The air is still cold when Dustin and I walk back toward the Kings. I don’t miss the silence that hangs heavy between us, thick enough to choke me. Something is wrong with him. I have known it since I saw him by the lake. There is a shift in him, something subtle but unsettling, like a ripple just beneath the surface.But, I don’t ask what it is that is bothering him. Not because I don’t care, but because I know better. Dustin’s mind is a fortress, impenetrable when he is preparing for what is to come. He needs his focus, his composure—and I need to trust him to handle whatever’s weighing on him. Still, it’s hard to shake the unease gnawing at me.What happened after I fell asleep? I don't know but I have a hunch that it has to do something with King Aleister. As we step back into the clearing, I notice that the Kings are already awake. Aleister rises first, his sharp gaze finding us immediately, while Tyson and Striker stretch and yawn like they have slept on clouds instead of t
ElitaThe warriors snarl, their bodies trembling as their bones twist and reform. Fur covers their skin in waves of dark brown, their forms shifting into massive wolves that seem undefeatable judging from their sheer size. They are bigger than the normal werewolves, but still smaller, and weaker than the Lycans. Their claws dig into the ground, and their glowing amber eyes lock onto us with primal rage. Tension coils in the air like a taut string, ready to snap. My chest tightens as I struggle to come up with a way to stop this from escalating.If they fight, the Kings won’t hold back. That’s weakness in their eyes.And as expected…The Kings shift subtly, their stances widening, muscles taut as they prepare for the inevitable.Dustin stands like a wall between me and the warriors, his piercing gaze fixed on the wolves as if calculating the outcome of this brawl. Tyson cracks his knuckles, a smirk playing on his lips, while Aleister’s eyes gleam with an unsettling calm. I feel th
Elita“ What the fuck? ” Tyson hisses. My chest tightens as I push past Dustin, ignoring the brush of his arm against mine. The scene before us forces me to halt just a step later. Rows upon rows of warriors stand in perfect formation, forming a wall. They are not just standing there—they are waiting.It’s an army. A small one, but no less intimidating.My heart misses a beat as Dustin comes to stand beside me, his fingers brushing against the back of my hand slightly. The other Kings step back, too, standing on my other side in a perfect line. This is…bad. Striker mutters under his breath. “ Great! Just fucking great! Levian is playing around outside the wall, and now we have got this little welcome party waiting inside. Does anyone else feel like we are cursed today, or is it Lady Elita playing with us? ”I cross my arms, keeping my gaze trained on the man at the front of the formation. He is still butt-naked, but the power that radiates from him tells me that he is some sort of
Elita“ Who is Soline? ” Aleister asks, his tone deep and cold. I barely hear him. My mind is caught in a haze of confusion. My body freezes as I stare at Karlias.The man before me wears a face that shouldn’t exist. His resemblance to the man Soline once loved is uncanny, but he is not him. He can’t be. My chest tightens as I try to process it, but Karlias’ smile only deepens, his meaningful gaze switching between me and Dustin with a knowing gleam that makes my guts twist.As if sensing my discomfort, Dustin moves suddenly, stepping in front of me and blocking my line of sight. His broad shoulders block Karlias from view, but his presence doesn’t soothe me. I stare at Dustin’s back, as the old memories resurface. Levian had once said that these tribes were closest to the original Lycans, their bloodlines pure and untouched by time. But they had severed ties with the Lycans long ago, unwilling to accept something the Lycans had done. When they saw the destruction Levian cause
DustinWhen you are not careful with it, knowledge can drive you crazy. Secrets can make you doubt yourself, and the life you have lived. Elita Folke did not know that basic lesson. That’s why she can’t bear it when she realizes the things she has been keeping a secret, I knew about them even before she came into the picture. That was the whole point of wanting to kill Elita Folke, to end this war.Because…Levian, despite pretending to not know, does know what Soline did in the past. He will never be able to truly accept her or look at her the same way he did before the girl killed their child. Isn’t that why he has refused to mention her crimes to anyone? He does not want it to be known in history that she is a murderer, but…it does not mean he can erase it from his memory. “ She never had the nerve to admit her mistakes. She is the same. ” Karlias hisses, as Elita turns and rushes out of the house.I watch her back until she turns the corner, and disappears from my sight. A cold
ElitaHow many hours has it been? I don’t know. It feels like forever since I ran out of that house and was led by a warrior to this small cottage in the woods, away from the settlement. They prepared a hot bath for me, and a woman even came to deliver a set of pants and a loose-fitted shirt. Now, I am lying on the soft bed after a week, staring at the ceiling. The place is quiet, but the muffled sounds of the Kings’ voices from somewhere in the house break this peace occasionally.They should have been given another residence. I am hating the fact that we are under the same roof right now. They talk too much. But amidst their chatter, my senses are tuned for one voice—Dustin’s voice—but it never comes. It’s pissing me off.What the heck is he doing out there?A voice inside my head says that he must be enjoying talking about the centuries old days with his companion. But…this voice is making me anxious.Karlias…did he reincarnate too? Or did he never die? But how is that possib
