ELVA'S POV The moment Selena sat down, Lucius came walking in through the door. "Princesses!" His vibrant youthful voice rang cheerfully as he bounced in. His demeanor was so different from what it normally was. Maybe he had an alter ego because as much as I could remember, he had always been a serious person, carrying his sword about looking for someone to train with. But today, having returned from training and taken his bathe, his spirit seemed different as he was dressed in a casual turtleneck shirt and had no armor anywhere on him. He noticed the surprised look on my face and smiled. "Are you surprised that I came out this fast?" He asked me. "Kinda... Yeah..." I stuttered cause it hadn't been up to six minutes since we met him returning from training. He came to a stop and cleared his throat, and I could sense he was about to boast of one thing or the other. Probably about how he does things as a MAN. "As a warrior," he began, putting his two arms on his waist, slightl
NOLAN’S POV“I, Nolan Feuggman, heir to the Alpha throne of the Nightfrost wolf pack, hereby swear before you, the great white wolf, that I did not take the life of my previous mate, Elva, or cause her to take her own life. If my words are false, may I lose my own life right here before you…”Sigh.“C’mon, Jack, this is the fourth we’ve been now still swearing. I didn’t kill Elva. I love her with my life and you all know that. Why would I kill her?”“Wait till we get home,” he said. His voice, though quiet, had an ominous quality.My heart exploded when I got home only to sleep and wake up to hear that Jack had been going around and throwing shades on my name. I had to confront him immediately when the news got to my ears.“Enough of this rubbish, Jack. How dare you?” I barged into his house and walked up to him just untying the lace of his shoes. It seemed he had just returned from somewhere. Probably somewhere he had gone to speak ill of me.“So much boldness for a murderer,” he rema
NOLAN’S POV Lydia left the room immediately after we were done. She looked so satisfied as she left before Mum could find out what we did. Although it was okay for us werewolves to marry our distant cousins, Lydia’s father was more like a brother to my father. He was younger than my father and they had grown up together until he decided to find his own world. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out how he had expected. But even when my father gave him open arms to return to the pack, he still stayed glued to his decision of finding his world. When evening came, I went to meet Father where he usually stayed watching the sun go down a sight at the outskirts. “Father,” I called him as I reached the top of the rocky hill where he was. “You knew I’d be here,” he said without turning back. It was like a ritual for him to watch the sun go down. He’d stay there until the moon came up before he returned home—his little quiet place. “Who doesn’t know that this is where to find you at dusk?”
ELVA’S POV A year had passed, but Father hadn’t let me leave the palace. He promised me that he’d reveal me to the kingdom on my birthday and it was going to be a big day. Throughout the previous year, the farthest place I could go was the palace gate and a garden behind the palace where Mother planted daisies and dandelions. The only person from outside the palace walls who had been able to get a glance of my face was the pack artist. He came every month to paint a picture of me for Mother. The first month of the new year had just ended, and our artist had come to do his job. “Elva! You’re still dressed in your casual wear!” Mum exclaimed when she saw me descending the magnificently decorated twirling stairs, painted white and gold on the rails, with a red carpet covering the stairs. “Is the artist here already?” I asked. “Yes,” A subtle voice came from under the stairs, where the artist’s chair was usually kept whenever he was done painting. But it wasn’t the artist creeping ou
ELVA’S POV “Good morning, father… Good morning, mother…” “Good morning, my beautiful daughter,” Father said to me. My face went to the man who stood beside Father and I wondered if I had ever seen him in the palace or not. There were many servants, and I couldn’t boast of knowing them all by face, even after staying a year in the palace. But his outfit didn’t look like a servant’s. He wore a gray satin shirt atop brown trousers. When my eyes glanced at his shoes, I became certain that he wasn’t a servant. I was about to greet him when Father spoke. Pointing at the man, Father said, “Daughter, from today, Mr. Stewart, here, will be your trainer. He’s a werewolf from a distant pack who is an expert at teaching people how to control their wolves. His methods are proven and he’d be in charge of both your physical and mental training to awaken and control your wolf.” Lucius had been the one tutoring me all this while. He had been generous enough to make out time to train his big siste
ELVA’S POV I scrammed the bathroom the moment I heard a knock on my door. It was time for my first training with Mr Stewart and I was almost running late. I hadn’t thought it through before going into the bathroom to bathe. I’d still get dirty from the training, so it made no sense now that I had taken my bath. “Who’s there?” I asked as I forced my legs through my blue underwear. “It’s me,” Selena’s voice came from behind the door. I rushed to the door. “Sorry I locked the door,” I said as she came in, “I was taking my bath.” “These are your training uniforms,” she said, handing over a stack of folded clothes to me. I received it from her and she turned, leaving without saying one more word. Mum or Dad seemed to have just woken her from sleep to give me the uniforms. Her room was very close to theirs, making her the most accessible person whenever they needed to send someone on an errand. The uniforms were of three different colors; each consisting of a long-sleeve shirt and a
ELVA'S POV I rushed back to the palace as fast as my feeble feet could carry me. When I got there, the maids rushed up to me. "Please, hurry and come with us, princess!" Nana said. She was one of the oldest maids we had in the palace, so kind and loyal as a person. But most times, she demonstrated fear toward Mother and Selena. I couldn't tell why. "What is going on, Nana?" I asked her. "A prince is on his way to the palace. You can't be presented like this," she said as she dragged me along. "Hold on, Nana. What do you mean by presented?" I asked. But just then, I caught sight of Selena dressed more elegant than I had ever seen her, strolling along the corridor like an angel in a garden of daisies. That was when I understood what Nana meant by "Presented." "Nana, if this is about dressing nice and..." "There's no time, my princess. As you can see, Princess Selena is already set," Nana said, pushing open the door to my room, with two Julie and Sarah, two other maids, right behi
SELENA'S POV Prince Darian's handsomeness was beyond description. His eyes were blue and the intensity of his gaze was stomach-melting. He stood at 6 ft 7. The perfect height of a guy that matched my 6 ft 3. Whenever he mentioned my name, I felt I had been flung into an abyss of beautiful flowers and butterflies. I had seen him when he arrived, and although we had only spoken briefly, I was already head over heels in love with him. He was articulate with pronouncing my name, and I couldn't help but watch the motion of his lips as he did so. He had arrived weary after a long time on the road without rest during his journey, so he wanted to get a deep nap before coming out again in the evening for dinner. It was almost dinner time now, but I guessed he'd come out before that time to take a look outside. The castle structure gave a beautiful view in the evening. From upstairs, it seemed the orange sun sank into the earth whenever it was about to go home. Coupled with its fervid luster