Sebastian's POV My first instinct was to head to the forest—the same forest where I had seen Eleanor hunt those werewolf hunters before. I hoped that perhaps she had returned to that familiar spot, either to hunt again or to search for some hidden truth. With a determined heart, I set off into the forest, my senses on high alert.As I entered the forest, I began to carefully scan my surroundings for any sign of her. I focused all my energy, and soon I felt a strange, powerful change coming over me. My body started to shift. I could feel my muscles stretching and my limbs shortening. In a few moments, I was no longer a man—I had transformed into a wolf. Thick, black fur sprouted from my skin, and my eyes turned a bright, piercing yellow. My new ash-gray coat glistened in the sunlight, and I let out a mighty howl that echoed through the trees. I felt the wild, ancient power surge through my veins.Now, with my senses heightened, I set out to track Eleanor. I sniffed the air, catching t
Sebastian's POV I stood at the edge of the field, watching in wonder as Eleanor touched the dead grasses. With each gentle sweep of her hand, the brittle stalks softened and began to sway as if coming back to life. The moonlight glowed softly around her, a quiet sign of the blessing from the Moon Goddess. I felt a powerful surge of awe and admiration. In that moment, I realized just how much she had changed.In our past life, Eleanor had been ordinary. She never possessed any special powers—not even the ability to turn into a wolf. But now, everything was different. The Moon Goddess had gifted her with abilities I could hardly understand. I had never seen a werewolf who could heal a dying field or command the weather. Her strength, her drive, and her quiet courage captured my heart all over again.I knew I should have felt frightened or even intimidated by such power. I should worry about the danger it might bring if used against us. Yet, my feelings for her remained strong. Deep dow
Sebastian’s POVToday was the day I had been waiting for—the day I would finally make Eleanor mine. The grand wedding ceremony was set in the heart of our realm, surrounded by ancient forests and rolling hills that stretched endlessly. The sun shone brightly, casting golden rays upon the gathering, as if the heavens themselves were blessing our union. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. Every Alpha Lycan King from our realm and neighboring lands had gathered for this momentous occasion. Their presence was a testament to the importance of this marriage—not just for me, but for our entire kind. This was more than just a wedding; it was the merging of two great packs, a symbol of unity and power. As I stood at the altar, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo embroidered with gold thread, I felt my heart race with anticipation. The tuxedo fit perfectly, accentuating my strong frame, and the golden embroidery shimmered under the sunlight. Atop my head rested a diamond-encrusted cr
Eleanor's POV I woke up that morning feeling far from joyful. I had arrived at Sebastian's pack the night before, and after a long, sleepless night, I was met with a flurry of activity. A team of stylists, maids, and makeup artists crowded around me like a swarm of butterflies, all chattering excitedly. Their voices blended into a single, overwhelming hum that did little to calm my troubled mind.The hairstylist began working on my hair with gentle fingers, braiding and curling it into elaborate patterns. I watched as each twist and turn was carefully planned, transforming my hair into something that belonged in a fairytale. The makeup artist moved with practiced ease, lightly brushing color onto my cheeks and eyes, trying to hide the sadness I felt inside. The dressmakers helped me into my wedding gown—a beautiful white dress woven with gold and silver threads. It was a stunning work of art, a dress meant for a bride, but inside I knew that I was not the bride I was meant to be.I s
Eleanor's POV I stood before the mirror as the maids busied themselves with their careful work. They scattered rose petals and lavender around me, and gentle hands anointed my skin with fragrant oils. My hair was arranged in loose, graceful waves, and a delicate circlet studded with gemstones rested on my brow. I tried to see beauty in my reflection, but behind that soft exterior, my heart was heavy with bitter resentment.I was dressed in a sheer, flowing nightgown—a garment chosen by Sebastien himself. The fabric caressed my skin like a gentle whisper, making me feel, for a moment, like a true Luna bride. Yet even as I appeared elegant and serene, I could not shake the feeling that I was trapped in a role I had never wanted. I wondered silently what Sebastien was thinking. Did he feel true happiness, or was I just another conquest in his eyes? His words once promised love, but his actions in our past had spoken a louder truth—a truth that left me cold.It was too late now. The deci
Sebastain's POV I took a deep breath as I spoke, watching her carefully. Eleanor stood there, quiet and still, her gaze never leaving mine. I could see the storm of emotions as it swirled in her eyes—her uncertainty, her pain—but I knew that somewhere beneath all of it, there was something I could reach. Desire, perhaps. Or at least the softer side of her heart, though she had been hiding it deep within. Gently, I took her hand in mine, the touch almost reverent, and pulled her closer toward me. The tension in the air was palpable, yet I couldn't let go of the feeling that this moment, despite her reluctance, was right. It was the moment when we would truly become one. Finally, I leaned in, my lips meeting hers with a slow, passionate urgency. My heart raced, and for just a moment, time seemed to stand still. The softness of her lips was intoxicating, drawing me deeper into the kiss. I savored it, exploring the delicate curve of her mouth, the taste of her lips. Every touch, ever
