Elara’s pov You thought you could flee Elara?"The voice froze me to the very place like ice on my flesh. My heart in my throat, my breath seized in my chest, I turned slowly. This could not be genuine. Not immediately. Not in this place.But he was right there. The man I had loved once, the man I had assumed to be dead.Seebastian. My voice broke. Not even could I identify it as mine. I could hardly keep my breath. "How... how can this be done? You are— ""I'm alive," he said, his dark, nearly predatory eyes flickering. And you have been under observation. Still waiting for the ideal opportunity.My head whirled, trying to make sense of the anarchy that was fast developing all around me. My whole planet has lately been upside down. The fundamental basis of what I knew was beginning to collapse as a ghost from my past entered my present.Leo's body stopped just next to mine. Tension coming from him was evident. Sebastian was someone he recognized, and I could sense his protective fee
Elara’s POVYou should have avoided me.The words fly through the air like a sword, cutting off all possibility for hope or uncertainty. The stranger fixed ice, pointed eyes on me, yet there was something deeper in those eyes that I could not identify."Who are you?," I insisted, back off but not staring away from the stranger. My pulse was beating, the tumult of the moment distorting my thinking. "What do you desire?"The stranger did not respond straight away. They simply stood there, coldly gazing at me that made me shudder down my spine. But there was something else—a flutter of identification in their demeanor that stopped my heart. This is someone... I know these people. Simply said, I couldn't find from whence."You truly do not remember me, Elara?” The voice sounded low, quiet, as though they were testing the waters and waiting for my answer.Fighting to retain my cool, I shook my head. My brain was whirling. Though I knew nothing about this individual, there was something abo
Elara’s pov What do you mean, brother??"Thick with uncertainty and doubt, the words hover like a storm cloud. My chest constricts as my brain tries to process what I have just heard; I cannot seem to breathe.Leo is standing next to me, his hands closed at his sides and his mouth tightened. Though he is attempting to remain composed, I can sense strain in his eyes. His protectiveness is evident, but it's anxiety rather than just rage. And everything points right to me.The stranger—my so-called brother—steps slowly and deliberately toward me. His gentle, almost sad eyes suggest that he is waiting for me to digest this insight."I realize this is a lot to take in," he adds softly, "but it's the truth. Elara, your brother here is me. Over all this time, I have been looking over you.I shake my head, attempting to clear the mist of incredulity obscuring my judgment. No, this does not make logical. In what ways may you be my brother? I have not even heard of you.He seems hurt for a min
Elara’s POV“You have to trust me, Elara, or we’re both dead.”Leo's voice is sharp, and his firm hold on my arm suggests that the words by themselves will ground me. Right now, nothing feels firm though. My heart is pounding, my mind whirling, trying to make sense of it all. Everything I have known is falling apart; it feels as though I have nothing to hang onto as I stand on the brink of a precipice.His focused stare searches my eyes as though he is asking me to grasp. Still, I do not. Not able to. This goes beyond merely depending on him now. This covers what I knew—my mother, my father, Dmitri. Every bit of it is a lie.My voice quakes, just a whisper. "How can I believe anyone these days, Leo?" How then? Following all of this? Father has been working with them all along. How could mother not tell me?Leo's countenance softens momentarily as he tries to calm me by stroking across my knuckles with his thumb. "I understand Elara, this isn't simple. You have to trust me even though
Elara's POV As the tension between us intensifies, Leo's breath seems harsh against my skin and his body seems hotter. Though my heart beats at a furious pace, I cannot look away from him. This man, this frightening, erratic energy, captures me emotionally as much as physically.Leo says, "Elara," low and raw, "you're playing a dangerous game."I ought to back off. Should advise him to cease—that is, to stop everything. I cannot, though. I refuse to.I swallow and my throat dries. "You believe I am ignorant of that?" Though I try to steady it, my voice trembles. "I already live too deep."The moonlight washes across the room, silvery glowing his face, and for a moment he seems softer, almost vulnerable. Still, that's only an illusion. Under that mask of frigid control, a man would burn the earth to fulfill his desires."What are you ready to gamble Elara?" Leo probes, his eyes blazing into me. His fingertips follow the edge of my jaw, and for a moment I forget everything—all except h
