A few days passed after the confrontation with Harold in his study, and I found myself constantly on edge. Every time I passed a mirror, I could see the faint but undeniable mark on my neck—the mark that Dominic had left.It was a reminder of our forbidden connection and a danger I couldn’t afford, not with Harold so close to uncovering the truth. I tried everything to conceal it, even resorting to layers of makeup, scarves, and high collars, but I knew the day was coming when it would be impossible to hide.One morning, while I was applying concealer in front of my vanity, there was a sudden knock on my door. Panic flared as I dabbed the makeup sponge over my neck, the door swinging open before I had a chance to answer.“Elisse.” Harold’s voice was cold, and I froze, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He was already halfway into my room, his gaze narrowing as he caught sight of me. His eyes drifted to the makeup sponge in my hand and then to the side of my neck, where I h
The tension between Harold and me only grew sharper over the next few days, thickening like a storm cloud with each encounter. He hadn’t mentioned the divorce papers since that night, but his glances were more probing, and his conversations colder. I felt the invisible clock ticking down, each second adding to his suspicions as he tried to piece together what he sensed lurking beneath the surface.One evening, just after sunset, he summoned me to his study. This time, the edge in his voice was unmistakable, dripping with barely-contained fury. As I approached the heavy oak door, dread twisted in my stomach, a familiar sensation by now, but one I’d never grown used to. I braced myself, preparing for whatever accusations or demands he might hurl my way.Inside, he stood by the window, his back turned, a dark silhouette against the forest’s fading light. His posture was tense, hands clasped behind him, a man barely holding himself together. He didn’t look at me when he spoke.“It’s been
The weight of Harold’s resentment had hung over the house since the last conversation with him earlier before the hunt. His gaze towards me grew colder, and even his demands became persistent that it was becoming too hard for me to continue enduring to resist him from his relentless desire to have me signed the divorce papers.With each passing day, his words began to sting more like carefully placed weapons than accusations. It’s like a venom that was creeping through me everytime we both talk and it was becoming too hard to counter. Although most of the time, I would often just listen to him and refuse to start an argument. Later that evening after their hunt, the night abruptly was thick with an ominous calm as I rested in bed. I didn’t even bother waiting for them. Usually, Harold wouldn’t even mind if I waited for them or not so might as well spend the rest of the evening resting so that I wouldn’t even have to waist my energy on people who doesn’t even care whether I make an e
The next two days in Dominic's penthouse were a experience unlike anything I had ever known. The silence wrapped around me like a soft blanket, soothing the frayed edges of my mind. The freedom was intoxicating; for the first time, I felt the weight of fear lift off my shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of liberation that was almost surreal. The penthouse, perched high above the city, offered breathtaking views that seemed to stretch into infinity. Vast windows framed the skyline, the twinkling lights below resembling scattered stars, reminding me that I was untethered, floating high above the chaos of my past.In this sanctuary, I could breathe again. I realized that no one would find us here, and with that thought came an overwhelming sense of safety that felt foreign yet deeply welcome.When Dominic returned from his outing, I was taken aback by the sight of him lugging in bags of groceries and supplies. I hadn’t expected such a thoughtful gesture; it was a surprise that set
But every wonderful moment seemed to have an ending. As much as I don’t want to go home yet, Dominic was the one who told me he should send me back a day ahead before Harold comes home.I understand that it would become rather suspicious if I were nowhere to be found when Harold returns. Not that he would care in a sense of jealousy, but I believe it would be because he would rather much want to find out further flaws to use up against me so that he could force me to sign the divorce papers.The drive back to the pack house was filled with a tense silence that hung in the air between Dominic and me. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into a green haze as we sped down the winding road. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that crept in, a reminder of all that was at stake. “You need to head early,” Dominic said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but I could sense the underlying tension. “We can’t be seen together, Elisse. It’s too risky.”I nodded, my heart h
The tension in the room was suffocating. Harold stood across from me, his face twisted with a mix of anger and something else—was it desperation? My heart pounded in my chest as he shoved the divorce papers toward me, his voice low and threatening. “You will sign these, Elisse. Today. Right now.”“Harold, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t just sign away my life like this.”His eyes narrowed, and the cruel smile on his lips sent a chill down my spine. “You think you have a choice? You’re in no position to negotiate.”Just as I prepared to argue further, the door burst open, and in strode Dominic, flanked by the elders from the Alliance Pack. Their presence filled the room with an undeniable authority, and I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me. “What’s going on here?” one of the elders, an imposing figure with silver hair, demanded, his gaze shifting between Harold and me. “We were told there was an incident.”Harold’s demeanor shifted in an instant, tra