Alicia's POV I couldn’t stand by and do nothing while everything changed around me. Sebastian had made his choice, and now it was my turn to act. I leaped to my feet, determination surging through my veins. I walked to my wardrobe and carefully chose a deep, red nightwear that made me feel both bold and mysterious. I put on a simple mask to hide my face and packed a small bag with only the essentials for the night. I didn't want anyone to know I was going out. Of course, Sebastian wouldn't know I was missing from the palace. All I needed was to leave unnoticed.With everything in place, I stepped out into the cool night air.Outside, the palace sparkled with bright lights and lively music. Laughter filled the air, but I could not let it distract me. I knew that inside, Sebastian and Eleanor were likely embracing the intimacy of their new marriage—a thought that filled me with both jealousy and anger. I climbed into my car and drove away from the palace, my destination set for Klaus’s
Sebastain's POV Before dawn, I woke slowly and turned to see Eleanor sleeping peacefully beside me. Her soft, bare skin was like a dream, and I found myself lost in the memory of the unforgettable night we had shared. Even in her sleep, the connection between us was clear.As morning broke, a strong sense of duty filled me. I felt responsible for her, and I vowed to protect her no matter what. I would not allow history to repeat itself—I would not let anyone hurt her like they had in our past. Nor would I be foolish to push her away again.My mind was already set on the task ahead. I needed to find out the truth about her mysterious past death. I was determined to discover who was responsible and make sure they would never come after her again. I planned to be proactive, to hunt down anyone who might pose a threat, and to stop them before they could cause any harm to the one I loved.I rose from the bed, changed into light, comfortable clothes, and quietly left our room. In the hallw
Sebastain’s POVI struggled to understand the chaos around me. Arrows whistled through the air from every direction, and I could not tell where they were coming from. My heart pounded as I tried to focus on my transformation into a wolf, but the pain from the arrows made it nearly impossible to concentrate.Looking up through the haze of pain, I saw the werewolf hunters emerging slowly from the trees. Their faces were twisted with anger and malice, and I could count at least thirty of them—perhaps even more. In that moment, I knew I was in grave danger.My wounds throbbed with each heartbeat, making it hard to move or think. Still, I knew I had to fight back. I mustered all my strength and focused on the deep, wild spirit inside me. Slowly, my body began to change. My muscles tightened, my senses sharpened, and I felt the call of my wolf nature rising within me.For a brief moment, the hunters paused. I saw fear flicker in their eyes as they realized I was no ordinary man. But their f
Eleanor’s POVI sat at my desk with the heavy, leather-bound book on mastering magic open before me. The soft light of a single candle illuminated the pages, and the words seemed to dance across the paper, revealing secrets I had never imagined. I was determined to learn and control the wild magic that coursed through my veins.I decided to start with the power of controlling the weather. The book instructed me to begin with a small amount of water and focus my energy on turning it into a cloud. I called for one of the maids to bring me a bowl of water. She arrived quietly, her eyes filled with curiosity as she asked, "Milady, is everything all right? It is the middle of the night." Handing me the cup, she waited for my reply."I'm just conducting an experiment," I said in a calm voice, though my heart raced a little. The maid looked skeptical, but she nodded and backed away slowly.I placed the bowl carefully on my desk and closed my eyes to focus my energy. I could feel the magic i
Eleanor’s POVMy heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me.There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.I spent hours in that quiet sanctuary, pouring over the pages of "Mastery of Magic." I took careful notes, practicing each technique as described. With every new lesson, I felt my powers grow a little stronger, a little more under my control.I knew that the journey ahead would be long, and that I still had much to learn. Yet, for the first time in weeks, hope shone through my doubts. Perhaps I could master my gifts, unravel the m
