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
ELISE'S POV I made my way out of the woods with Marco’s words echoing in my mind. He had asked me to leave with him, to walk away from all of this—away from Ferris. I knew why he wanted me to go. I could see the fire in his eyes every time he looked at me, the way his fingers would linger on my sk
ELISE'S POV I woke up to the soft sound of Ferris breathing beside me. For a moment, I lay there, soaking in the warmth of his body against mine. His arms were wrapped around me, just as they had been when we fell asleep. I missed this—waking up next to him, feeling his presence so close. It felt l
That sent a wave of warmth through me. I felt special—like I was the only one who truly knew him. The only one who got to see him like this, vulnerable and carefree. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised, reluctantly pulling away and standing up. “Try not to start any more pillow fights while I’m gone.”