ELISE'S POVI stood there, locked into Ferris's gaze. My heart raced at the sight of him. The warmth of his hands on my waist made me feel some type of way that I couldn't describe. I was glad to see him. My wolf did a happy dance inside me. His sweet scent filled my nose. It took every self restraint in me not to pull him close and sniff him. "Let's go now, love" he said. Ferris gently guided me toward the center of the dance floor. The room seemed to still around us. The crowd of people parted to let us through. As we passed, everyone bowed their heads in respect for Ferris. Right now, the people in the room didn't matter. All I could focus on was the feeling of his hand in mine.We took our place in the middle of the dance floor. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears.."Relax" Ferris said "I'm here" His words made me relax a little. I always felt safe and protected in his presence. As soon as we took our place, the orchestra shifted their tune. The music
ELISE'S POV A hand pulled me into a room. The adrenaline from my narrow escape still coursed through me. I braced myself to face whoever had pulled me into the room. My mind races with possibilities—maybe someone wanted to punish me for going to the ball. . When I finally gather the courage to lift my gaze, I was met with a familiar face - Lady Elena, Jackson's mother. “Lady Elena!” I exclaimed, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice. Her beautiful face broke into a smile, but she quickly raises a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. “Hush, child,” she whispered, glancing toward the door. She cocked her head to the side, listening for any signs of movement outside. “He’s still out there.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Of course, Jackson wouldn’t have given up so easily. The man was stubborn. He wouldn't stop until he caught me. We waited in silence for what felt like an eternity. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Finally, after what se
ELISE'S POVAfter leaving Lady Elena's room, I made my way to the grand hall where the ball was held. The warmth and comfort of Lady Elena’s sitting room had faded, replaced by the sad reality of the world outside her door—a world where I was no longer the Luna, but a maid who was given a job to clean up after the very people who once looked up to me. It was ironic really. As I approached the hall, I heard the clattering of dishes and the murmur of voices. The other maids were already at work, clearing away the remnants of the ball. I paused for a moment at the entrance , taking in the scene before me. The once luxurious looking room now seemed empty. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The other maids glanced up briefly as I entered, but they quickly returned to their tasks, too engrossed in their work to pay me much mind. I was grateful for that. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone anyway. I found my place among the others, grabbing a stack of dirty plates and beginning to
JACKSON'S POVI stood by the window, staring out at the palace grounds. My mind was elsewhere—back at the ball, where Elise had been.I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she had moved across the ballroom, graceful and poised. I had never seen her dance that gracefully before. Her gown was stunning and so was she. My heart twisted painfully in my chest as I recalled how she had danced with Ferris, how they had looked at each other intensely. Elise looked at him the way she used to look at me, even more so. They looked in love, and the thought of them being so close made my jaw tighten. I clenched my fists in annoyance. The memory of them together played over and over in my mind. I’d recognized her the moment she stepped on the dance floor, even though she was masked. Her scent, the way she carried herself, everything about her screamed Elise. I cursed under my breath. In that moment, I knew I would recognize Elise anywhere. It didn't matter what she wore or how well she tried
ELISE'S POVI drifted through vivid dreams in my sleep. Suddenly, my body became filled with warmth and my nerves felt alive with a kind of sensation I hadn't felt in a long time.I felt a touch against my skin. The touch was gentle and felt sweet, tracing patterns across my skin. I sighed softly, sinking deeper into the feeling, letting it wash over me.In my mind, it was Ferris, the one person who made me feel safe. The one man I desired and craved. My body and my wolf craved for him in ways I hadn't ever imagined before. I wanted him more than anything. I could almost see him. In my dreams, I envisioned his strong hands caressing me, his lips pressing against my skin in a way that made me feel whole again. I moaned his name. “Ferris…” I whispered softly. The touch became more intimate, more demanding. I arched into it, lost in the dream, letting myself go completely. It felt so good, so right. His hands moved over my body, tracing the curve of my breasts and squeezing my nipples
GINA'S POVI laid still in bed as I felt Jackson slip away from bed. still in the bed. My eyes remained closed, but I wasn’t asleep. I could hear his quiet movements, the soft rustle of clothes as he dressed. Something wasn’t right. His touch had been distant tonight. His mind was somewhere far away even while he was with me. The usual passion between us had been absent. He didn't even have an orgasm which was weird. My wolf stirred inside me, alerting me that something was wrong. It was unlike Jackson to leave in the middle of the night. had to know where he was going, what was pulling him away from me in the dead of night. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed and followed him. The hallway was dark as I moved silently behind him. I kept my distance, not wanting him to know I was behind him. He walked quickly down the hall. My stomach turned with dread when I realized where he was going. No… not her.I pressed myself against the wall as he approached Elise’s door, watching f
FERRIS' POVI sat in my study, seated in front of an analyst I had invited. I leaned back in my chair, watching as he went over Jackson's documents for the hundredth time. I invited him to help me prove that Jackson's documents were fake. "From what I've analyzed, Your Majesty," the analyst said, "these documents appear to be authentic. Every detail aligns perfectly with official records. No issues, no forgeries. Whoever prepared them did a flawless job."Flawless. The word taunted me in my mind. I knew that these documents were fake. Jackson had forged them carefully and found a way to cover his tracks. But there was no proof, no visible error to hold on to. "Thank you," I managed to say "I appreciate your thoroughness."The analyst stood up and bowed his head "It's my pleasure, Your Majesty. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to reach out."I forced a tight smile. "Rafael will see you out."Rafael, who had been standing by the door in his usual silent manner
HELEN'S POVI hurried down the palace hallway, heading for Gina's chambers. My heart raced in my chest as I moved. I was a little scared. I knew how late I was. If there was anything Gina hated, it was being late whenever she called. It was never a good thing with her. The very thought of her icy stare made me gulp in fear. The mere fact that she had summoned me so early already hinted at the kind of mood she was in, and arriving late would only make things worse.Finally, I reached the door to her room. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to prepare myself. I needed to be calm and composed. But no matter how many times I told myself that, the fear still gripped me tightly. She was the only one who knew.... Gina was the only one who knew my deepest secret and that knowledge gave her power over me. I knocked gently, then pushed open the door.“About time,” Gina snapped as soon as I entered. She was seated by her vanity, brushing her hair. “I’m so sorry, Gina. There was an i