Days following that incident, Dominic guided me through the bustling streets of the city as he insisted to take me out for a quick breahter. The neon lights flickered like stars in the night sky, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was outside the oppressive walls of the pack house, and I could breathe freely.“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.“I have a little surprise for you,” Dominic replied, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “I noticed you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a while. I thought it was time you treated yourself to something new.”My heart fluttered at the thought. It was sweet of him, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of my limited funds and Harold’s tight grip on my finances. “You really don’t have to—”“I want to,” he interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. “You deserve to feel good about yourself, Elisse. Plus, we can’t have you running around in
The Next Day…I awoke early the next morning, determination surging through me. I had to act quickly. With Dominic’s help, I needed to gather evidence against Harold before he had a chance to strike again. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find it empty. The pack house was unusually quiet, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. “Good morning, Luna…” a sarcastic voice called from behind me, and I turned to see Leonor entering the room, her expression deceptively cheerful.“What are you doing here?” I replied cautiously, unsure of her intentions.“Did you sleep well?” she asked, her smile unnervingly bright.“Why do you care?” I shot back, crossing my arms.She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m just making conversation. You know, as your gammas, it’s my duty to ensure your well-being.”“You’re annoying, Leonor,” I replied, skepticism lacing my words. “Listen, I just wanted to remind you that I am watching your every move with beta Dominic.
He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. The dim light of his flashlight illuminated the sharp angles of his face, his expression fierce and unyielding. “This is not your fault, Elise. Whatever happened to Caleb, whatever choices he made, they’re his responsibility. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “But I—”“No,” Dominic interrupted, stepping closer. His free hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the tear that escaped. “You are not to blame for this. Do you hear me?”I nodded, unable to speak, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. For a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the confined space.“You’re not alone in this,” Dominic murmured, his voice softer now. “We’ll get through it together. I promise.”The moment lingered, his words settling over me like a warm blanket against the cold fear gnawing at my insides. But th
The air in the cave grew impossibly heavy, every breath I took scraping like sandpaper against my lungs. The voice, low and chilling, reverberated in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stranger who had stepped from the shadows.It was Caleb.He was supposed to be dead.Dominic’s flashlight beam fixed on him, the light reflecting off his pale, angular features. His once-kind eyes now glinted with something cruel and unfathomable. He wasn’t just alive—he was thriving in the darkness, as though the years had forged him into something colder, harder.“Caleb?” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “How—?”His lips curved into a thin smile. “Surprised to see me, Elise? I’d imagine you would be, considering you left me for dead.”“That’s not true!” I shot back, my voice breaking with shock and confusion. “We thought you were gone. We searched for you—”“Save your lies,” Caleb interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. “You moved on. Just like that. And now, here you are, wrap
The respite didn’t last long. The faint light of dawn began to filter through the canopy of trees, and with it came the weight of what lay ahead. Dominic and I stood side by side, our gazes fixed on the horizon where the enemy's stronghold awaited.He adjusted the bandage on his arm, wincing slightly. “We need to move before they regroup. If they track us here, we’ll lose our advantage.”I nodded, though my mind lingered on the fleeting tenderness we had just shared. It felt fragile, like something that might shatter under the weight of our mission. Still, the memory of his kiss was a flame I carried with me, warming the cold edges of my resolve.As we made our way through the dense forest, the silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. Dominic’s presence beside m
The air hung thick with tension, the portal’s residual energy crackling like static around us. Dominic’s chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, his blade still glowing faintly as he scanned the shadows for any sign of further danger.“Who was that?” I whispered, my voice trembling.He turned to me, his jaw clenched, and hesitated before responding. “A harbinger. They’re messengers of the order, and their appearance means we’re out of time.”“Out of time for what?” I pressed, the weight of his words settling uncomfortably in my chest. “You need to stop keeping things from me, Dominic. I need to know what’s happening.”Dominic sheathed his blade with a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, his usual calm facade cracking. “There’s a prophecy,” he admitted reluctantly. “One that speaks of a being with the power to tear down the veil between worlds—or strengthen it forever. That being... is you.”The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “Me?” I echoed, my voice barely audible. “
