“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
Elise felt like she couldn’t breathe. The moment the large oak doors to the hall were opened and she stepped into the room, the whole place and crowd went immediately quiet. Her silver-lined gown shone across the room, hugging her body in all the right curves of her frame, with crystals lined from top to bottom of the dress. The crystals matched the pieces framed to her perfectly curled locks. The form-fitting off-shoulder dress lay delicately on her dainty shoulders; the hand-tile of the first mermaid dress hugged all her curves with the split by the side, riding up to her thighs to show off her exquisite skin. “You can do this,” she assures herself as she walks into the room with her head held up high, even as the whispers begin to erupt. Some stared at her in awe and envy or intrigue, while a large number of the wolves began to look at her with so much contempt and distrust. Knowing that they had all heard what transpired between her and Alvira, they must think that
Elise's POV Pregnant; Alvira is pregnant. It all felt like a sick joke when she said those words. I felt something twisted rise in me as my gut clenched, but I forced the bile back down. Even as I tried to pinch the nerve between my hands to make me feel something, I still felt numbing regret all over my body. The cheers around the room erupted in celebration of her announcement loud enough that it made me feel deaf from it. It Felt like I was trapped in time as the cheers reduced to whine noise, and for a second my gaze zeroed in on Rygan then to Alvira who grin widens from the crowd. Not only did she invite me to the rites ball to be seen as the villain who pushed her, she called to announce her pregnancy and show that she had really won. She had everything I wanted. And I was nothing compared to her. Nothing. I tried to smile, but I just couldn’t, nor could I meet the gaze of pity on my friends that surrounded me. My hands were bound into fists, digging into my skin, b
Elise felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath her feet. Her body felt sore all over, and an overwhelming stench tickled at her nostrils. The groggy feeling and dry taste from her parched lips as she opened her eyes made her immediately squint when she saw the movement of a bonfire in her eyesight. She had no idea that she had been knocked out for a whole day. It was her fault, she let her guard down back at the party and now she’s been taken to moon knows where. She shoots up in an upright position but found that she was unable to move her hands freely. She saw herself tied to a tree while a group of over a dozen men conversed around a fire, all cheering and drinking into reckless abandon. One whiff of them and Elise had never had an encounter with such a scent; these were not the same men that attacked and took her earlier; these were humans. She could tell by the awed look in their gaze that they had never seen a wolf before. “Oi, the girls are awake,” the men