Elita“ Ask me… ” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. “ I won’t hold back. I won’t lie to you. ”I search his eyes. There is this sincerity there that I can’t deny, but I can’t get used to it either.Right now, it feels like if I can ask him anything—anything I want—he will answer it truthfully. He won’t divert my attention, he won’t try to lie, he won’t tell me that I don’t need to know anything. He will just give me the truth.And that feels like genuine power—a little hold over one of the strongest men in this world.There are so many questions I can ask. How do you remember the past life? WHY do you even remember the past life? Why didn’t I remember it? If you remember everything, you must know Levian even better than me…So many things…Yet, when his rough fingers cup my cheeks, and he presses his lips against mine again to steal a quick, gentle peck…I find everything in my head going blank like a clean slate.“ Why… ” I whisper, my throat constricting with several emotion
Elita “ Don’t…think about it. I will never accept it, even if you want this. ” I blurt, my heart sinking.Dustin’s gaze lowers to my lips again and I find myself growing restless. He won’t really do that. He is smarter than this.He can never do something so foolish.I keep telling myself, but why is he leaning in towards my neck? A cold wave hits my hands, freezing my fingers against his shirt. My heartbeat slows down until I don’t think my heart is beating at all.“ D—Dustin. ” I whisper, my voice dropping.His face disappears from my sight as he presses his lips to the side of my neck. My gaze fixes on the wooden ceiling above.His lips press harder, lingering just below my jaw. He doesn’t respond. His mouth moves against my skin, spreading a slow, deliberate heat that steals my strength. My knees feel weak, and my fingers twitch, desperate to pull him closer or push him away—I don’t know which.The soft nibble of his teeth against my neck jolts me awake, and my breath whooshes
Hi Lovelies, So, this is the end of Dustin and Elita's story. This book especially took me a lot of time to write. Sometimes, I even lost my will to write this story, but your comments and your love for the characters kept me going. This story is complete today because of the support I received from you. So, thank you ❤️Also, I have read the comments, and I know most of you want Levian's story. But honestly, in my mind, Levian is a one woman man. He can die, but he will never move on from the one woman he loves. And unfortunately, he already has that woman (Soline). Now, he is not their enemy either, so he will spend the rest of eternity looking after her and everyone she cares about.Besides, he is having a cool life with his son, and they are bonding really well (in my head). I didn't add that in the story because this story is about Dustin and Elita. Only things that revolve around them become a part of this. To make up for it, I gave you a chapter from Levian's point of view in w
ElitaA grin tugs at my lips, and I curtsy playfully. “ I would love to. ”His answering smile is rare and unguarded, sending warmth spreading in my chest. He pulls me into the first step, guiding me through the hall as eyes watch. The orchestra swells, the marble floor shifts beneath us, but we exist in a world of our own. Wrapped in laughter, in warmth, in a love that was never meant to bloom but did anyway.And then, in the middle of our dance, Dustin leans down and kisses me.Gasps ripple through the hall, but they are drowned out by something else—high-pitched shrieks and laughter. I break away just enough to see Amelia, Avery, Nora, and Eben cheering like unruly teenagers.I throw my head back and laugh, the sound spilling freely from my lips. Dustin watches me, his eyes shining with something so soft, so achingly tender, that it makes my throat tighten. Others join the dance floor, the celebration unfolding around us, but no grand speech is needed. No declaration. No vows.Th
ElitaFor a decade, the gates of the Wolveshire Citadel never opened for anyone.But today, they are not only open, but the whole Kingdom of the North is invited to the Wolveshire Citadel to witness the union of the Northern King and their new Queen Elita Landric.They know she was marked two months ago. They know she has taken a blood oath, too. They know she wears a cheap ring on her finger that the King personally gifted to her. But they still come. To watch the Queen. To see the King who almost disappeared.That is how Nora sketched the whole Luna Queen ceremony for me. I laugh wholeheartedly as people pour in, as lights shimmer, as familiar faces come into my view.My sister comes running and attaches herself to my side. “ when you said you were going to find your mate, you should have told me you were going to find an Alpha King. This is so good. I am going to pester you and lie around in the Wolveshire Citadel all the time. Just take me in. ”I giggle as she gives me her pupp
