Elara’s POV
Although I had never visited this hospital before, just now it felt all too familiar. Everything appeared to reflect the chilly indifference of the world I was born into—the white walls, the distant buzz of fluorescent lights, the faint whispers of staff strolling past. Though Mafia life had advantages, it also had drawbacks; I had always loathed the coldness around it. Here I was, though, standing at the emergency room's threshold, clutching sweets and flowers in a plastic bag, trying to somehow make the visit less embarrassing. About Marko Kuznetsov, I conflicted emotions. Indeed, he was the ex-sister of mine and indeed, he was a dangerous man in every respect. But there was something about him that made me pity him. Not the merciless monster my relatives depicted him to be. Though no one ever bothered to find out, he had also suffered. "Excuse me," I began, attempting to keep my voice steady as I went forward to the front desk receptionist. Here I am to see Marko Kuznetsov. He was admitted following an automobile accident. The woman in her mid-40s who had dark circles under her eyes, the receptionist, stared at me like I had just asked her to clarify quantum physics. She tapped away on her keyboard then turned back to me with a neutral face. "I'm sorry, Miss," she stated squarely. Early today, Mr. Kuznetsov was released. My heartbeat dropped. Not knowing exactly what I was expecting—maybe an apology, maybe a reconciliation, or maybe simply the chance to see the man who had previously been so vital to my sister, whose name had tormented the family for years—I had traveled all this way. Dismissed. Exactly as such. Wordless. I tried to control the flood of emotions threatening to sweep over me by hard swallowing. I nodded, trying to keep it together, and left the hospital head held. Every stride made the blooms feel more weight in my grasp. I kept thinking about Marko as I climbed into my car. His world was one of coldness, power and danger; my family hated him for it. They had never seen him the way I did—or perhaps it was that I had always seen the damaged man behind the mafia chief. Now, though, I couldn't help but wonder if he was out there somewhere secluded, maybe even hostile to everyone who had turned their back on him. I considered the last time I saw him—many months ago during a family get-together. He had been strange as well as charming, dangerous, definitely. Perhaps I had imagined it, but I had seen something in his eyes—something gentle that defied the image he wore so successfully. Once the love of his life was my sister Isabella. Though they had blazed brilliantly together, they both dropped hard when things went south. Still, why did I find myself thinking of him? "Stop it," I said to myself, shaking my head as I drew up to the mansion. He is only trouble. always has been. The great house loomed ahead, austere and chilly. Though I had not yet entered, I could already feel the weight of the family secrets bearing down on me. Inside, everyone was waiting for something to shatter, their breath thick with tension. I stopped as soon as I entered the living room. As I pulled the door open, it creaked slightly and there they were—my lover, Dmitri, twisted in my sister's arms. His lips pressed tightly to hers, and she answered with such force that my stomach turned around. My breath seized in my throat. For a while, stunned in incredulity, I stood there. It felt unreal. My heart thumping against my chest, I turned from Dmitri to Isabella. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Dmitry? I crooned, the word coming out harsh as though I had swallowed glass. With wide-open disbelief, he withdrew from Isabella, but his eyes revealed only panic—not an apology. Quickly turning away from Isabella, his voice low and guarded, he whispered, "Elara, wait; it's not what it looks like." My thinking spun. As I turned from Dmitri to Isabella, whose haughtiness did little to cool the fire burning inside me, I could hear the blood hammer in my ears. With a shaky voice, "You're kissing my sister," I managed to utter. How is it not what it appears like? "Elara, we...." Dmitri's voice wavered, and he came toward me, but I immediately drew back, my chest tight with wrath. Isabella interrupted two times, her voice icy and matter-of-fact. "It's not a big issue." Elara, we had kissed just twice. Simply said. I was not able to breathe. As I digested her words—her laid-back attitude—my vision tunneled. "It simply occurred. I kept repeating, doubting. "Isabella, you are my sister." And he is my boyfriend as well. She crossed her arms, her mouth curving into a smile that froze my blood. "Well, I wouldn't have had to search elsewhere for consolation if you hadn't always been so busy saving face for this family. Dmitri and I simply... became closer. Her voice suddenly sounded to me as angry, with a barely veiled disdain. But it transcended Dmitri as well. It covered everything, her entitlement, her jealousy, her ongoing rivalry with me. Beyond sadness, I felt a deep, burning burn in my chest. It was in its most basic form