Elara's POV"You never did know what you wanted, did you?" His comments are caustic and pierce right through the barrier I have tried to create. "But you are correct about one thing: I have no say about your future. Not right now. Still, I do get to keep you alive."I stop at his words as their weight settles in. What the devil does he imply by that? Though a thousand ideas flood my head, the door crashes open behind us before I can say anything. Dmitri. Surely, it's Dmitri.His eyes fix on me, rage and something deeper blazing across his features. Leo doesn't flinch as he spits, "I should have known you'd be here, with him." He steps forward. "Elara, you should have warned me. But you never paid attention.Leo moves between us, his body a tense wall with every muscle coiled tightly. "You ought to have avoided this, Dmitri. But yet you never understood when to stop."Dmitri gestures to his side as though he were reaching for something, but Leo moves faster. Leo's got Dmitri by the thr
Elara’s POV "Wearing dark, tailored clothing, the man standing in the doorway smiles as though he knows something I do not. With cold, calculated eyes, he looks squarely at Leo. "Do you have no idea what's coming?” His slow, deliberate speech seems to be relishing the situation. Leo, you have created far too many adversaries. Now is the moment to pay the cost.With a hard jaw and hands locked into fists, Leo steps at him. The heat pouring from him seems to be barely restrained wrath. You don't scare me.The man laughs, a harsh, nearly nasty sound. "You ought to be afraid. Since your choices are running thin.I try to talk, to be noticeable, but my voice is just a whisper. "Who are you?"? My words falter, I stride forward and my body moves naturally toward Leo. He stares away from me, but I know he feels my proximity.At last the man looks at me; his eyes linger for a while before he turns back toward Leo. "I am the one finishing this. You have run out of time.I don't know. I can har
Elara’s POV "I cannot let you depart." Leo speaks with a forceful voice, yet the desperation behind it hurts my heart. Not now. Not when everything is coming apart.His comments feel like a freight train, and I momentarily find it difficult to breathe. I can't tell whether the weight of what's between us is making everything feel impossible or whether the tension in the room is the danger pressing in."Leo, we have no options," I say, my voice low but steady. We cannot continue to run. We cannot remain in secret. As I push my hair out of my face, trying to collect my ideas, my hands shake. Still out there waiting is the man carrying the rifle.Leo adds, approaching closely and his eyes never leaving mine, "I won't let them hurt you." His hands curl into fists at his sides; his jaw closes. As he struggles to regulate himself, I can see the muscles in his arms flex. The feelings rolling off him are nearly suffocating. "I will try everything to keep you safe. All the means necessary.I
Elara’s POVLucas slid next to me, his hand curling into a fist. "Don't try negotiating with him, Elara." I wrote him off as neglected. "What are your preferences?" Looking at me, the shooter assessed. " you." But I would be content with an exchange. Lucas started to tighten. " Oversaw my dead body." The guy shrugged and said, "That is something one can arrange." Down my back slipped a shudder. This was really bad. really horrible. Lucas suffered, and I had no clue how we may come out of this. "Let's make this simple," the guy remarked, seeming almost relaxed. "I let your little Alpha guy live; you come with me, nice and easy." I stumbled. "no." "Yes," Lucas answered at the same moment. Widening my eyes, I turned to him. "Are you insane?!"?" Lucas grabbed my wrist, his grip firm despite his injuries. "Elara, I am not letting you go with him." Nor am I letting you die! I turned aside. Lucas's jaw clenched, frustration blazing in grey eyes. "I would sooner die
Elara's POVHe approaches quite closer; his presence is overpowering and for a time I am not sure where I am. Say it, he says, his voice a raspy scream. Say you also think it excessive. "I—my words twisted in the tempest of my feelings," I begin. "I'm not going to give in to you." His smile spreads dark and lethal. "You already possess, Elara." The air buzzes with electricity between us. More than I would care to say, this magnetic pull terrills me as it is unlike anything I have ever known. I have tried to forget his touch, but as his hand brushes across mine once more I cannot ignore it. Though it's a lie, my voice trembles and I say, "I hate you." I have no negative feelings towards him. Not sure even what to classify it under. It's far worse; it makes me feel both broken all at once and alive too. "You don't," he whispers softly, walking towards till not even an inch divides us. His breath is warm on my skin; I cannot stop the tremble down my spine. But you will.