ElitaHe was serious when he said he wanted to get locked inside the room for a month. He did that. To me. To himself.And every day, it was a competition to have sex more times than the last day. He must have been swapped by another entity while I was gone. I grumble, still sore from getting thrown all around the whole day.Now, I am lying on his chest, tracing imaginary shapes on his skin. His hand rests on my lower back, keeping me pressed against him.After the one time that I left him in bed alone to go meet the Kings and Queens…he always holds me tighter. If I move even an inch, Dustin is up and inside me in moments. I scrunch my nose. He is not a normal man anymore. He is a sex crazed machine. The image of him in my mind is just too funny. I snicker, rubbing my nose on his chest softly.“ What is so funny? ” Dustin grumbles, turning me over so he can drop lower and put his head on my chest.He loves this, too. Sleeping with his ear pressed to my chest so he can continue to
ElitaThe moment I step inside the lounge, all eyes turn to me. Nervousness gnaws at my guts, making me almost bolt out of the room and back into Dustin’s arms.But I am already here. I look towards King Striker and Nora first. I thought I would notice something different, but they still sit attached to each other's hip.“ Shall I say greetings…or hi? ” I whisper, my heart beginning to beat fast.My gaze flickers towards Amelia, who rises and smiles at me warmly while Tyson sits beside her, his brows lifted in amusement. My eyes begin to burn as I avert my gaze toward King Aleister. He is still as unfazed as ever, watching me curiously, but Avery…she is already walking towards me.I flinch as she lifts her arms. The next moment, I am being pulled into a soft hug. “ Thank Goddess you have returned. I don’t care even if you have come from hell. But thank you. Thank you for coming back. I am so glad that you are back now. ” She whispers, her voice moist and filled with different emoti
ElitaAfter telling him everything, I fell asleep in his arms. But it’s not just me. After spending three days awake, Dustin fell asleep, too.Now, I have woken up before him. This gives me the chance to stare at his face from up close.The truth is…Even I can’t believe that I am real. I…was supposed to die. But I am alive, and I am in the arms of the man I love with everything in me.This is a fairytale.And my life was never a fairytale.I don’t know what to make of it, what to do with him, with myself. I am back…and I feel like I won’t want to wish for anything else in this world again.My fingers twitch as I reach out, brushing his unruly strands of hair away from his forehead. He looks different when he is sleeping. Less burdened. Softer. The sharp, dazed king is nowhere to be found. Here, in this bed, he is just Dustin. My Dustin.A warmth spreads in my chest, and before I can stop myself, I lean in and press a soft kiss to his bare chest. Then another. His throat comes next,
ElitaHe kept me in his room for three days. For three days, he took me raw. Drove his length deeper and deeper into me until I could fit all of him. And he kept whispering again…That it has to be a dream.Even when he asked Felicity if she could see me, and she said yes, he still jumped on me and bent me over the couch, sliding my panties aside to connect us again.Felicity was barely out of the door, but he couldn’t care. He wanted me, and he took me every time the doubt crept in that I was not real.Even when I got so tired that I passed out, he kept his eyes on me, watching me for three whole nights and days without sleeping a wink. I didn’t know what to do with him, how to assure him I was there. So, I let him do everything he wanted, let him take me until I was delirious with pleasure and he had filled me with his cum so many times I couldn’t even count it anymore.On the fourth day, when the sun peeks out of the windows, Dustin’s arm wraps around me, and he pulls my hips to
ElitaThe world blurs as Dustin carries me inside. His arms are strong, his grip tight, as if he is terrified I will vanish the moment he lets go. My breath shudders when he reaches his bedroom. The door closes behind us with a quiet click, sealing us away from the rest of the world, leaving only him and me—our ragged breaths, our racing hearts, the heat crackling in the charged air between us.He lowers me onto the bed with a tenderness that contradicts the storm raging in his eyes. His weight presses me into the soft sheets, his body a barrier between me and the ghosts of the past. His hands tremble as they touch me, fingers hesitant yet desperate, unfastening, undoing, removing. I don’t notice anything. I just watch him, mesmerized, completely taken aback.His face has become more angular, the edges sharper. His body has become bulkier, harder. He has changed—grown older, more breathtaking. His lips find mine again, desperate, devouring, his kiss a war between fire and longing,
DustinTen years. Ten long years.I have lived them because she asked me to.Because she made me promise.Even when I felt dead inside, even when my body moved but my soul had already withered, I waited. I lived only because I could come here every night and see her face. One glimpse. One moment. That was enough to keep me breathing.But it’s getting harder.At night, I yearn for her. In the day, her memories haunt me. She is everywhere. In my mind. In my heart. In my soul. And I can’t take it anymore.So I stand in the darkness, waiting. Waiting for her to appear in the window so I can steal a glance and then leave. But she doesn’t come tonight.The ache in my chest deepens as I turn back. If I don’t see her, I won’t be able to sleep. But…I can’t approach her.The girl without my Elita’s memories is not the woman I madly love. She is not the woman who made me feel, wrapped me around her pinky and made me do everything she wanted. I walk toward the hidden gate of the Wolveshire Citad