betrayal. Hissed at her, my voice faltering with fury, "You're just... disgusting." "How long have things been going on??" "It doesn't matter," she murmured, pushing her hair back as if the whole thing were only a slight annoyance. "It's done right now. Dmitri's mine. I'm not sure why you're drawing such attention to this. Elara, here we are a family. You should desire us to find pleasure. Family. It hit me like a slap. The exact individuals I had trusted—those meant to have my back—were the ones who had just pushed a dagger right into my heart. Then there was Dmitri, there like a moron, his eyes begging me for some sort of pardon. But he was the one who had broken something inside me—something I wasn't sure could be healed. Do you even give any thought? My voice breaking, I asked him. "Do you give anything other than your own convenience any thought?" He did not respond right away. Though it would not matter anymore, I could see the guilt in his eyes. Nothing could turn back the treachery. "I'm sorry, Elara," he added, approaching closely. "I never wanted it to turn out like this. You must grasp, I—“ But I could no longer pay attention. My heart hammering with a mix of wrath, treachery, and a deep, gnawing ache, I turned on my heels. I wasn sure whether to believe or feel. Everything I understood about loyalty, about love, had just been ripped apart. My footsteps resounding in the empty corridor, I dashed from the living room. Looking at either of them made me sick now. But something stopped me as I arrived at the door—a slight noise from the room's corner. First quiet and almost invisible, it then got louder. a little rustle. After that—click. Someone had recently unlocked the basement door. My breath seized in my throat. I had no desire for research. Who was down there was not something I wanted to know. Still, I found myself unable to control. Slowly turning toward the steps leading down to the basement, the hair on the back of my neck stood on edge. And then the lights flickered and went out as I started ahead. The quiet was overwhelming. Then I listened for his voice. "Did you really think you could flee Elara?" Anywhere I would find a voice I could identify. Leo. Then all seemed to be whirling out of control.Elara’s POV I lost my breath. Standing still in the living room, the weight of the confrontation enveloped me like a suffocating cloud; my pulse was thumping in my ears. My sister, Isabella, stood a few feet away, her brows narrowed with an expression I couldn't quite understand; my mother, Viktoria, was standing with her customary grace and hard, uncompromising stare. Until it struck me. There was no guilt. Not regretful at all Just that known, stifling air of supremacy. I had not sought any of this. "Very true Elara," said Isabella's contemptful voice, cutting through my fog. "Are you going to create a scene around something so small? Dmitri and I—“ "Don't you dare," I yelled, my voice trembling with fury. I couldn't quite finish the statement though. Words failed me in that instant as nothing I said would restore the harm they had done. Dmitri, The man I trusted—the one I had imagined would be by my side no matter what—had betrayed me. My intended boyfriend had also betrayed
Elara’s POV I ought to have known more. I ought to have been ready for the cruelty running through the veins of my family like a poisoned thread. But I was not ready for what lay next even as the weight of the past hour fell on me. I had assumed I had locked the draw-on. The one I kept the money I had stashed away from my family over the past few months. It was my means of guaranteeing my escape should the dream of my life in this mansion ever become intolerable. Now, though, that sense of anxiety wriggles at my belly. I understood. I knew it vanished before I even started to open the drawer. Pulling the drawer open, my heart crashed into my chest and discovered it empty. My last means of escape, the carefully buried money disappeared. "Elara, darling, did you honestly feel you could keep secrets from your mother?" Behind me, Viktoria's words sounded like a slick, deliberate calculation. I turned, angry flashes in my eyes. "You—." I gasped, but as I whirled to meet her words left
Elara’s POV The drive to Marko Kuznetsov's house resembled a funeral procession. As I watched the familiar cities vanish into the unknown, lonely terrain, the weight on my chest got heavier and oppressive every mile that went. The vast estate that awaited us was far from the luxury of my family's mansion; it was solitary, surrounded by overgrown woods and darkened by the approaching gloom of the planet I was now being compelled onto. My daughter Mila was especially quiet in the backseat; her small face was plastered against the window and fixed on the foreign scene. Though there was no way I could protect her from all of this. I wished I could. There was no turning back, no matter how much I detested the life my family had denounced me to. I shivered coldly down my spine as the automobile drew up before the enormous, gloomy estate. The mansion seemed like a fortification, its black and menacing windows above us and iron gates towering above us. It chilled me to my very core since I
