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
DustinThe battlefield is eerily silent.Elita is gone.My body refuses to acknowledge what has happened. I sit there, staring at her face, willing her to wake up, to breathe, to give me any sign that she is still here.But she is not.Her heart has stopped beating. Her breathing has stopped too. Now, she is just a limp mess. My hands tremble as I reach out, brushing my fingers over her cheek. Her skin is still warm, but it won’t be for long. The mate bond inside me is silent. It’s just an empty void, like something inside me has been ripped apart, and I am left bleeding without a wound.Someone is yelling my name. Maybe it’s Levian. Maybe it’s Aleister or Tyson. I don’t care. The world can end. And I won’t be able to bring myself to care.“ Levian is gone. ” The voice drawers near. “ And the vampires have started to turn into dust. ”I continue to stare at her, ignoring the words. Why does it matter to me now? If I couldn’t even keep her alive…Why would anything else matter? Sud
ElitaHow long can someone really cry? Hours? Days? Months?I don’t know for sure. But I cried for as long as I could, even when I felt no tears on me. My soul kept crying in the abyss, writhing and desperate to find a way back.But then…I couldn’t cry anymore. So, I remained in a corner, watching the darkness while it stared back into my soul.“ You say you don’t interfere in the matters of the mortals. Yet you sent me back in time and made me do your work. ” I whisper, knowing that the Goddess has to be listening. “ If you could do that…couldn’t you give me some more days to live? Couldn’t you change my fate too? But no…when it comes to me, all you have are excuses. ” Nothing happens. The silence around me threatens to consume me as my soul lingers around, struck in this place for too long.“ You are a hypocrite. ” I mutter under my breath. Suddenly, the bright light and the silver eyes glow right in front of me. I gasp, sliding back into the empty space as she glares at me.“ I
AveryThe aftermath of a war is always brutal. I had only ever heard it from others. But I never experienced it in person.But now…I am a part of that aftermath.The young girl I healed is Elita Folke—the real Elita Folke. Then who was the one who laughed with us, protected us, and became a friend? Who was she? In the past week, Aleister, Striker, Tyson, Amelia, Nora, and I have tried our best to get an answer from Dustin. But nothing. He says nothing. The spark I saw in his eyes, the emotions he began to show, the unusual smile on his lips…It’s gone. Aleister said they saw Elita die while protecting him. Right before Levian left with his son. Right before all the vampires turned into dust, getting wiped off this world like they never existed. Right before the humans surrendered and became prisoners. Right before we won the war. He says…It was all her. If she had not died before all that…Then it wouldn’t have happened at all.A girl alone saved the four Kingdoms. She didn’t
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