Rygan couldn’t do it anymore; he couldn’t hide the fact of his feelings that burned so strong—the way his wolf yearned, the way his eyes always followed her when she was in the room—and he knew now he wanted Elise. He craved her presence so much that he could practically still taste her on his tongue as he walked back to his chambers. He had told Elise of his promise to break the engagement, and he was going to do just that. Rygan was in deep thought as he marched to his chambers. He paused in his step the moment he was about to open the door. His nose had twitched from the scent of a familiar she-wolf that he could sense in his room. He knew that it was Alvira. “Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered, choosing that he’d break the engagement since she was conveniently in his chambers. He walked in to see Alvira sitting outside the large balcony joined to his chambers. “Alvira,” he started. “Remember when the four of us—I mean, five—used to run around the hills, having n
Rygan's POV My head throbbed like a sore blow Taz gives from a sparring gone wrong. One moment, I was lost in a blissful dream with Elise, finally free from Alvira's clutches. We'd spent the night tangled in a joyous mess, whispering promises of forever from our lovemaking. Now, a suffocating dread coiled in my gut. A scent, not the familiar lavender that usually lingered by my side, jolted me awake. Panicked, I scrambled away from the warm weight on my chest. A peek to my side revealed Alvira, sprawled naked across my bed. The mix of our scents in the air confirmed the horrifying truth. "What the hell is this?" I choked out, fury battling disbelief. A ghost of a smile played on Alvira's lips as she stretched. "Good morning, Alpha." Before she could reach for me, I snarled, "Don't you dare." Her smile faltered.now her face forms into one of a cold and brutal seductionist ready to trap her prey. "Why the sudden coldness, Rygan? We had a wonderful night," she purred reach
*Don't you touch me!* Elise exclaimed, and Rygan was more than shocked to hear her voice echo to him telepathically. “You are a telepath, but how...” Rygan let out in awe, for a moment distracted from the situation in the first place, until Elise growled at him. “You think I give a shit about what powers I have right now, Rygan?” She huffed out, her eyes teary, as she pulled her hands away from his reaching hold. “You are such a lying jerk, Rygan. I should have known you were lying last night; all those promises meant nothing to you at all," Elise replied bitterly. Her body trembled from anger. Her eyes were wet with tears, and an indescribable feeling burned in her. Rygan tried to reach his hands out for her, but she took two steps back. “Elise, please, that isn't what happened. I just can't.” “Then explain to me...why did you sleep with Alvira?” She questioned him, and Rygan froze on the spot as he watched her eyes water. “Love, listen to me,” he called, marching forwa
“I will tell you everything that I can,” Elise starts. "Yes, I do have powers, but I am still confused about my abilities, and I cannot trust anyone so easily... I'm terrified even by the thought of them seeing me like a freak, just like my father and Kyren.” "—shh,” Vienna cut her off. “You can explain to me at your own pace; I promise you that you are safe. And I will not judge you,” she assures. The strong will in her encouraging gaze made Elise's heartbeat calmer. She nods in understanding before following the healer into a warmer space, where the dark wood floors match the large brown stone fireplace. Vienna then leads her to an L-shaped sofa with two comfy armchairs beside it. She takes a seat on the soft couch while Vienna rushes to the stove by the kitchen, to place a warm cup chamomile tea, with its calm scent that wafts aruond the room, which she positions on the table to warm Elise up. She urges Elise to take a sip that calms her nerves before she mutters, "Where
(Somewhere in the Blood Moon Pack) . . . “You should have just let her be,” Kaide says. The moment Rygan returns from talking to Elise, he stops in his tracks. A vein filled with irritation pops with furrowed brows, he turns to his beta. “Not until I can explain myself.” “And then what? Rygan, you are betrothed to Alvira; hell, you were together last night; the whole town knows that, especially the way she flaunts it around, and everyone is looking forward to the mating ceremony that had been pushed back because of your imprisonment.” “I will do something about it; I will,” he assures. “That will only bring dishonor to Elise, and you know it. Everyone will assume the enemy pack daughter hatched the plan to snag the most powerful alpha king from his mate. They will hate her, and some still question who she is. It will not be long before they know her real identity, and now you speak of having her by your side?” Kaide hisses with a furious tone. His nose flares, and hi
His kiss was intoxicating. A primal heat flared within Elise, warring with the voice of reason in her head. She tried to resist, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. But Rygan's touch ignited a wildfire in her senses, a yearning she couldn't explain. Each brush of his lips, each graze of his hand, sent a jolt through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue a forceful exploration. It was a clash of dominance and surrender, a dance between control and raw desire. Her mind swam, consumed by the intoxicating scent of pine needles and earth that clung to him, a scent uniquely Rygan and utterly captivating. A whimper escaped her lips as his hand traced a path down her spine, sending shivers cascading over her skin. Her nipples hardened, aching with a sensitivity she'd never known. His touch was a brand, a searing claim that sent a delicious wave of panic and exhilaration through her. "Rygan," she breathed, her voice tremblin
Alvira! Come on, wake up!” Rygan panicked as he shook her unconscious frame. Elise stood atop the steps and watched in horror at the situation. There was no coming back from this, especially since the servants believed that she was the one who pushed her. And worse, she was bleeding out and unconscious on the floor. Rygan quickly picked the petite female’s frame up, and he gave one last look to Elise, who tried her hardest to send a message down the bond: *I didn’t do it, I did not push her, Rygan, you have to believe me* Rygan's distraught face had calmed as he read Elise’s features, seeing the desperation and truth in them. He rushes up the mansion stairs in fast strides with Alvira in his arms. “Get the healers now!” He called the servants who watched. The servants immediately called for Vienna and an older healer from the Beddor clan, who, in a few minutes, were already at the moon house; the guest room was vacant and ready for Alvira to be attended to. Elise, even as
Elise's POV It wasn’t a coincidence that Alvira wanted me at the party; it seemed too obvious that she had something planned for me. But I could place a finger on what she was really playing at . I couldn’t even bring myself to decline, but when all the elders were looking at me with so much judgment and hate for harming their most precious she-wolf, of course, I had to accept. Especially since more harm was already done to my little reputation, the servants and other wolves looked at me with so much contempt for hurting Alvira when I didn’t do it at all. The day of the rites ball came, and I was in my chambers, pacing up and down as I watched the sun go down.and so did my confidence I had earlier to face Alvira and the whole pack. I was so lost in thought that I couldn’t care less if I caught a cold from how damp my hair still was as I walked out to the small balcony on the edge of my room. The sunset looked elegant—the only peaceful thing in my life right now. I heard