FERRIS’ POVAt the council chamber, I sat at the head of the table, tapping my fingers on it to distract myself. My expression was carefully neutral. Around me, the council members sat, looking at each other with uneasy expressions on their faces.Elder Marcus stood at the far end. His hands were fo
ELISE'S POVThe air turned to ice in my lungs as I faced him. Assassin. No question about it. Every muscle locked up—fight or flight short-circuited into pure freeze-frame terror.Then he flicked his wrist.Fire bloomed in his palm."Oh, come on!" I dove behind an upturned table as flames roared past. Heat seared my back through the wood. "Since when do assassins do magic tricks?"No answer. Just another fireball forming in his scarred hands. I rolled right as it shattered the table behind me. Splinters peppered my jacket.I stayed low, gripping the knives in my pockets. "Look, buddy, I don't even know who you—"Another fireblast cut me off. My sleeve caught flame. I slapped it out, coughing. "Rude."The bastard still hadn't spoken. Just kept advancing, fingers crackling with fresh heat. My wolf bristled under my skin, all fangs and fury.Bad news: I was five months pregnant. Worse news: This guy didn't care."Fine." I surged upright as his next fireball left his fingertips. "Let's da
ELISE’S POVI stared at the man before us. His body was restrained. His face was bruised and swollen due to the beating Farrell and Henry had given him, yet I could see a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He looked at us like he had already won. He sat in the chair, bound with thick chains. His pants
FERRIS’ POVJoan entered the roomShe bowed her head at me. “You summoned me, Alpha?”Before I could respond, an elder spoke up “You were seen with Elder Marcus late at night. In your room. Alpha Ferris himself bore witness to this.”The other council members murmured among themselves. Joan’s eyes w
ELISA'S POV The morning sunlight seeped into the room through the windows. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts were all jumbled up. Two years. It had been two years since I married Alpha Jackson of the Midnight Pack, and in all that time, I had never felt truly loved. My wolf, Li
ELISA'S POV I looked at Gina in disbelief. I couldn't believe what was happening. The worst part was that Jackson believed every word she said. He glared at me like I was the devil. "That's not true!" I shouted. Jackson acted like he didn't hear me. He checked on Gina’s supposed injuries, askin
ELISA'S POV As soon as the words left my mouth, the room fell silent. It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. I took in the looks on all their faces. Even Gina looked surprised. The shocked expressions on everyone's faces told me they hadn't expected this outburst or my words. I was surp
My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the man. He was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. The word 'handsome' didn't do him any justice. He was straight up gorgeous. I couldn't believe he was real. He looked like he just stepped out of a magazine. He had brown hair tied in a bun,
FERRIS’ POVJoan entered the roomShe bowed her head at me. “You summoned me, Alpha?”Before I could respond, an elder spoke up “You were seen with Elder Marcus late at night. In your room. Alpha Ferris himself bore witness to this.”The other council members murmured among themselves. Joan’s eyes w
ELISE’S POVI stared at the man before us. His body was restrained. His face was bruised and swollen due to the beating Farrell and Henry had given him, yet I could see a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He looked at us like he had already won. He sat in the chair, bound with thick chains. His pants
ELISE'S POVThe air turned to ice in my lungs as I faced him. Assassin. No question about it. Every muscle locked up—fight or flight short-circuited into pure freeze-frame terror.Then he flicked his wrist.Fire bloomed in his palm."Oh, come on!" I dove behind an upturned table as flames roared past. Heat seared my back through the wood. "Since when do assassins do magic tricks?"No answer. Just another fireball forming in his scarred hands. I rolled right as it shattered the table behind me. Splinters peppered my jacket.I stayed low, gripping the knives in my pockets. "Look, buddy, I don't even know who you—"Another fireblast cut me off. My sleeve caught flame. I slapped it out, coughing. "Rude."The bastard still hadn't spoken. Just kept advancing, fingers crackling with fresh heat. My wolf bristled under my skin, all fangs and fury.Bad news: I was five months pregnant. Worse news: This guy didn't care."Fine." I surged upright as his next fireball left his fingertips. "Let's da
FERRIS’ POVAt the council chamber, I sat at the head of the table, tapping my fingers on it to distract myself. My expression was carefully neutral. Around me, the council members sat, looking at each other with uneasy expressions on their faces.Elder Marcus stood at the far end. His hands were fo
ELISE'S POVI couldn't believe the sight in front of me. I had to stop myself frim throwing up. My pregnancy hormones mixed with the horrible sight in front of me made me nauseous. Who could have done this? There was definitely something bigger at play here. The image before me burned itself into
ELISE’S POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall, lost in though.Farrell sat beside me. Nayla nuzzled against my leg. The cub had grown attached to me. she looked up at with those wide eyes of hers as if she knew something was wrong.“Are you okay?” Farrell asked.“I’m fine,” I
FERRIS’ POVWith anger in my veins, I walked toward Joan’s room. I was seething due to everything the maids had told me. The audacity of that woman—making new rules about removing Elise’s things, as if she had the authority to erase Elise from the palace, from my life. My teeth ground together. Joan
FERRIS’ POVThe doors to the palace crashed open as I stormed inside. My blood was boiling, and my fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles cracked. Farrell. That bastard.How dare he speak about Elise that way?The words still rang in my ears, taunting me. Mocking me. I should’ve ripped his throa
The moment Ferris left the house, I watched him with satisfaction. His jaw was tight, and his hands were curled into fists by his sides. I could feel the anger radiating off him. But there was something in the way his shoulders slumped slightly as he reached his car. He looked... defeated. As if som