CHAPTER 51DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE MEI didn’t care how fast I was running—trees blurred past, wind slashing at my skin, but all I could hear was her shallow, broken breathing. Elena’s body felt too light in my arms, too still, and her skin, gods, it was burning hot, blistered, raw, and pale as snow.“Elena, stay with me,” I rasped, my voice cracking as I tightened my grip, her head slumped against my chest, her pulse weak under my thumb. I didn’t care about the searing pain on my hands or arms from holding her scorched skin, I didn’t care that my own flesh was screaming—I only cared about her.My wolf was going wild, howling in my head, thrashing and furious. I burst through the healer’s gates, nearly tearing them off the hinges, and Beatrice was already there, like she felt it in her soul.“What happened?!” she cried, rushing over.
CHAPTER 51HER SCREAM WAS MY SYMPHONYLisa's Point Of ViewThe wind was calm, almost too calm, as if it had paused to bear witness to my rage.From behind the thick trees that lined the lake, I watched them—Elena and Liam. Curled up together on that damn blanket like the world belonged to them.My fists clenched under my black cloak, nails digging into my palms.They were smiling.Laughing.My stomach churned with bile.They looked happy.The same Elena who should have been grieving Logan… the same Elena who promised to mourn him… was now wrapped in another man’s arms. Her mate’s arms. Like my husband’s death was just a mild inconvenience in their little fairytale.I tightened the hood over my head and stepped further behind the trunk, hidden in the shadows, my breathing sha
CHAPTER 49SPOIL ME, PRINCESS STYLEThe morning sun filtered gently through the silk curtains of the room, painting soft gold across the white sheets tangled around our bodies. My skin still burned from everything we shared last night—bruised, kissed, worshiped. I could still feel Liam in every inch of me, the ache delicious and warm, the kind that reminded you that you belonged to someone completely.I stirred slightly, expecting him to still be wrapped around me, but the bed beside me was cold. Empty.I frowned, blinking the sleep from my eyes as I sat up slowly. A soft rustle caught my attention, and then the door creaked open.Liam entered with a tray in hand—wooden, hand-carved, and beautifully balanced. On it sat a single white rose in a glass, a steaming mug of cinnamon cocoa, and a plate of stacked pancakes drizzled with syrup, berries artfully placed like he'd watched a cooking channel.“Elena,” he murmured, his voice low, lazy with affection. “Morning, sleepyhead.”I blinked
CHAPTER 49SAY IT, PRINCESSMy body obeyed without thinking.Chest to mattress, ass high in the air, I presented myself to him exactly how he wanted—how I wanted. I could still feel his release from moments ago dripping between my thighs, the ache of his rough possession humming through my bones like the aftershock of an earthquake.Behind me, the mattress dipped under his weight. I heard him—felt him—crawl closer. His heat ghosted over my skin before a sharp tug on my hair yanked my head back with just enough force to make me gasp.His lips brushed the shell of my ear, not soft, not gentle, but heated with a promise that made my insides clench.“You’re mine,” Liam growled, his voice low and ragged. “Aren’t you?”“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, Liam. I’ve always been yours.”“Say it again.”“I’m yours. Only yours.”A deep sound vibrated from his chest, something feral and claiming, and still… he didn’t enter me. Instead, his large hand moved down my spine, a soft, open-palmed stroke that contr
WRECK ME...PLEASEHis grip on both my wrists tightened as his other hand yanked my top over my head. With a hungry urgency, he palmed my breasts through my bralette, fingers pressing into the delicate flesh with an almost punishing intensity. He pushed deeper into my mouth, his tongue moved fiercely against mine, heat curling low in my belly as wetness bloomed in my panties.Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine—burning, possessive. His breath, hot and heavy, fanned across my cheek before his teeth grazed it, biting down just enough to make me shiver.Without warning, his head dipped and his mouth closed over my left nipple through the lace. The sudden bite made me gasp—a sharp mix of pleasure and pain exploding across my chest. His tongue traced circles, then flicked over the sensitive peak before his teeth found it again. I gripped handfuls of his hair, gasping as he moved to my other breast, giving it the same intoxicating torment. My thoughts dissolved into a fog—I couldn’t
Taking the U-turn, memories of Logan crashed into me like a wave. His face, his voice, his final words echoed relentlessly. I bit down hard on my lip to stop the sob building in my throat.> “Little one…”> “Please, Elena. I’m begging you to forgive me. I made a mistake. I was weak. But I never stopped loving you.”> “Don’t let me go. Please. I’ll do anything to make it right.”> “I loved you, Elena… Tell Liam he’s the better man. He won.”His last words—stuttered, broken—still rang in my ears before he went limp in my arms. I couldn’t save him. I watched him die. He died for me.My hands flew to my mouth as a violent sob ripped through me. I pressed my forehead against the wall, trembling, trying to ground myself in the cold.My heart throbbed painfully. I missed him… more than I could bear.> *‘Stop thinking of him like that! Stop your pitiful mourning!’*> Ivana snapped inside me, her voice sharp and unforgiving. She wasn’t just angry—she was furious. But how could I explain it to