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My Dear Athena
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ElenaWhen I woke up the next morning, I didn’t expect to find myself in Nikolai’s chamber. My eyes blinked against the soft morning light as I took in the familiar walls, confusion settling deep in my chest.Frowning, I slowly sat up. The pain from last night was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp. It was dull now, a lingering ache rather than the unbearable torment it had been.How did I get here?I tried to piece together everything that had happened. Nikolai had ordered his guards to throw me in the cell. Francesca had tormented me. Pain and thirst had drained the last of my strength. And then darkness.But now, I was here.In the room of the same Lycan King who had locked me up.Did he find me unconscious and bring me here? Why? And if he wanted to help, why not send me to the healing wing instead of his personal chamber?A soft groan left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair. My fingers brushed against something unfamiliar, and it was only then that I realized… that wasn’t w
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Elena As Nikolai and I stepped into the throne room, I never expected the ‘important guests’ he mentioned to be Valerie and my father. But what shocked me even more was the state they were in. They were kneeling on the floor, hands bound, their clothes disheveled as if they had been roughly handled. Two guards stood behind them with stone cold expressions on their faces. I frowned in confusion.What had happened? What offence had they committed?“Sit.” Nikolai said as we reached the thrones.I hesitated, glancing down at the joggers and oversized top I was wearing. If I had known we were coming here, I would have changed into something more appropriate. It felt wrong to sit on the throne dressed like this.“Sit,” he repeated, his gaze locked onto mine.Forcing a small, thin-lipped smile, I obeyed, lowering myself onto my throne while he settled into his own beside me.From where she was kneeling, Valerie shot me a hateful glare. I still wondered what all of this was about.“Elena,”
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[ Elena ]The Moon Mating Gala was just two days away, and the entire pack was buzzing with preparations. The academy had gone on a short break, giving everyone time to get ready. Young girls were beginning to fill the streets, shopping for dresses and accessories, hoping to shine their best at the grand event.I had never attended the Moon Mating Gala before. It was reserved for the elite girls of the pack —the daughters of high-ranking wolves, or at the very least, the most beautiful ones. The gala was a tradition where newly mated wolves, chosen during the last full moon festival, had their first official dance. They would present themselves before the Lycan King and Queen, along with other honored guests.And yet, here I was —not just attending, but standing as the Lycan Queen. Me. The girl who had never been considered worthy of an invitation. Funny how life could change so quickly… even if my position was only temporary.I had promised myself I would enjoy this moment and not l
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[ Elena ]“I, Lycan Nikolai Duskborn, Lycan King of the Duskborn werewolf realm, reject you, Elena Rivers, as my mate…” Even though the words didn’t come exactly to me as a shock, I wouldn’t deny the way the sting of rejection hit me like a punch to the gut. The crowd around us gasped and I could hear some people snickering delightfully behind me. “Rejected. I knew it.” An unidentified girl whispered. “She really thought she would be Luna? A pathetic sick girl like her?” Another woman sneered. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall, despite the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. But truth be told, I didn’t feel all that bad. Sure, I was the center of mockery once again, but deep down, I felt relieved. I could never imagine myself bound to a man like Lycan Nikolai. He was too cold, ruthless, and had lived thousands of years as an immortal. I wasn’t the first girl he had been mated to. Matter of fact, he had been mated to many women before me, but because they
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[ Elena ]I stood by the hospital window, watching my father and step mother through the glass. They were seated around Sophie’s bed where she was lying unconscious. The both of them looked fine except for a couple of bandages and plasters here and there. Valerie had her head on my father’s shoulder weeping softly while he comforted her with his hand smoothening her back gently. From what the nurse had told me earlier, Sophie was the only one who had sustained serious injuries and was now in a coma because of that. According to her, she was going to wake up but they weren’t sure when. I wasn’t allowed inside the hospital room when I came. My stepmother had made that clear when I arrived. “We don’t want you around here, Elena. You’ll only bring bad luck. Who knows if you’re not the one behind our accident.” She had hissed at me with a glare. So, I stayed in the hallway, silently observing and feeling sorry for Sophie. As much as I disliked her, I didn’t want this for her. “What i
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[Elena]True to Nikolai’s words, the next day, I was enrolled into the elite academy of every werewolf dream, but only restricted to the high wolves. My parents had sold almost all of their resources just to have Sophie attend this school and almost all my life, I had wished I could get into this school too. But now that I was here, I didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t prepared for this. All of it just felt overwhelming to me. As I walked down the hallway, I controlled myself from gaping in awe at how breathtaking and ancient the school building was. It was unlike any academy I had seen in my entire life.But as I walked past the students that lingered in the hallway, I noticed their stares and nervously clutched my stack of books so tightly that my knuckles almost turned white. As always, I was grateful I had covered my hair with a beanie. The whispers around me got louder the more I walked. “Is that her?” “The temporal Luna? I heard she’s sick and weak. You know, she does look
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[ Elena ]If I didn’t carry the ostracizing tag of a ‘temporal Luna’, I could swear that my first day of school would have been a good one.But no. It was far from it. I could barely introduce myself properly in front of the entire class because their stares, snorts and snide remarks, were literally killing me. And the geography teacher; Miss Cynthia, seemed to enjoy adding salt to my injury as she couldn’t keep my name off her mouth throughout the class.“Elena, do you mind explaining how pack hierarchy is influenced by territorial resources? I assume you know the basics of how packs operate?"“Elena, considering your fragile condition, can you keep up with physical activities, or do we need to excuse you from everything strenuous?"“Can anyone answer this? Oh wait, how about Elena? Surely she knows. It’s basic knowledge.”I grunted as my horrific first class experience replayed in my mind, while I shoved my books inside my new locker.What the hell was even wrong with her? I could s
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[ Elena ]The next morning, after being dropped off at school, I didn’t go inside.Instead, I slipped into a corner, pulled a hoodie over my head to hide my identity, and hailed a cab. As I climbed in, I clutched my backpack tightly against my stomach, nerves twisting inside me as the car pulled away from the curb.I couldn’t believe I was skipping school for this.But this was important.As the cab rolled to a stop in front of my father’s house, I hesitated.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and I handed him the fare. He drove off, leaving me alone in front of the place I once called home.I stared at the house, my backpack still clutched close and my heart pounding against my ribs.Memories flooded my mind —painful, suffocating memories.The way they had made my life a living hell. How they had turned me into a slave in my own home. And even now, after I had escaped their clutches, they still wouldn’t leave me alone.I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a de
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[ Elena ]As soon as the lunch bell rang, I bolted after Ronan and Celeste, weaving through the crowded hallway and nearly knocking into other students. I mumbled apologies as they cussed after me.I caught up with Ronan and Celeste just as they were about to enter the café with their friends.“Hey! Wait… can we talk?” I grabbed Celeste’s wrist with pleading eyes. She let out a bored sigh, then glanced at Ronan and the others. “You guys go ahead. I’ll be there soon.”Once they left, she yanked her wrist free —not too roughly, but enough to make her point. Folding her arms over her chest, she fixed me with a cold, piercing stare.“What do you want, traitor?”I flinched inwardly. I knew that was what they were going to think of me now.“I’m sorry.” I said, licking my lips as I struggled to find the right words. The speech I had rehearsed in my head was suddenly gone. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “It’s not what it looked like.”“Oh, really?” Celeste arched a brow. There was disbelief
