“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
“And I intend to make the queen mine," Rygan's voice crooned with a sensual promise. He saw Elise visibly swallow and quickly tried to turn away from him. "It seems like the drug is getting to you," she muttered, quickly dropping the towel back on the table. She felt his chest warm her back as she turned around to meet his gaze. Now they were inches away from each other, closer than ever, and could practically hear his every breath. Her eyes moved from his chin to his lips before they locked with his storm-grey eyes. They were so close, so damn close, that Elise, for a moment, lost her mind, but she put a hand between them, pushing at his chest. "We are outside," she whimpered, "you need to stop... I am Luna." "And I am yours," Rygan said without missing a beat. He had become shameless. Yet she could feel the tension; she could feel that rise in her heated core, that ache between her breasts, but she pushed that need back. She cleared her throat before she moved further aw
Elise finds herself in a forest, her clothes and hands once clean now stained with blood. She looks to her side to see her mom's body on the ground with her neck at an odd angle, broken beyond help. ‘Because you were so weak, your mother died because of your little wicked thing, and you can’t protect your people either.' She hears Kyren’s voice taunt her. “No, no, it wasn’t because of me, no!” “Don’t listen to him; don’t listen, El.” She hears another voice, this time familiar and soothing; she couldn’t see anyone else, but she knew it was Rygan's voice. “You are strong, Elise; you can fight this,” his voice urged her. Elise's eyes shoot open, her breath harsh from the dream as she feels Rygan's voice close to her. “El?” She turns to him this time, seeing his worry-filled gaze as his brows furrowed and his hand clasped tightly around hers. She looks at the unfamiliar surroundings and then recalls that she’d assigned her guards to take the wounded female to Abby’s clinic. S
They returned to the palace after Nora fell back asleep again; she couldn’t believe she’d gone for days with no food or water, relying only on her will to reach the Calhan pack. Rygan watched Elise from behind her stiff frame, her eyes bleak and empty with silence, not until his hand touched hers when she reached for the doorknob. *Will you be alright?* “I think so. I just need rest and time to think,” she assures him as she nods in understanding before letting her go into her chambers. His body itches to follow but turns away to his room. In his guest chambers, he busied himself signing papers and documents that Taz had sent to be approved. He busied himself for an hour or so before he turned to the windows to see the sky darken. Then rain begins to drizzle, and a crackling, loud snap of thunder shakes the sky as Rygan drops his pen. He recalls how thunder makes Elise feel about her mother, especially with what had happened earlier with Nora. He knew he needed to be by he