The tremors grew stronger, the rumbling sound deepening into a deafening roar. Dominic’s hand found mine, his grip firm and steady, but his face betrayed the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.“Elise, stay close to me,” he commanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the chaos. “No matter what happens, don’t let go.”Before I could respond, the ground beneath us cracked, a jagged fissure snaking its way toward us with unnatural speed. A gust of cold wind erupted from the rupture, carrying with it an eerie, otherworldly chill that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.Out of the shadows, figures began to emerge—tall, cloaked beings with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me. They moved silently, their presence heavy and suffocating, as though the air itself recoiled from their existence.“Dominic...” My voice was barely above a whisper, my chest tight with fear.“I see them,” he replied, his tone grim. He stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. “This is wh
The chamber trembled as the scenes began to take on a life of their own, flickering like a projection on unstable film. Dominic gripped my hand tighter, his knuckles white."Don't let go," he murmured, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.The image of Dominic in old-world attire shifted, and I realized the figure beside him—beside the other me—was a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall, dark, and imposing, his presence radiating an ominous energy.“Who is he?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes away.Dominic’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know,” he said, though his tone betrayed uncertainty.The mocking man stepped closer, his smirk widening. “Ah, but he does,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Don’t you, Dominic?”“I don’t play your games,” Dominic growled, his tone deadly.The figure chuckled, the sound echoing unnaturally. “Oh, but this isn’t a game. This is the truth you sought.”The scene shifted again, faster this time, flashes of moments I couldn’t place. A roaring fire.
The shadows closed in around me, suffocating and endless. My pulse thundered in my ears as the figure disappeared, leaving me in the void. My heart ached with the sudden absence of Dominic, the strength of his presence now replaced with a cold emptiness.“Dominic,” I whispered, my voice trembling.Just as panic threatened to consume me, the darkness gave way to a faint glow. It was dim at first, like a flicker of a candle, but it grew steadily brighter until I could make out my surroundings.I stood in a meadow bathed in soft, golden light. The air smelled of wildflowers, the breeze warm and comforting. And there, just a few steps away, stood Dominic.“Dominic!” I cried, rushing toward him.He turned at the sound of my voice, and relief washed over his face. Before I could reach him, he closed the distance between us, pulling me into his arms.“Elise,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re safe.”I clung to him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I thought I
Dominic instinctively stepped in front of me, his sword raised. The doppelgänger let out a low chuckle, her red eyes gleaming with a mix of mockery and malice.“Oh, Dominic,” she said, her voice eerily identical to mine but laced with venom. “Always so protective. But tell me—how will you protect her from herself?”I stared at her, my heart pounding. “Who are you?”She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. “I’m you, Elise. Or rather, the part of you you’ve been so desperate to deny.”“That’s not possible,” I whispered, though the crackling energy in the air told me otherwise.“Possible?” she sneered. “You’re standing in a realm where time bends, shadows walk, and your power defies reality—and you question what’s possible?”Dominic’s grip on his sword tightened. “Whatever game this is, it ends now.”The doppelgänger’s smile widened. “You’re welcome to try, knight.” She lifted a hand, and the air around us thickened. Shadows coalesced into twisted forms, circling us like predators closing
As we crossed the threshold into the chasm, a bone-deep chill seeped into my body. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying whispers that I couldn’t quite decipher. Each step forward felt heavier, as if the darkness itself was trying to hold us back.Dominic kept my hand firmly in his, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold that surrounded us. Celeste walked ahead, her staff glowing faintly with a protective light that pushed back the encroaching shadows.“This place is alive,” she murmured, her voice tense. “The shadow’s essence is everywhere. Stay close, and whatever you do, don’t listen to the whispers.”I glanced at Dominic, who gave me a reassuring nod. His grip tightened, silently promising that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.The ground beneath us shifted, and the faint light from Celeste’s staff illuminated jagged rocks and veins of an eerie, pulsating red substance. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, like a thousand voices speaking at once. My head throbbed a