Hi Lovelies, I apologize for the delay in the update. I was busy with a few personal matters and didn't have the energy to write this book for a while :( But I am back now. So, the updates will resume ❤️ P.S. I have noticed. You all disappear in the comments of "hot" chapters, LOL. But I hope you won't get too shy this time and will show yourselves in the comments. Love you! ❤️ ~S.Y
ElitaI am back here again. The fire is consuming me, licking at my skin, searing through my lungs. And water seeps from the statue’s cold stone eyes, inching toward me as if trying to free me from the flames.Why do I always end up here? What does this even mean?Before I can make sense of anything, I jolt awake. My heart pounds against my ribcages as my wide eyes land on the plain, dirty ceiling. My breathing is uneven, and my body is still caught somewhere between the dream and reality.“ Did I scare you? ” Dustin’s soft voice sounds from beside me. I stiffen, and turn my head in his direction. He is standing beside the bed, his warm hand placed over my shoulder. His dark eyes hold something unreadable, but his face remains impassive.I blink, once, twice. Trying to gather my thoughts.“ I would have let you rest longer, but it’s urgent… ” Dustin says, straightening to his height. “ Get up and get ready. We need to leave. Now. ”Dread tightens a knot in my stomach. “ What happene
DustinI stare back as Aleister glares at me. “ the distance was— ”“ Bigger than you expected? ” I shrug and turn to walk towards my horse.“ You already knew, didn’t you? ” He masks his anger behind a cold smirk.“ What? That you wouldn’t be able to teleport all of us? ” I look towards Striker, then Tyson. They are glaring at me just like Aleister. “ You knew. ” Aleister lets out a breath, his voice tinged with disbelief.“ This teleportation? It’s not the power of the South. It’s just some added perk from your submissive witch blood. Of course, I knew you could only teleport one or perhaps two of us before it stopped working for some time. ” I tell him honestly, not wanting to drag this out longer than needed. “ But I was hoping…you could send two back. Tyson would have been a good option. He knows Levian better than us. ”“ You knew he could only send one or two of us back, and you still chose her? ” Striker lifts his brows.“ You would have done the same if it was Lenora. She is
LevianSometimes, I do wonder. What’s the point of everything they do to fight back? The pride they hold onto, the dignity they so cherish, the trust they have in their Goddess…It’s childish. So naive, as if holding onto those ideals will protect them from the harsh truths of the world. They fight and fight, convinced that their strength and their loyalty to some higher cause will save them, but all I see is a cycle of failure repeating itself. They believe in their righteousness, their purity, their connections to forces they cannot fully understand. But it is all an illusion.The Gods or the world does not care about pride. It does not care about dignity. It does not recognize the strength they claim to possess. No, the world and the Gods respect only power—the kind that bends others to your will, the kind that ensures survival by any means. They are too wrapped up in their fantasies to see the reality. Survival is not about pride. It is about doing what they must, without in
ElitaOnce again in life, I am forced to realize that waiting is the hardest thing to do.Waiting for someone is like dragging your body over a bed of nails. It is slow. It is painful. It does not kill, but it leaves me writhing. Time stretches, moving too slow, making every breath feel heavy, every heartbeat feel too slow.The worst part of it?Not knowing if they are even coming back, or if I am waiting for nothing, or if I should do something instead of just…sitting around and waiting. I pace around in the throne room, occasionally watching the vacant throne, then turning to the window that overlooks the sea. The water has been too calm, for too long. It’s unnatural. It’s been…four days now. Four days since Dustin Landric forced me into returning to the North! And he is not back!I keep thinking…If I could get ahold of him right now...I would curse at him. I would strangle him. I would kiss him. And tell him if he ever did this again, I would hate him forever. It might be a li
ElitaI was not wrong.After Tyson, Striker appeared the next day. Their return made it easier for me to get people to listen, but it didn’t ease my worry.I was relieved that Lenora and Amelia had their mates back. But where was mine? Why did he have to send me before everyone else?I would have been fine if he had sent Tyson, then Striker, then Aleister…I wouldn’t have complained even if he had chosen to go before me.But he thought…Oh! I should let Elita suffer instead of letting her spend her days in peace.I huff as I stare out the window. Six days have passed now. The warriors are stationed in their positions. They have Vitora flower, training to fight vampires, and even the will to keep guard all the time.I have already worked with some Alphas to develop a few things they will need in the war.The Kings have gathered their men, readying the Army needed for support.Princess Avery has somehow handled her parents and made sure they don’t come out of their rooms. I don’t know
Elita Dustin steps inside, his presence filling the room. He leans against the wall like he owns the place, his smirk lazy, daring me to react. He does own the place. It’s his favorite throne room—with a round table where he can manipulate his friends and other important guests—an alternative to the traditional one. But he has no right to smirk at me and look this good after he tricked me into leaving him behind. My blood burns in my veins. My breath comes too fast, and my hands curl into fists by my sides. “ What’s wrong? ” Dustin muses, his gaze raking over me as if he already knows that I am going to lash out. “ You tricked me into leaving… ” I snap, my voice loud with fury. “ You asked him to grab me and send me here. You forced me. I don’t like being forced.” Dustin’s smirk widens, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. He folds his arms over his chest, completely unfazed. “ I know. You can…make me pay for it. I will allow that. ” A violent shudder rolls down my back. I mo
Dustin‘ He was waiting. ’ A voice whispers inside my head, becoming clearer than the other screeches that make me wince.‘ For what? ’ I tilt my head, staring the endless sea.‘ For your return. ’ Another voice shrieks. Something has made the voices restless. I take a sip of the wine and let the taste linger on my tongue.The screeches intensify, a buzz that is impossible to ignore. The pressure on my head increases, as I grit my jaw, trying to drown out the sounds.Just when I know it’s impossible, two tiny arms wrap around my waist and a soft forehead presses on my back. A switch flips, and everything goes silent.I look down at the arms around me. My lips twitch, a warmth I am not used to spreading inside my chest.She doesn’t know what she really does to me, for me. “ I am dead… ” She mumbles in a dramatic voice.“ I know that. ” My lips curl in a smile before I can realize it.“ I have been taking care of everything for you! Do you know how hectic it is?! I couldn’t even slee
DustinI grit my jaw. I did say that. But that was when I had full control over my abilities. Now, I am not that same Dustin.I can’t protect them the way I could before. And I don’t want any of them to die on my watch. “ Times have changed and— ” I start, but Elita cuts me off.“ If you don’t understand that he wants to protect you by risking his life, his Kingdom, and everything he holds dear, then you all need to revisit your understanding of him. ” She approaches me and takes a seat beside me. “ he wants you to go back home because you can die here, and Dustin can not bear to let that happen. He is not being stubborn or stupid. He just wants…you to live and stay out of danger. ”A hand curls around my heart and squeezes it tightly. I look at the side of her face, watching as she narrows her eyes on Striker and admiring the way she looks—so fierce, so strong.“ Dustin, I know you want to protect us. But we want to do that for you too. Just like how you don’t want any of us to get
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