composure fractured by something darker, something heavier.Eleanor and Queen followed closely as I strode through the hallway. The weight of Kate in my arms was both grounding and terrifying. Her breathing was faint, her body unnaturally cold. Each passing second felt like a battle against something I couldn’t see, something

Forbidden desire

TRISTAN"I'm sorry," the healer said gently, his gaze settling on Eleanor, who was still crying in my arms. "But we need you to step outside so we can focus on stabilizing her."The moment shattered. The little bubble we had been in—just me holding her, keeping her together—was gone. I felt Eleanor tense as I pulled away, and the warmth between us faded as we stepped out of the room.The door clicked shut behind us, sealing Kate inside with the medical team. The hallway was silent, thick with worry. Eleanor stood stiff beside me, her breathing uneven, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding herself together by sheer force of will. But it wasn’t enough. Her shoulders shook, and her breath came in uneven gasps.“She’s going to be okay,” I murmured, stepping closer.She didn’t react.Her eyes were glued to the door, wide and unblinking. The look of vulnerability on her face hit me hard in the chest. Eleanor was strong—really strong. But right now, she looked fragile.Witho

Unspoken longing

TRISTANKate lay still, her face peaceful despite the pale cast to her skin. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only sign of life. Eleanor and I stood in silence, neither of us daring to move, afraid that even the slightest breath might disturb her.I saw Eleanor’s fingers twitch from the corner of my eye. She was trembling.I reached out to squeeze her hand gently, grounding her, hoping she’d find comfort in my touch. The mate bond responded immediately, crackling to life between us. The sensation spread like wildfire, tingling across my skin and sinking deep into my bones. It took everything in me to keep my breathing steady.She felt it too. I could tell by the way her breath hitched, the way she leaned just a little closer.Fuck.This was dangerous.I turned to Queen. “You should get some rest. There’s a guest room—”She shook her head, crossing her arms. “I’ll wait here.”Of course, she would.Eleanor trembled again, and before I could stop myself, I pulled her close

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