FERRIS' POV The ball was everything I had expected it to be—grand, extravagant, and yet, completely bland. It was an event made for those who thrived on shallow displays of wealth, but not for someone like me. The room was filled with people pretending to be more important than they were. It was a
ELISE'S POV I 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 rest
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 l
ELISE'S POV After 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 cl
JACKSON'S POV I 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
ELISE'S POV I 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,
GINA'S POV I 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 awa
FERRIS' POV I 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,