Sebastain's POV Lying in Alicia's bed, I felt a deep emptiness that I could not shake off. Even though Eleanor had often given me cold shoulders, being with her had felt special in its own way. With Alicia, however, everything felt hollow and unfulfilling. I regretted that I had left our shared room. In my anger, I had made a decision that now cost me dearly. I longed to return, but I knew I could not face Eleanor until I had done something to prove the depth of my love for her.That is why I turned my attention to the remaining werewolf hunters. Eleanor believed that she had already wiped them out, but I had uncovered evidence that some still lurked in the shadows. I was convinced that hunting them down would be the grand gesture needed to soften her heart. I hoped that by eliminating these threats, I could finally show her that my love was true and unwavering.Days slipped by without a word or a glimpse of Eleanor. She stayed hidden in our room, refusing to join me for meals or ans
Eleanor’s POVOn the third day, when he arranged yet another private dinner in our room, my frustration finally overcame me. I could no longer hide behind polite words or gentle smiles. In a burst of anger and sorrow, I lashed out, determined to force him to see that his gestures were only deepening the distance between us. I wanted him to leave me alone, to stop reminding me of a love that could never exist.My outburst worked. Sebastian’s eyes burned with fury, and he stormed out of the room without a word. I stood there in the sudden silence, feeling an unexpected pang of disappointment as he left. A small, hidden part of me had wished he would stay, to fight for a love that might have once been possible. But alas, Sebastian would always be Sebastian.I quickly pushed that feeling aside, reminded myself that Sebastien was never capable of true love, and I could not return feelings that were not meant to be. His love was a show—a collection of empty gestures that I could no longer
Sebastain's POV I stood beneath Eleanor’s window, my heart beating so fast I was sure everyone could hear it. I had arranged for a small group of musicians to play her favorite melody, hoping that the gentle notes would reach her heart and draw her near. As the soft music filled the cool night air, I called out, my voice shaking with emotion, “Eleanor, my love! Come down to me!”This felt new to me and it seemed I wasn't the one - no, this couldn't be Sebastian, standing like a swayed lover under the moon, calling out to a woman. But I knew I had always been a romantic. Duty had buried a lot of my persona.But instead of opening the window, she slammed it shut with a force that echoed through the quiet courtyard. The sharp sound left me feeling both hurt and disappointed. I was embarrassed. Still, I clung to the hope that one day she would see the love I carried for her deep within my heart.The very next day, I dedicated hours to creating a path of rose petals that stretched from ou
Sebastain's POV Before dawn, I woke slowly and turned to see Eleanor sleeping peacefully beside me. Her soft, bare skin was like a dream, and I found myself lost in the memory of the unforgettable night we had shared. Even in her sleep, the connection between us was clear.As morning broke, a strong sense of duty filled me. I felt responsible for her, and I vowed to protect her no matter what. I would not allow history to repeat itself—I would not let anyone hurt her like they had in our past. Nor would I be foolish to push her away again.My mind was already set on the task ahead. I needed to find out the truth about her mysterious past death. I was determined to discover who was responsible and make sure they would never come after her again. I planned to be proactive, to hunt down anyone who might pose a threat, and to stop them before they could cause any harm to the one I loved.I rose from the bed, changed into light, comfortable clothes, and quietly left our room. In the hallw
Alicia's POV I couldn’t stand by and do nothing while everything changed around me. Sebastian had made his choice, and now it was my turn to act. I leaped to my feet, determination surging through my veins. I walked to my wardrobe and carefully chose a deep, red nightwear that made me feel both bold and mysterious. I put on a simple mask to hide my face and packed a small bag with only the essentials for the night. I didn't want anyone to know I was going out. Of course, Sebastian wouldn't know I was missing from the palace. All I needed was to leave unnoticed.With everything in place, I stepped out into the cool night air.Outside, the palace sparkled with bright lights and lively music. Laughter filled the air, but I could not let it distract me. I knew that inside, Sebastian and Eleanor were likely embracing the intimacy of their new marriage—a thought that filled me with both jealousy and anger. I climbed into my car and drove away from the palace, my destination set for Klaus’s
Sebastain's POV I took a deep breath as I spoke, watching her carefully. Eleanor stood there, quiet and still, her gaze never leaving mine. I could see the storm of emotions as it swirled in her eyes—her uncertainty, her pain—but I knew that somewhere beneath all of it, there was something I could reach. Desire, perhaps. Or at least the softer side of her heart, though she had been hiding it deep within. Gently, I took her hand in mine, the touch almost reverent, and pulled her closer toward me. The tension in the air was palpable, yet I couldn't let go of the feeling that this moment, despite her reluctance, was right. It was the moment when we would truly become one. Finally, I leaned in, my lips meeting hers with a slow, passionate urgency. My heart raced, and for just a moment, time seemed to stand still. The softness of her lips was intoxicating, drawing me deeper into the kiss. I savored it, exploring the delicate curve of her mouth, the taste of her lips. Every touch, ever