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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
ElitaHow can I forget who he is?I sigh, as the wine hangs in the air, so close to his face. Slowly, it freezes, and the red crystals rain down to the table and floor.Dustin’s face comes into view again. The corners of his eyes twitch and darken. I swallow, sensing the looming danger. It’s like the air thickens with a silent threat, and pricks my skin with every second.“ Are you sure nothing is going on between you two? ” Avery’s smug voice shatters the eerie silence.Lenora chimes. “ She threw wine in his face. Of course, something is going on. ”A few giggles follow. I swallow again, unease gnawing at my throat.He deserved it. He knows that. Yet, he looks at me like he is going to smother me with his gaze. Heat slithers down my skin, as his eyes lower to my still chest.“ Step out. ” Dustin says, silencing the commotion.“ Are you talking to us? ” Tyson asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice.“ We will discuss this later. Go now. ” He nods in reply, so stiffly that my bac
Elita“ You should have told me sooner, Ms. Folke. It’s far better than pretending to want you and playing house with you. ” Dustin says, without hesitation, without even a hint of any insincerity in his eyes.“ Oh. ” My lips form an O. “ So you were pretending? ”I feel like laughing. It’s nothing new, anyway. Many people have pretended to be something else just to use me. By now…I am used to it.Because how can anyone want someone like me? A girl is supposed to be sweet, innocent, and naive. I am anything but that. I am filled with darkness inside out, and perhaps people can spot that darkness when they look at me. That’s when they decide—she is not worth it.Or maybe it’s not about how I am unladylike. It must be the desperation to be wanted by someone. It must be leaking from every pore of my body and surrounding me like a visible layer. She is desperate. Let’s use her. That must be what always goes through everyone’s mind.He starts again, just on the verge of saying more hurt
The air is still cold when Dustin and I walk back toward the Kings. I don’t miss the silence that hangs heavy between us, thick enough to choke me. Something is wrong with him. I have known it since I saw him by the lake. There is a shift in him, something subtle but unsettling, like a ripple just beneath the surface.But, I don’t ask what it is that is bothering him. Not because I don’t care, but because I know better. Dustin’s mind is a fortress, impenetrable when he is preparing for what is to come. He needs his focus, his composure—and I need to trust him to handle whatever’s weighing on him. Still, it’s hard to shake the unease gnawing at me.What happened after I fell asleep? I don't know but I have a hunch that it has to do something with King Aleister. As we step back into the clearing, I notice that the Kings are already awake. Aleister rises first, his sharp gaze finding us immediately, while Tyson and Striker stretch and yawn like they have slept on clouds instead of t
ElitaRestlessness makes it hard for me to sleep for long. The journey is coming to an end soon. I have led them here, but I don’t know if I will be able to return with them to the North again. I open my eyes and stare at the sky. The space between the tall trees is turning light. The sun will rise soon, and we will cross the lake to go to the other side.Unconsciously, I look to my left. The three Kings are asleep. King Aleister is resting agaisnt a tree, refusing to lie down and be vulnerable while King Striker and King Tyson are laying close, fast asleep.My lips curl into a smile. If I was told I would see the proud Kings spending days in forests, traveling alone, and tending to their needs without any help, I would have laughed hard. But they don’t mind. It’s surprising—but they really don’t care what they have to do to ensure that their people remain alive and well.I sigh and shift to my right side. My brows lift as I find the spot empty. Instantly, I sit up and look around.
