Elise watched from a distance as Newman's estate went up in flames, and as much as she’d like to kill Alvira there and then, what difference would she be from her monstrous ex-father if she took that small girl's mother away? No one deserved that trauma. “Mom? You ok?” Ethan says in her hands as he tugs on her shirt; she responds by holding him tightly in her arm and nodding to assure him; she then takes them to the garage of the large house, stealing one of the cars that was easily accessible because of the chaos. She steeled herself, nodding her head and assuring her son as she took Ethan to the back seat, covering him up with a clean cloth before she got into the front seat, turning on the ignition of the car, and watching the engine roar to life. The only reason she knew how to drive was that Hayden had helped her learn how; she could still recall how she drove into a ditch the first time she tried and how much he laughed; every memory of him hurts. “I’m ok, baby... I will
“You...you’re the one that planned everything, how could I have been so blind?” she mutters under her breath in realization. “Stop everything right this instant!” Elise muttered with a fiery focus as she climbed down the steps of the courtyard. Whispers fill the whole crowd when they peer at the voice and see it’s their Luna. The whole pack erupts in shock, like they have just seen a ghost. She walks into the crowd, her clothes battered with blood and torn, showing the struggles she's been through while she keeps her son Ethan tucked by her side. Holden’s eyes widened in horror when he saw Elise gaze dead set on him as she took fast strides up the altar. “You? How? You are supposed to be dead,” Holden muttered in terror as he swallowed a gulp of nervousness. He had immediately ordered guards to block her from coming close to him as Elise was about to lunge for him. “What you wished never came true, you monster!” She snarled at him, but Holden scoffed out in fake disbelief, h
Holden had made sure to keep his distance, and she was sure the bastard was plotting behind the scenes. Elise pushed herself to be patient, and no matter how much she wanted to snap his neck off, she needed to wait for the trial. So Elise immersed herself in Hayden’s mourning; even though she was the Luna and leader of the pack, she was his wife, and in Calhan tradition, the wife must wear black for those 20 days of mourning. But for her, it was a countdown to taking Holden down. And right now Elise's soul felt as black as the clothes donned on her, but instead of the dark colors dampening Elise's shine, she reveled in it, her aura strong and deadly when she dressed in the mourning attire. She wore a slim black dress lined to her curved bodice, and she had a dark veil over her head when in public to show she was mourning, but that didn’t stop her from helping the pack and attending to her duties where needed. It was a welcomed distraction. She could tell there was a change i
“Let them in, quickly,” she orders the guard. They bow in response, surprised to see that this was the first time their Luna's eyes had lit up since the weeks she’d been cooped up in the palace. They quickly nod as they head out. Elise couldn’t contain her excitement over seeing her best friend she hadn’t seen in over three years. Yet she couldn’t help feeling her nerves had begun to eat her, wondering if Vienna hated her for not ever reaching out to her in three years; she wondered if their relationship wouldn’t be the same as it was. She swallows a breath when they are announced. She bites her lips and layers a hand over her skirt, nervously straightening it like she wasn’t the Luna of a powerful pack but a young, naive child. She thought she could stay strong, but the moment she saw that familiar brunette, tears ran down her cheeks. Vienna did the same as tears rolled from the healer's eyes: “El!” She muttered with a whimper, her eyes raking over Elise, as she could barely
The day of the trial finally arrived, and Elise felt her nerves build up. She nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze darting across the room as she paced around, finally being able to wear something else than her usual black attire made for a mourning Luna. This time she chose a striking green silk dress, her aura dark as poison ivy, ready to strike. She planned to fight Holden with everything she had until he confessed the truth to the pack. She stiffened when she heard her name called before turning to the large doors that opened, striding into the court. All her subjects paused at her entrance, her eyes cold and stoic as she passed all the elders who bowed slightly to her. It wasn’t a shock to her that the number of Elders who didn’t like her never agreed to her succession and were always on the verge of fighting their king for her legitimacy when she first arrived. But now they had the ultimate chance to screw her over; she could tell by the smirks and unreadable l
Holden feels his leg weaken in despair at the fact that there was no way out of this, he's been caught. The whole room peers at him with disgust and whispers passed around appalled that he could do that to his brother. Elise didn't recall that she was holding her breath throughout the whole ordeal until Holden's desperate voice rang throughout the room. “I didn’t mean to do it; she provoked me; it was my birthright, and they both got to enjoy it while I rotted in the darkness, but I didn’t mean for Hayden to die, I swear!” He pleads desperately. But his words didn’t move the elders; only disgust showed on their faces, some ridden with guilt that they had thought to even trust this monster. “You are a killer, and you don’t deserve anyone’s forgiveness; you lied, and you will pay for what you did to Hayden, Hayden who was kind and ready to sacrifice everything for the people he loved; this punishment isn’t even enough for you.” Elise says with a lone tear that runs down her
Rygan poured his yearning into the kiss, sweeping Elise off her feet as he backed them towards the bedside table by her drawers. Only the sound of her moans filled the chambers as he pushed deeper into her mouth, claiming everything single part of it. “Fuck..Rygan...wait..ngh,” she whimpered. She could barely think and barely breathe as he devoured her; each thrust and dance of his tongue set off colorful fireworks to her world. But Rygan didn’t stop even when he felt the weak grip of Elise's fingers on his shoulders. His lips pressed forward, and one lick of his hot flushed tongue had her brain going haywire as her hands trailed up and pushed into his dark locks. “Fuck..see what you do to me,” he muttered with a breathy grunt, his hands pushing to her waist before his heated tongue licked her lips again, asking for access, which she gave with a gentle moan. Rygan groaned from her silky heat, drinking in all her moans and cries. His hands reached down her skirt, feeling all
Elise felt mortification burn through her like a thousand suns; yet she felt her body flame up in arousal from the dream she just had. She didn’t know what was worse—the things that her head conjured up—the obscene things Rygan had done to her in her dreams, or the fact that her body reacted so wildly to his touch and that she liked it. Moons, she felt like she was going insane, with the way her body remembered his sensual touch from yesterday. He kissed her; his touch made her groan with lust for the alpha. But that dream alone had Elise blushing crimson red. She recalled that Rygan had crawled up the bed, peeling away her silk nightdress; his heated hands climbed to her waist as he flipped her over, feeling his heated breath on her aching sex before he kicked his lips. One lick alone had set her inside on fire, as Rygan licked her sex with his hot and heavy tongue. How his eye had then darkened, causing her body to clench tighter. She watched as he climbed on top of her, k