ELISE'S POV I couldn’t stop staring at him. Marco. The name echoed in my mind. It was him. It really was him. How could I have forgotten? The wavy dark hair, tall muscular build, dark green eyes - it felt like I just saw him yesterday when in reality, it had been years. The way he stood. His pre
FERRIS' POV The night air felt heavy against my skin as we moved silently through the forest. My men spread out behind me, moving quietly just like I'd trained them. I tried to focus on the task at hand, scanning the treeline for any sign of the attacker. The bastard had the nerve to ambush my pa
ELISE'S POV I was just about to slip into bed when I heard the rustling of the tent flap, followed by the sound of heavy boots. I looked up, startled. A tall, broad-shouldered woman stood in the doorway. I recognized her as one of the guards. "Lady Elise," she said in a low tone . "You have a
ELISE'S POV The next morning, I was up early. I adjusted the leather belt around my waist and stepped outside, breathing in the crisp fresh air. The camp was already bustling with activity—people chattering, tending to their horses, and preparing for another day in the wild. The sound of hooves thu
After about half an hour of riding in near silence, Marco finally spoke up. “You’re quiet today, Elise.” “I’m fine,” I replied, though even I didn’t sound convinced. He shot me a sideways glance. “Come on. I know you better than that. You’re not fine. Is it the Alpha?” I hesitated, not wanting to
ELISE'S POV As we rode back through the forest, I glanced at Marco, who was riding beside me. There was a lightness in his expression that mirrored how I felt—relaxed, content. We had a good time today. The thrill of the hunt, the quiet moments between chases, and even the laughter over silly mista
FERRIS' POV The laughter and chatter of the nobles got on my nerves. Most of them hadn't lifted a single finger during the hunt, but here they were, boasting and teasing each other with exaggerated stories. Their flattery was endless, their laughter too loud. It was a front—a way to get into my goo
MARCO'S POV I heard the wind rustling through the leaves, but all I could focus on was Elise, standing there, just a few feet in front of me. Her face was half-lit by the silver glow. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders and her eyes—those beautiful brown eyes I’d loved for as long as I co