Marko’s POVThe space was overly silent. The grandfather clock in the corner ticked, and the sound resonated in the stifling silence all about. Though it was one I hated, it was the silence I had become used to lately. I stayed limited to this chilly, gloomy home while the outside world was moving, busy, vibrant.My body no longer served the machine it once did. That had been visible from the accident. A few missteps, a poor break in the wrong location, and here I was—helpless, unprotected, a prisoner of my own house. Nevertheless, the hardest aspect of all was not the bodily suffering. The loneliness was what drove it. The sense of put away, forgotten.I had built an empire, bled for it, and now it was slipping through my fingers.The door creaked open, and I turned, looking for Tatyana, the housekeeper, with some menial chore to deflect my own self-pity. But the visitor that entered was not her. Elena called it.Though at first I thought I was having hallucinations, it was Elena. On
Elara's POVMy hand still on the handle, I stood transfixed in front of the door and felt my heart hammer in my chest. The last person I ever would have expected to see again was the man just entering the room.Leo Voltov.The one man I had attempted to ignore but had never really succeeded—the one who had tormented my thoughts and nightmares for years. His presence seemed to me as a sudden, piercing punch to my gut. His dark eyes, still bursting with the same intensity, latched onto mine and I felt my breath stop. His lips closed into a half-smirk, the same one that had once caused my heart to skip in an incomprehensible manner."You're looking as gorgeous as ever, Elara," Leo's voice was low and carried the deadly undertone I had grown too familiar with.Though my pulse accelerated, I suppressed any feeling. I wasn't ready to let him know how much he still impacted me." What are you doing here?" My speech came out frigid, betraying none of the emotions running inside me. I wanted t
Elara's POVDmitri's fingers sank into my skin, each second stretching longer than the last, and I could sense his heat on my wrist. Though every muscle in my body screamed at me to break free, the room was tense and I couldn't move. I felt caught.Leo's look stayed fixed on Dmitri; his expression was incomprehensible. Benevolent on the surface, though, I could see the storm building in his eyes—one I had been too terrified to confront. Dmitri, on the other hand, was like a beast captured, his resentment boiling just under the surface."What the heavens is going on here?" Dmitri's voice was a low growl full of the kind of fury that made the room feel smaller. "You think I should let you pick her, Leo?"Leo did not reply straight away. Rather, he shifted his slow attention toward me, his eyes locked with mine, and momentarily all else vanished. My stomach tightened as the raw feeling in his eyes hammered in my chest.Though I realized this was a risky game, in that brief second I paid
Elara's POVDmitri's bullet sounded sharp and deafeningly through the hall. My heart missed a beat, and everything in me stopped. Though everything around me was blurring into a haze, one thing was absolutely clear: the rifle was pointed at me.Leo yelled behind me. "El Tara!"I had no time to consider. Instinct seized, and I dove for the floor, my body skidding across the slick wood as the air seemed to crackle with tension. Though my breath was shallow and my chest was tight, I couldn't concentrate on fear—not now."Get Up!" Leo's footsteps pounded closer as his voice sliced through the anarchy.I forced myself to kneel, hardly able to control my breath, then turned back to him. The look on his face—fury, desperation—made my chest contract. But I felt more than just the wrath in his gaze. He was staring at me as though he had lost something he could not afford to lose once more.But time did not allow one to address those ideas right now. The gunshot had been rather near. Dmitri was
Elara’s POVEvery second the weight of the phone in my hand felt increased. The message on the screen captured my attention, the words blazing into my head. "You have twenty-four hours. Everything you value will then burn." Dmitri's comments rang in my ears, and every bit of air in my lungs felt stifling.Leo was standing near, his presence like a wall separating me from the turmoil, but even his consoling silence couldn't stifle the panic developing inside me. My fingers were clammy and my pulse accelerated as I stared at the phone as though it could provide answers I wanted not to hear."Elara... Leo's voice was low and gentle, yet it was sufficient to rouse me from the trance. Not knowing what I was feeling, I jerked my hand away when he went for it. Anxiety is great. treachery? or something more complex? "Elara, talk to me."I shook my head and let sharp intakes of breath flow forth. I was surrounded by walls. Though Dmitri had always been erratic, this? I could not have predicted
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