Elara’s POVGideon's eyes soften briefly before his jaw closes with intense frustration. "I'm not here to boss you, Elara. Said another way, you should be careful. To genuinely be oneself once more. But suppose I no longer know my own self? Whispers, with my voice hardly heard. I fought them back, but I could feel tears beckoning to drop. "What if I am not the person I used to be?" Everything moves fast as the door smashes open with great power. The atmosphere of the room changes; black and terrible energy fills all around us. Deep down, I know this is the peril I have been sensing—something worse than I have ever experienced—but I cannot plainly see a shadow spanning the entrance. Gideon's hand immediately reaches my side; his body is orienting to cover me. Lucas remains still, his gaze fixed on the man almost within the threshold. Lucas answers, his voice low and hateful. "You'm too late." "She's mine." The man moves completely inside the room, the dim light highligh
Elara’s POVThe quiet bursts with a fantastic smash from the far side of the room. Ground vibrations cause the walls to vibrate. Then I get an alien presence darker beyond anything I have ever known. "What the hell was that??" I gasp, heart pounding faster. Gideon's voice tight with haste adds, "It's not just us." This area also has another quality. Really dangerous. Once more the lights flutter, creating lengthy shadows on the walls before I can react. The corridor echoes slow, cautious steps. And they are approaching really closely. The face of Lucas gets hard. "You consider this to be safe, Elara? You have just entered a battlefield. I stare at Gideon, but I am unable to speak. I am not compelled. The space seems too little, too oppressive. I had to get outside. But anywhere? All of a sudden, activity flashes across. A person standing in the gateway. Though it's too dark and too quick for me to see, it's there. And it is approaching as well. Gideon stands in fr
Elara’s POVI shake my head trying to keep a cool head. Not yours is what I mean. Here I am a special person. I choose my own road. " Do you? " He approaches, his eyes never straying from mine. Why would you then be running back to me? You see it, do you not? Our relationship is quite strong. Frustration bubbling up, I hold my hands at my sides. "I won't be any pawn in your game going forward." Gideon's body presses into mine while he grabs me tighter. Still, I can sense the fire; his raw strength flowing from his arms is still something indistinct. Something I'm unsure of. Gideon adds silently, his voice a loud growl: "You don't have to be a pawn, Elara." One never needs to be. Lucas's words and presence are like a lifeline I'm clinging on, even as his influence pulls me away. I truly feel it, though. the draw, they want to see Lucas. To surrender to the anarchy he advocates. Something dangerous and careless has always drawn me to him. And still awake and living
Elara’s POVBella, my voice higher than I would have wanted, I say, "I don't care about destiny," but it's not enough to cover the underlying dread. "I want to survive." The silence that follows is dense, loaded with unsaid messages, and I find—I'm not sure what I want either anymore. I know I cannot let her distance us. Heart tired, I look to Gideon. "What would follow from her being right? Suppose I'm not strong enough for this? He looks at me, his face softening just a bit, and at that moment I can practically see the child I used to know behind the hardness of the man he has grown to be. His palm poised for mine he says, "You're stronger than you think, Elara." Though it offers a moment of comfort, his soft touch has little effect on quieting the rage seething inside me. I want to truly believe him. I have a natural belief in him. Still, Bella's words remain with me and make breathing harder. She is accurate in one sphere alone. I cannot sprint straight ahead from h
Elara’s POVThe blackness is strangling and compressing on my chest as the cold air whirls about us. The males in front of me—Gideon, Finn, and Hunter—have scarcely noticeable shapes. But I feel their weight on my spirit sucking me in and anchoring me. Finn replies, "I told you not to trust her," with a sharp, furious edge. "Now take stock of her achievements.” I feel the hurt of betrayal; his words cut right through me. I start to explain myself, when Gideon's grip on my arm cuts me off. "I didn't," I say. Although his touch is nice, it has little effect on warming my blood. Enough, Gideon declares with the hardness of stone. We have no time for this. Right now, our choices are few. My heart hammering in my chest, I look at him. What do you mean? What is happening? Apart from this? Gideon doesn't flinch even if the tension between us is strong enough to cut with a knife. Elara, it surpasses all of us. Bella influences more than we could have possibly dreamed. She is
Elara’s POVTension permeating the air around us causes the world outside to vanish. Though it is not important, I can feel the cold wind on my skin. Gideon's eyes on me—burning with urgency, desperation, and something I cannot quite name—matter most.His voice breaks as he holds my shoulders, gently shakes me, draws me in. "Don't leave me." "I require you, Elara. You misunderstand; this is not yet ended.I try to dispel the cloud from my head by shaking it. "I'm not sure Gideon what you now want from me. I cannot continue doing this. I cannot keep being dragged into this whirlpool of falsehoods.His grasp gets tighter; the world slows down momentarily. You believe I desired this? You believe I intended to tell you lies? His voice breaks and is gruff. Though I never planned to injure you, I will do anything necessary to keep you safe. You see? Love you.I froze. Those sentences. Though I have heard them before, there is no doubt this time. Not hesitated. Just pure, unvarnished truth.
Elara’s POVBella didn’t even look at him. Her cold gaze was locked firmly on me. "I’m giving you one last chance, Elara," she said, her voice like ice. "You can join me, and we’ll walk away from this unscathed. Or you can keep fighting, and everyone you care about will fall."Her words echoed in the room, their meaning sinking into me like poison. A choice. A choice between trusting the people I loved or following Bella into a world that could swallow me whole."I’ll never join you," I said, the words coming out sharper than I’d intended, but the weight of the decision was already pressing down on me.Bella’s lips curled into a smile, but it was empty. "Then we’ll see how long your loyalty lasts, Elara. You’ll break. They all do."Before I could respond, one of the cloaked figures stepped forward. They moved with such precision, so quickly, I barely had time to react.Hunter shifted, his eyes widening, but it was too late. The figure raised a hand, and the room was plunged into darkn