Elita“ Where did that girl go? ” I hear King Tyson ask.The three Kings are sitting in Dustin’s office. The two that have little to do with me look so grim. But the one who should appear solemn has nothing on his face, not even a hint of distress or a sign that he regrets abandoning me like this.“ Dustin— ” Alpha King Striker starts, but Dustin interrupts, answering their previous question.“ That girl… ” He picks up his head and looks in their direction, his eyes undeniably dull. “ …is where she is supposed to be. ”“ And where is she supposed to be? ” Striker hisses, slamming his palm on the desk.Dustin doesn’t answer, just looks to his right, where the window is, where I am. For a moment, his eyes lift to mine, and my breath hitches.It’s as if he can see me.“ Did you send her to Levian? Is that how you got Ronac back? ” Tyson huffs and Dustin looks away.No, he can’t see me. “ She is his mate. If I had let go of her a long time ago, things wouldn’t be like this today. ” He sa
ElitaThe scenes kept changing. I didn’t even get the time to understand what I was looking at.In one place, I saw Soline running through the forest. Fear reflected on her face, and she kept throwing glances over her shoulder as if she was getting chased by someone.Before I could grasp the situation, the scenes shifted, and I saw her shifting into a big white wolf. I could hear her agonized cries this time. Her dark blue eyes shone under the moonlight, and the wolf's white fur glistened.I had never seen such a pure white wolf before. It was almost mesmerizing in a way that I couldn’t look away.Until footsteps approached. I looked to the right, and there he was—the man with blue eyes and dark hair—the only one I couldn’t recognize.He had the same mesmerized look in his eyes as if he couldn’t take his eyes off the white she-wolf either.As I watched, he kneeled and stroked her fur. And Soline didn’t only let him, she leaned into his touch, seeking more of it. It struck me then.
ElitaTruth is always a bitter pill to swallow.She was stronger, sharper, and could knock them out with one blow. But until the end, something held her back from defending herself.And when she decided to let go of the restraints, she didn’t only hurt them.She must not have even noticed the innocent child who came out of nowhere and stood in the doorway. The grown men didn’t die from what she did. They got up hours later and left the house.But the child—that innocent, unfortunate child was not as strong as the grown-ups. Once he hit his head on something…Once his blood poured out and tainted the floor…Once he fell…He never got up. It was like his soul was sucked out of him with one blow. He was not given even a few moments of life more.Maybe I watched the scene for hours, or perhaps I only stayed there for a few seconds—I couldn’t feel the time pass.The woman who had killed her child held him against her chest and wailed. Pain reflected on her face, etched so deep into her ey
ElitaMy eyes snap open and the familiar ceiling comes into view. This room is similar to the one beside it—the room that has taken on a new look, but the memories must still linger in there.All this time, I never understood why Levian had to stay in this cottage and not in big castles like other Kings.It is because this place was everything for him. And like his promise, he can never forget this house either.“ You saw her in your dream. ” A deep sounds from the corner.My breath hitches as I glance to my left and find him sitting in the corner, on a wingchair. The darkness keeps his face hidden but his eyes–the green eyes only I see don’t blend in. They shine, giving away his presence and his calm.“ The Goddess rarely comes into anyone’s dreams.” He leans back, and closes his eyes.I can not see him any longer. He had become with one darkness.“ Were you that desperate to escape? ” His voice echoes around me, making me stiffen.“ Huh? ”“ The Goddess said she can not ignore her s
DustinThe voices have been loud for a while. Several voices murmur different words at the same time, sounding like muffled screeches in my ears. They keep me up at night and my head pounding during the day.It doesn’t take a genius to realize that for some time, everything was silent inside me. I could hear other voices and focus on them without feeling like my head would explode.It was because of her.When she was around, I didn’t get the urge to dig my nails in my ears and rip them apart just to silence the noise inside me. Without even realizing it, I was living a calm life—for the first time in my life. The ocean roars in front of me, violent waves crashing onto the shore like they are trying to tear the earth apart. The power inside me pulses, reaching out to the water, controlling it, bending it to my will. But for once, I feel no satisfaction in it. It’s empty—hollow, like everything else I do these days.Every time I close my eyes, I see her face from when I left her behin
ElitaAfter spending a week lingering in the vampire territory, I have learned everything I needed to know.Gratefully, I have not come across anyone who would make things unpleasant because Levian kept me inside the cottage, and no vampire or human was allowed inside.Levian was being a gentleman to a girl he knew was taking a potion and impersonating his mate while he mostly ignored the real me in the future as if I would give him a disease someday.I don’t know what’s going through his head, but I know he finds me interesting because the Moon Goddess visited me in my dreams.He is trying to understand why the Goddess would care about someone like me—someone ordinary. That’s why I must sit at the dinner table with him every night and let him stare at me as I eat.My eyes twitch as I focus on the steak that’s on the menu tonight and ignore his gaze that’s fixed on my face. He dissects every expression, every single movement. It makes me want to stab him with a fork and knife in my h
ElitaA lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down and continue cutting into the steak, pretending his words didn’t affect me at all. I don’t want to give him a weakness, or he will prey on it, twist it, and manipulate me again.But…who am I kidding?A man who has lived for so long can read people like open books.“ I can keep you alive. ” Levian rests his chin over his fist and watches me intently. “ I can make sure you survive in this dead body. You can live a long life, Elita. How does that sound to you? Do you want to live? ”I don’t realize when the fork slips from between my fingers and the knife slices across my middle finger. I pause and glance at the blood on my fingers.It’s not warm anymore. It’s cold and dark. I stare at the drops pooling on the plate, and my mind goes numb. Do you want to live? Levian’s question echoes in my head on a repeat mode—It’s haunting.“ You must… ” I whisper, my voice barely audible to me. “ …want something in return. ”“ Not really. I am m
ElitaThe seat in front of me shakes as he moves at an impressive speed and appears beside me. I stiffen but don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.He grabs the back of my chair and turns it around. I suppress a gasp and look at his still chest, hidden under a black button-down shirt.“ How can you say that for sure? Even a dog becomes loyal when he is cared for. The Lycan Princes won’t be different. ” He leans down, his cold breath hitting my forehead.I crane my neck and meet his gaze, my nose brushing against his slightly. It takes some triggers to get him angry, and right now, he is fuming.I want to laugh and sneer. You wanted to manipulate me by offering me life. How does it feel to fail now?“ You keep forgetting one important detail. ” I smile, my eyes crinkling slightly. “ Dogs and wolves are not the same, Levian. You can not control Lycans by showing them a little care. They need a lot more than that. They have an innate desire for power and connection and mate
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