ElitaSomeone clicks their tongue, mocking the condition I am in. I sigh and open my eyes, only to see the vast darkness surrounding me.It’s so cold here. If I was alive, I would have died just trying to endure the drop in temperature.“ What do you want now, Lana? ” I ask, shifting to my side, to rest the side of my face on my arm.Lana’s familiar face is peeking back at me. She is still wearing a white dress, and it makes her blonde hair appear so shiny and golden.She snorts, folding her arms across her chest sassily. “ You are one big failure. Instead of protecting Dustin or letting him do what he thought was best, you lost your control and decided to get revenge. ”“ Revenge? ” I roll my eyes and drop on my back again. “ Akuji would have been a problem in the future. I just got rid of him. It was not for revenge. ”The satisfaction I felt after getting rid of that smug-faced jerk is starting to disappear.What do I feel now? I wonder.I lift my hands and stare at my pale fingers
ElitaNothing comes out of the dramatics. I always knew that.But never understood it until this moment.“ I told you…you are not dying. ” Dustin says, his eyes drilling holes in the side of my head.I eye the bowl of soup in the tray placed on my lap and pretend that it’s the most important thing in the world. What else can be important right now, anyway?Without saying anything, I grab the spoon in my trembling hand, scoop the soup, and shove it in my mouth.“ So, Elita Folke, its’ time. Why don’t you start talking? ” He leans back in the chair he is sitting on, right beside my bed, to make me feel how close he is.I choke on the soup, coughing wildly. The spoon slips from my fingers and drops into the bowl.My heart is about to explode. It’s better this way. It should explode, and I should die. “ Are you dying again? ” Dustin blinks, his face still blank.I stop coughing. Apparently, this choking act doesn’t work on him. “ What are you— ” I swallow, daring to steal a glance his w
ElitaNot again. I scream inside my head as the ‘thing’ swims closer to me.Instinctively, my limbs start moving in the water and I swim towards the surface. The wounds in my side and thigh open again and blood starts flowing in the water.But I can’t stop to care. I need to get out before that ‘thing’—whatever it is—gets to me.The moment my head emerges from the lake, I gasp for air. The energy in my limbs drops, leaving my legs and arms heavy.That’s when I notice it—A light graze of something sharp on my ankle. I shriek, shaking my legs wildly to move away, but those sharp claws dig into my flesh and pull me down.“ Dustin.” I yell, my eyes lifting to the window.But he is not there now.The water around me turns colder at the sudden thought in my head.He left me in here.Whatever is holding my leg, pulls and I am forced under water again.I shake my head, the heel of my left foot colliding with a face. A low shriek sounds in the water, surprising me.The hold on my
Elita I lean back, panting. His blood stains my lips as I meet his gaze. His eyes are still cold, but there’s something else there now. A fire. A flicker of something primal, like the predator inside him, recognizes the one inside me. We are both alike in ways we can’t really understand. His chest rises and falls quickly, his breaths shallow, but I know it’s not just from the kiss. The night darkens, and the water behind me ripples again. My small plan of revenge had the desired results. Something between us shifts, a spark igniting. It’s the mate bond, the pull I kept trying to ignore, but now it’s impossible. The air around us crackles, turning electric. I feel it in my bones, in my veins. My skin buzzes with the intensity of it, and it makes my heart race inside my chest. I shouldn’t want this. This is wrong. He just tried to drown me to death and felt nothing much about it. He played dirty, and I want to play dirtier than him. I want to leave him hanging while
ElitaThe future.The words jolt me awake. The haze in my mind clears, and I look up into his cunning eyes.“ Why did you assume I am from the future? ” I ask, my heart beginning to beat fast.Dustin looms over my head, his eyes zeroed in on me. Something about the way he stares—like he knows things even I don’t know sends a shudder down my back.“ Dustin, I never told you that… ” My voice drops, and my heart sinks in the pit of my stomach,“ It’s not important. ” He blinks and steps away, putting some distance between us.“ Why do you always decide what’s important or not?! ” I snap. “ Maybe it’s not important for you, but it is for me, and you can’t tell me it’s not. ”Blood is rushing towards my head. I was so dazed after that kiss that my mind stopped working. But now, I am beginning to see things clearly.He knows things. And he is not telling me.“ It’s not every day that someone believes a person can travel back in time. ” I rise to my feet, ignoring the jabbing pain in my thig
ElitaI am in the Kingdom of the South!I want to roll around and whine. What am I doing behind these walls? But…To think about it on a deeper level, this is so exciting. This is something I didn’t get to do even in my original timeline.Levian used to say that when he became a Lycan, he was gifted with the powers of the light. And the only one who could truly rival his power was a Lycan from the Kingdom of the South-the one who was gifted with the dark powers. I shudder at that thought. The Lycans from the South have the power to bring darkness with them, but that’s not all. The scarier fact is that they can control the minds—minds of the living and the dead. I have heard of the Southern King’s use of those powers before. He raised an Army of the dead against the Vampires and Humans. The vampires were on the verge of losing, and that was the closest they touched the loss in the war. Uncountable vampires were killed and perished. Humans were slaughtered and mutilated. The undead A
ElitaI want to believe that I am above everything sometimes. All that crush stuff and giddy excitement-I am above that. But I am still a girl.I can’t help the bubble of excitement that explodes in my belly and makes me buzz with energy.Dark powers have always been a source of thrill for me. I imagine a Lycan bringing darkness and evil mind control powers with him, and I find myself wanting to roll on the floor, giggling and kicking my feet in the air like an idiot.That’s what I am feeling right now. My eyes go round, admiration and excitement displayed in them. Even my fists move to my chest to contain those giddy emotions, but I can’t help it.I take in his dark clothes—a loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that hugs his body and his sharp feaures. The most prominent feature about him is his eyes. All Lycans have different shades of black eyes, but his eyes are a glowing grey because he is not an everyday Lycan. He is a Hybrid—he has a witch’s blood in his veins and has inherited
Elita“ I saw the wound she had. ” Avery hisses. “ You couldn’t have carried her all the way here from the North with a wound that recent. She got hurt around the walls somewhere, didn’t she? ”My gaze keeps switching between the three powerful people, trying to understand the dynamics. I understand that Avery and Aleister are angry for some reason but…Why doesn’t Dustin say anything? Why is he not telling them anything? Just why?“ You will remain silent again? ” Avery catches onto what I have been thinking and sneers. My heart sinks. Everything inside me wants me to reach out to Dustin and shake his arm, to ask him to say something.He left his Kingdom and came here to make sure the vampires didn’t get to penetrate the wall of the South. All this time, he’s been doing everything to protect his sister…She wouldn’t be angry at him like she is right now if she knew. “ You don’t need to be worried like this, Avi. There is nothing you need to know. ” Dustin replies in a composed ma
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