Hi Lovelies, After a strange, stressful week, I am back again :) Who expected things to turn out this way? P.S. Actually, I was having a hard time writing this book. It's like that for writers sometimes. When writing a story becomes kind of a chore for some time, you stop getting ideas or motivation to write. So, I was in that phase, and I couldn't write anything no matter how hard I tried. It was kind of depressing, but I am almost out of that phase now. :) Thanks for always supporting me. I notice my readers and I read all your comments without a hitch so please leave your thoughts in the comments no matter what you are thinking. I am always waiting to read them Love you ❤️ ~S.Y
ElitaSometimes…You just don’t understand what you are feeling, thinking, or supposed to be doing.At a moment like that…It all feels like a joke.That’s right.“ I didn’t think you were someone who liked to pull such pranks. ” I mumble, looking down at the open diary.A cold breeze coming from the open window sways the pages, making them flip and display several other drawings of the same girl.A girl who has my face.It’s surreal.How do you recognize yourself from a faded drawing? But…these are no ordinary drawings. It feels like someone has drawn the sharp lines of my face with perfection, carefully outlining everything to match my features. My eyes—a dark, sparkling blue color is the only color that has not faded and turned yellow or brown. The contrast of that bright color against the old, dead papers…does something to my heart. Without realizing it, I touch my chest. A light pain starts deep inside somewhere.“ This is…not funny, Dustin. ” I whisper under my breath, trying
Elita“ Do you want to know something…Dustin? ” I look down at my hand, silently acknowledging that something has changed inside me. I am not the same girl who came to this world with a single goal and an unwavering determination.I have fallen weak and allowed emotions to take hold of my dead heart again.“ Levian watched me die and didn’t do anything. He wouldn’t do that to me if I had anything to do with his mate, right? ” I whisper.“ It couldn’t have been the first time for him. He must have sensed your desire for death and let you have it. Again. ” Dustin clears the remaining doubt with a single answer.My hold tightens over the knob, and the cold metal bites into my skin. I grit my jaw, stopping myself from trembling.The distant memory comes haunting me again. After I ruined Levian’s plan to revive his son…He came to see me. For the last time.For the first time since I met him and believed in his lie that we were mates, he grabbed my arms and shook me, yelled at me, kept rep
ElitaDustin’s eyes darken, his expression hard, almost as if he is holding back.As he stands behind me, towering over my frame in the mirror, his fingers tug the zipper of my dress all the way down. The fabric slips from my shoulders, pooling at my feet.Cold air brushes against my bare skin, but I don’t dare look down. Dustin’s eyes flash a dangerous blue before his gaze lowers, tracing my still chest, my tight stomach, my clenched thighs.I didn’t wear anything underneath, and now, he can see everything. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something, to show something in his eyes. And it’s there—an appreciative gleam that makes my lips quiver. “ I hate everything that threatens my control, Elita. ” His voice is rough. “ And you are on top of that list. ”Dustin grabs my waist and pulls me back. His calloused fingers dig into my bare skin, earning a harsh intake of breath from me.I feel his fingers tracing a path to the middle of my stomach. He rests his palm over there, his
ElitaSex has always been a blur for me. I don’t remember much of my sexual encounters in life because…They were not exactly…wanted.But sex with Dustin was not a blur. I felt every thrust, every harsh strike of his palm against my ass, and every breath against my ear as he leaned down and kept ramming inside me. It couldn’t have been a blur, even if I wanted it to. But when my walls finally clenched into an earth-shattering orgasm, and he pulled out of me to shoot his cum all over my back, it felt like we were at it for a long time.I felt drained and fell on the bed, completely exhausted. He removed the belt from around my wrists and left the bed.I kept repeating inside my head—this time, it was not just some blurred moments.But as I breathed against his sheets and closed my eyes…memories flashed through my mind. All blurry and unfocused.I couldn’t remember the details.Right now, I can’t recall the details either. It felt like Dustin and I were like some wild animals in a rut—
ElitaMy chin wobbles before I can catch myself slipping. I squint my eyes, fighting the blurriness, the building pressure. My heart feels heavy in my chest.“ Who— ”“ I—I don’t remember. ” I utter. The dam is so close to breaking, but I hold on, refusing to let go.A moment passes between us. He stares at me, and it feels like the time slows down. He is studying me, observing the unnecessary moisture in my eyes, or maybe he can see deeper and notice the pain. It feels like I am in a trance, not mesmerized by his beauty this time but by his silent presence, his deep eyes, and his gentle fingers. Unconsciously, my hand reaches for his face in an attempt to brush his soft, slightly wavy hair away and look into his eyes from close. “ The black veins have spread to your heart. ” But he mumbles before I can reach him and pulls away, putting distance between us. Without saying a word, he lays down on the other side of the bed and places his arm above his eyes, hiding the look in them.