Dustin“ What are you trying to say? Be more clear. ” Aleister mumbles, his sharp gaze fixed at her. “ So…the…end thought is…they have powers—different, unknown powers. We need to be careful when engaging with them. And don’t mention anything insulting about Levian Seisti when we come across them. They won’t like it. That’s it. We have to convince them by telling what is in it for them, and also by telling them how their contribution will save uncountable lives. ” She sighs, and rises from her spot between Striker and Tyson.“ Have they got any tricks up their sleeves like Elves? Do you know about it? ” Striker questions as she walks towards me.She stops when she is a step away from me, and turns to face them. “ Your Highness, I have told you all I know. This time, it’s really everything I know. The rest now…depends on you and your ability to influence people. You four have to secure an alliance. And you have to do it on your own. ”They stare at her, but don’t question her. If the
DustinRight now, I dislike the fact that Goddess didn’t give me the power to teleport more than anything.But no!What is really so special about disappearing from one place and appearing in another? He can not even do that without having seen the place he is going to appear to. It’s not that great!Then why does she keep making heart eyes at that brainless, tactless, everything-less man? It’s catastrophic that my sister has him as his mate and is forced to love him when there is nothing to love. Or even if there is, I don’t see it. And if I don’t see it, then there must not be anything worth seeing.Yes! It is truly catastrophic, but Elita Folke doesn’t understand even the ‘C’ of that. What is wrong with her?Is she going blind with her nearing demise? Or does she simply have a bad taste in men? Bad taste sounds like the better option. She was staring at that ugly Elf too when I couldn’t find anything worthwhile to see in him either.With his silver hair and silver eyes, he coul
ElitaThe dining hall is buzzing when we step back inside. Elf girls, radiant and graceful, fill the space like a picture of shimmering light. As soon as Dustin and I cross the threshold, their attention shifts to him. They rush forward, voices chiming like wind chimes, their slender hands tugging at his arms, leading him toward one side of the long table. I barely have a chance to react when a hand settles on the small of my back.I stiffen, glancing over my shoulder. It’s the same elf man from earlier, his touch light but assertive. “ This way… ” He murmurs. He guides me to the opposite side of the table, his hand remaining far longer than necessary. My eyes dart to Dustin, who is already surrounded, his jaw tight, but he is not resisting. Not yet.“ I would like to know you. ” The elf whispers, pulling out a chair for me as though he is some kind of gentleman. I force myself to sit, my movements stiff, my gaze flickering towards Dustin. His eyes are on me, and there is somethi
ElitaThe footsteps draw closer, deliberate and unhurried, and the sound echoes through the cave. My pulse quickens as I glance toward the entrance. Before I can move, Dustin’s grip on my arm tightens, his calloused fingers pressing firmly into my skin.“Stay put.” He orders in a voice so low it’s almost a growl. His eyes glint like sharpened steel as they cut into mine. “Don’t poke your nose into this.”I stiffen, my jaw clenching at his tone, but I stay silent. Dustin doesn’t look away. It’s as if he is silently daring me to disobey him.The Elf appears at the mouth of the cave, stepping into the dim light. He is tall, unnaturally graceful, his silver hair falling like liquid silk over his shoulders. It takes me a moment, but I realize he is the same Elf I stumbled upon in the woods. The color of his hair and eyes has changed. The faint glow of his eyes—pale and predatory—sends a chill down my spine. He stands there, studying us with a cruel smile tugging at his lips.“ Well.
ElitaAll eyes turn to him after my speech is over. Dustin’s brows lift as he looks at his friends and then back at me.“ Come on. You must have something on your mind. ” I narrow my eyes on him.“ The plan is to cooperate with the Elves for now, so they take us out of this cave where we can’t use our powers or strength. ” He shrugs nonchalantly. “ and…for everything else, I am relying on you just as you asked. ”My jaw hangs low. I am sure the jaws of others can’t resist either. Dustin just closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall. “ Go on, Elita. Get us out of the trouble you caused. ”His detached demeanor makes everyone fall silent. It’s like he is deliberately refusing to do anything.I slip closer and press my lips to his ear to whisper. “ are you mad at me? Is that why you refuse to help? ”I clench the sleeve of his shirt, cautiously pulling at it to grab his attention. Dustin’s eyes snap open, and his head turns in my direction before our gazes meet.“ I understan
Elita“ She told you not to look the Elves in the eyes. Why did you have to do that, Striker? ” I hear a familiar, dark voice hiss. It has to be Alpha King Aleister, and he sounds angry. “ No supernatural powers work directly on the Lycans. ” Striker snaps back. “ I just looked up before setting everything on fire, and then…just…stopped. The surroundings changed, and I couldn’t see him anymore. It’s not my fault. I didn’t know the magic won’t work on me but will work on the surroundings instead. ”I shudder, pressing myself agaisnt the hard surface under me. It’s warm and so…electrically soothing.My muscles stiffen when I register my thoughts. Instinctively, I touch the surface with my cold fingers and sigh under my breath.Dustin.My eyes crack open, and I crane my neck back to look at his face. He lowers his gaze to mine and blinks calmly.Aleister and Striker are still bickering in the background. But their voices sound muffled in my ears now.I am lying on Dustin’s chest, the si
ElitaThe man’s footsteps are silent as he leads me deeper into the woods. He moves with a kind of grace that makes my skin crawl, each step so fluid it’s as though he is floating. I follow, even though every instinct in me screams to turn back. There is no sound except the faint whisper of leaves under our feet and my own uneven breaths.I keep glancing over my shoulder. The shadows stretch long and twisted behind me, but nothing is there. At least, nothing I can see. They are making sure to hide well. Just like I instructed. “ We are almost there. ” The man says, his voice soft and melodic, like a lullaby drifting through a darkened room. I hesitate, shooting another look over my shoulder. Now, I really do need a sign that they are around. Hiding so well doesn’t seem that great of an idea to me. The man’s words send a cold prickle down my spine. “ Will more of your friends be coming? ”My heart leaps painfully into my throat. I force myself to swallow, to steady my voice. “ Ma