DustinElita is gone. She was right in front of my eyes. And what did I do? Nothing.I couldn’t do anything.My reactions were too slow. It took too much energy to summon the force in me. And when I was dealing with my weakness, he took her. The weight of it crushes me. It’s like an invisible hand is squeezing my heart, threatening to make it stop beating any moment now. The moment I close my eyes, I see it again, the way her body vanished, the flicker of shadows swallowing her whole. My hands clench as I grip the reins of my horse.I have to get her back. It’s not a thought. It’s a vow. It’s a force that drives my every action.I must get her back right away. The gates of Wolveshire Citadel are right in front of me, but just as I am about to leave, someone calls out my name.“ Dustin. ”Avi.She and the others are just stepping out of the inner gate. I pause in my way, trying to scan them for any signs of what they want but my mind…doesn’t cooperate. The edges of my eyes have gon
ElitaIt felt like I was on the wrong side of the war again. I was forced to watch as the vampires and humans entered the portal.Their cheers. Their excitement. The cries for victory. It haunted me. But I couldn’t do a thing.I couldn’t burn this whole damn place down and every single person in it to protect the people who mattered to me. I couldn’t even yell curses at them and tell them that they were going to lose this battle, and then their lives. I could just sit there and seethe in silence. It made me feel bitter. I wanted to leave this place and return to Dustin’s side, but Levian was looming over my head, making escape impossible.“ Let me go. ” I whisper as I see another batch of vampires entering the portal.They are…too huge in numbers. The werewolves and Lycans are outnumbered even with the help they received from the ancient wolf tribes. “ Let me go, Levian. If you are going to war, you should set me free and let me watch, shouldn’t you? ” I whisper when he doesn’t ans
DustinIt has always been so easy for me to grow cold, forget emotions, and focus on what lies ahead.But it’s not as easy anymore. Every move I make, every step I take, every breath I take…reminds me of her.It’s disastrous.If I continue this, I will lose sight of the goal again. I can’t afford that. Not when I have chosen to protect everyone and do what she would have wanted me to do. Will she hate me when she realizes I am not coming to save her? Will she despise me when I have to leave her in the place where she suffered so much? Will she…I shake my head, pushing those thoughts out of my head. She would hate me more if I let everyone else deal with this alone and go to find her instead. If everyone is gone, I won’t be able to find happiness with her either. Amelia was right. I will live in guilt forever, and she won’t forgive me for making her bear the guilt of being the reason behind my poor choice.I straighten my back and look in the distance. When this is over, when th
DustinI suck in a sharp breath and then exhale. “ CHARGE FORWARD. ”In moments, everything is chaos. Bodies clash. Blood stains the ground. The air reeks of death.I move forward, freezing the blood of humans in their veins. Their bodies stiffen, eyes wide in horror before they fall lifeless. Vampires lunge at me, but I crush them with my bare hands, tearing them apart as their screams mix with the howls of shifting werewolves.Water surges at my command, wrapping around my enemies before turning into solid ice. A single flick of my wrist, and the ice shatters, breaking them along with it.Everything is happening too fast. Limbs fly. Werewolves tear through flesh, sending vampires and humans flying. The battlefield is a blur of movement, screams, and fury. My head pounds. The sounds are deafening. The noise almost sends me into a trance—a kind of trance that’s hard to get out of.But, I stay focused, keeping an eye on my friends and family to make sure they are fine. Striker shifts
Elita—A little while earlier…The Moon Goddess said that my time had ended. But it was clearly a final warning. Because when my eyes open, I see an unfamiliar ceiling. The carved corners are tainted gold, giving the room a royal look.I have…seen it somewhere before though. I blink, my body growing light and my mind still foggy. As I narrow my eyes on the carvings, my heart misses a beat.“ Her clothes suggest she comes from a well-off Pack. But from the Kingdom of the North. ” A female voice whispers somewhere in the room.Instinctively, I sit up in the bed. My head spins because of moving too fast. I wince, my eyes scanning the room until I land on the old woman sitting in the corner, her cold gaze fixed on me.“ She woke up. ” The woman standing behind her chimes.A frown etches between my brows, as I take the two women in. The color of their eyes—magenta. It clicks in my head. I have seen this place in ruins. It’s the Euthoria Fortress—the castle in the West—home to Alpha King
DustinThe battlefield is chaos. Dust and blood mix in the air, thick and suffocating. My heartbeat is loud in my ears, drowning out the sounds of bodies clashing, of bones breaking, of war cries piercing the sky.Amidst the destruction, Levian moves fast. Too fast. His attacks never miss. He strikes with precision, and cruel amusement dances across his gaze as if he is enjoying this. Every hit he lands sends a shock through my body, testing the limits of my endurance. But I defend myself. I dodge. I counter. I hold my ground, just waiting for that one opportunity to strike him so hard that he doesn’t get up again. Suddenly, he drops down, sending Aleister and Tyson crashing back with a blow of that damn electric energy he wields. My first instinct is to rush to their side, and that’s what lands me in hot water.Never take your eyes off the enemy. I have failed the first and most important lesson.Before I can react, Levian’s fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing hard. My lungs
DustinI rise, my head tilting in her direction. This time my lack of focus on the enemy is no trap. It’s a need to see her, to see that face again.And she is beautiful. So-so beautifulShe runs through the battlefield like she doesn’t belong in this world of blood and death. No one touches her. Not the werewolves. Not the vampires. Not the humans.She is the only woman in this world no one can ever hurt—not when she has my love and Levian’s protection. But she doesn’t know. She doesn’t see how special, how beautiful she is. And I love her. I love her so much that I never even focused on her words when she said she didn’t love me. I didn’t even care. I would be fine, even if she didn’t love me, and as long as we stayed together, for a long life. I would be fine, I thought.Now, she is here. Right before my eyes, running towards me, her lips moving, calling my name, but all sounds cease to exist. If I am dying…then what do I have to regret?I…I was really, truly happy when we da
ElitaYou would think you get used to it—dying.But you never do.Every time, the body aches in a new way. The heart breaks all over again. The soul gets ripped out to wander into nothingness until given a chance to come to this world again. But I don’t think I would want to be born again. I…don’t want a life again. It’s because…it must be my fate to die by Levian’s hands in every life. I can’t seem to be able to change that in any timeline, in any life. But this time…I really wanted to live. That’s why I selfishly kept bearing Dustin’s mark, kept borrowing his life force to keep myself alive. But like Moon Goddess said…My time has come. But this…This is so strange.I don’t feel alone in death. He is right here. I reach my hand up, mustering the last of what’s left of me, and cup his cheek. My vision blurs and blood begins to pour out of my eyes.I blink, trying to see his face one more time, just a little more clear. But all I see is the blood on my hands that taints his skin
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