DustinI have never faltered during an act. When I know I must convince someone of something, I lie to myself first—That’s how…I have always been successful.But right now…I don’t know what I am doing anymore.I glance at the girl who is peacefully sleeping under the blanket. I told her to get lost, and without even moving an inch, she told me I would have to drag her out if I wanted her gone.I was in no mood for more dramatics. That’s why I let her be. Now, I am regretting it.I lean back in the chair, and my gaze drops to her parted lips. People who call Lana Redley the most beautiful girl in the North just don’t know Elita Folke. She has this kind of beauty that appears ordinary among the faces of other gorgeous girls at first, but the longer you look at her, the more you realize…She is different from others—different in a way I can’t quite understand. When others have this innocent, naive look in their eyes…she has a sharp calculative glint that swims in the depths of those
ElitaI run my finger across the dull blue eyes in the drawings and sigh. Dustin said what I wanted to hear, that I just looked like Levian’s mate.But it’s…making me uneasy.Many things Levian told me in my past are starting to revolve in my mind.‘ I could take anyone’s memories, but not my mate’s. That’s why I prayed to the Moon Goddess to help me, to take away her memories. She heard too late, and now that prayer has turned into a curse. ’ He said to me once, so randomly that I couldn’t make sense of it. I had asked him what he meant, and he never answered. But he stared at me for a long time before he left, not to return for days to come.He did it often. Whenever he talked about something I couldn’t understand, and I needed him to help me understand, he would just disappear. Until he returned, I knew he would disappear again if I repeated my questions.And I didn’t want him gone. Vampires, behind his back, were crueler. And it felt like I had no one but him, even when I grew t
Elita" I am Levian's mate?" I lift my brows and direct my wide eyes at him.Dustin stares back, waiting for me to throw a tantrum or act recklessly or maybe, he knows I won't. That's why he said what he did.I swallow a bitter pill under the penetrating stares from everyone. I am dying soon anyway. Why did it matter how people remembered me after I was gone?" Of course." I smile, my eyes crinkling with the forced effort. " I discovered this secret last night."" How does this make sense? If she is Levian's mate, how do you know that?" Alpha King Striker questions and becomes the first person to look away from me, and at Dustin again." I might have an answer to that." Tyson follows suit, and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger." What do you mean?" Alpha King Striker faces him.I awkwardly stand in the doorway, wondering if it's still a good idea to be here when I am being called the enemy's mate. I look to my left, then to my right." I have seen this gi
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 l
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
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
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
ElitaIt will always remain this way. I will never register sex. I try to claw at his shoulder to ground my mind to this moment, to continue to look into his beautiful eyes, but everything is already blank before my gaze.Just when I think I am going to slip away from him, my body is flipped again. My heart misses a beat in my chest as everything clears in my view.I am above him, straddling his hips, with his length still inside me, filling me deeper now. My hands drop to his stomach, and my back arches when I register the burn in my core. He is stretching me so good.“ You are not…forgetting about this again. ” His deep, restrained voice echoes in my ears as he commands. Confused, I look down at our joined bodies, and then up at his clenched jaw, dark eyes, and hands that are clasped together, raised above his head. It takes me a moment to register what’s happening. But when I do, everything inside me turns warm and melts into a puddle.Dustin Landric, the man who can’t bear to l
Elita“ I got a little taste of you, Ms. Folke… ” Dustin says, his voice low, husky. “ I need more now. ”My breath catches in my throat, the tension between us thick and suffocating.“ Still need more? ” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “ Even after I acted like an ungrateful bitch and hurt you every time I opened my mouth? ”His hands slide down my sides with a precision that sends shivers down my spine. There is no hesitation in his touch, only certainty as if every move is part of a calculated plan. He grips my thighs firmly, lifting me with ease and wrapping my legs around his torso. His body feels like steel against mine—so hard, yet so warm. “ Those words meant nothing to me. I knew you were trying to push me away… ” He says, his tone devoid of softness. His eyes trail to my parted lips before snapping back to meet my gaze. “ You can try to push me away, but it won’t work. Because I always get what I want. And what I want right now is to have this… ”He leans down, so close
Elita“You destroyed me, Dustin! Don't you understand?! ”Dustin’s jaw tightens. He watches as I storm to the door and step outside. The cold mountain air bites into my skin, but I do not care. I need space. I need air that does not smell like him. Just as I take a few steps forth and pick up my head, I see similar small huts surrounding me.Several warriors turn towards me and watch me standing there like a dummy. I take in a deep breath and start walking towards the right.Did Alpha King Striker have to trick me like this? What was he even hoping to achieve?I scoff, stomping forward to find a silent, lonely corner. I stop only when I reach the ditch again.It’s so visible even in the night. Why did I miss earlier then? I narrow my eyes on it, glaring at if I can blame it for everything going wrong. I don’t know how long I do it, but I know that my legs start feeling heavy.I crouch down and wrap my arms around my knees. I always knew what to do, but now, I feel like a fool.May
ElitaThe quiet of the night almost stings my ears as I see myself back in that place—the first time I saw the Lycan King up close, a decade ago.His hand wraps around my wrist just as I try to turn and retreat. My heart races, a drumbeat of panic. I have already lured him into the trap. Death looms close, waiting to claim him in the form of a vampire king—the same monster who made me into this.It feels surreal. The memory had turned foggy after so many years among vampires and humans. I could no longer remember the sharpness of his features, the exact look in his eyes. But now, it is painfully clear.He is not glaring at me. There is no hatred in his gaze, not even blame.Maybe he already knew it was a trap. Dustin always knows everything.And still, he came.I pull, trying to wrench free, but it is no use. Levian stalks closer from behind. Yet Dustin does not shift his focus. His eyes never leave mine.“You will regret it.” His thumb brushes my pulse point, lingering just long enoug
ElitaI lie awake, staring at the ceiling above my head, my mind too full to let sleep take me. Tonight, it feels so cold in here. I feel this itch under my skin to go find that Lycan King and snuggle into his arms but I hold still. He is warm when his limbs are entangled with mine, but I am still angry at him.That’s not all. There is an ache between my legs, a constant, needy ache that demands his touch. It’s driving me crazy. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door. My heart misses a beat.Dustin. It has to be him. He knocked on my door hours ago and I just pretended to be asleep.The thought of him sends a rush through me—anger, longing, something that twists low in my belly—but I force myself to stay put. I won’t answer. I won’t let him in.“ Elita. ” The voice from the other side of the door calls out, and it’s not him. It’s Striker. “ Come out. ”I sigh and move my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor. When I open the door, he stands there in the dim