Killian’s POV The next morning, I woke with a steely resolve. Today was the day I would confront the cabinet and make it clear that my family’s murder was a priority. I couldn't afford to let anyone think I was growing soft or distracted—especially not because of Elaine and her ties to Elder Thorne. I dressed in a dark suit that exuded authority and command. My reflection in the mirror showed a man who was ready to take on the world, every bit the alpha king I was meant to be. I straightened my tie, ensuring every detail was perfect, then headed out to the meeting room.The cabinet was already assembled when I arrived. The room was heavy with the scent of polished wood and leather, the air thick with anticipation. Each member of my cabinet was a seasoned leader in their own right, and today, I needed their undivided attention and support."Good morning," I greeted them, my voice calm and authoritative as I took my seat at the head of the long table. "Thank you all for being here. We
Elaine’s POV The cool morning air filled my lungs as I ran through the dense woods, the sound of my footsteps muffled by the soft earth and fallen leaves. The forest was now my sanctuary, a place where I could let go of the weight of my responsibilities and focus on something simpler—my physical strength. Since I started eating werewolf food, I’ve been gaining weight. My pace quickened, my muscles burning with the effort. I pushed myself harder, wanting to feel the burn, to distract myself from the thoughts that haunted me. I had no wolf to shift into, unlike the others in my pack, and it was a reminder of my difference, my weakness. The moon goddess had promised me a white wolf, but she had yet to deliver. Sweat trickled down my back as I sprinted up a steep incline, my breath coming in heavy gasps. The moon goddess... Was she real? Was the promise of the white wolf just a cruel joke? I didn’t know, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. Without a wolf, I felt incomplete, less than t
Elaine’s POV I couldn't get her out of my mind. Elaine. Her name echoed through my thoughts, an insistent drumbeat that wouldn't cease.I needed her under my custody, and I needed it now. There was a burning itch beneath my skin, a restlessness that no amount of running in the woods could shake. I had to act.With renewed determination, I made my way to my office. The evidence, or lack thereof, was what stood between me and Elaine. I had to find something, anything, that could justify bringing her in. My cabinet had warned me about acting too soon, but they dont understand the urgency I felt, the need to have her close.I started with the files the cabinet had compiled. Reports, surveillance footage, testimonies—anything that mentioned Elaine or her possible connection to my family’s murder. My office became a chaotic mess of papers and files as I poured through them, my frustration growing with each passing hour. There was nothing concrete, just whispers and shadows.I called in f
Elaine’s POV Watching Killian's every move had become second nature to me. His attempts to secure evidence and bring me under his custody were as relentless as they were transparent. I was always one step behind him, shadowing his movements with a calculated precision. He was methodical, determined, and incredibly focused—but so was I. Every time he went through documents, combed through reports, or held hushed meetings with his cabinet, I was there. I knew his patterns, his tells. The way his brow furrowed when he was deep in thought, the slight clench of his jaw when he encountered a dead end—it all told me volumes about his state of mind. He was hunting me, obsessed with bringing me in, but I wouldn't let him win. I had my own sources, my own ways of gathering information. I wasn't just passively waiting for him to make his move. I was actively dismantling his plans, piece by piece. If he thought he could outmanoeuvre me, he was sorely mistaken. I should have known.
Killian’s POV The days following our encounter in the woods were a blur of frustration and obsession. I threw myself into my work, scouring through every piece of evidence, every report, every whisper that might lead me to something—anything—that could justify bringing Elaine into my custody. It wasn’t just about the murders anymore. It was about her. The desperation gnawed at my insides, a constant, insistent ache that I couldn’t shake.I spent hours in my office, papers and files strewn across my desk in chaotic disarray. The cabinet members were beginning to notice my relentless pursuit, their eyes filled with questions and doubt. But I didn’t care. I needed her, and I would stop at nothing to get her.Every lead I followed, every dead end I hit, only fueled my determination. I was a man possessed, driven by a need that went beyond reason. It wasn’t just my wolf that craved her; it was something deeper, something darker. A part of me that I had kept buried for so long was beginn
Elaine’s POV I woke up bright and early, the first rays of dawn barely filtering through the curtains of my room. There was a strange, electrifying energy in the air that I couldn't shake off. My instincts were on high alert, and a part of me knew that today was going to be chaotic. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, trying to push away the lingering haze of sleep.The memory of the kiss I shared with Killian surged to the forefront of my mind, making my skin tingle with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. His touch had ignited something within me that I couldn't quite explain—something raw and powerful. My thoughts kept drifting back to the intensity of his gaze, the way his lips felt against mine, and the primal hunger that had simmered between us.I got out of bed, I couldn't help but replay the moment over and over again, my pulse quickening with each recollection. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. There was no time to get lost in memories. Today was going to be
Killian’s POV The moment I heard the guards had secured Elaine and were bringing her in, a thrill shot through me. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and something darker. The idea of having her close, under my watch, was intoxicating. I could feel the raw, primal excitement gnawing at my insides, a hunger that had been simmering since that kiss.But I didn't want her here in the kingdom's palace, surrounded by the watchful eyes and whispers of the court. No, I needed her somewhere more secluded, where I could control the environment—and her. The townhouse would be perfect."Send her to the townhouse," I ordered, my voice steady despite the excitement bubbling beneath the surface."Yes, Alpha," one of the guards replied, bowing slightly before hurrying to relay my command.As they left, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Having Elaine in my space, away from prying eyes, meant I could observe her, question her, and perhaps even understand this strange connection between us. Ther
Elaine’s POVI sat on the table all alone and far away from other students because they clearly don’t want to be around me either. My head is buried in a book but I had no idea what I was reading since my mind is elsewhere. I could hear my twin half sisters giggling somewhere around. They are desperately trying to make sure no one believes we were related, which is fine by me. It has been like that right from the beginning as our mother wanted it that way. We shared the same mother but different fathers. Fortunately for them, they are still with their father while mine is nowhere to be seen. Hell, she has no idea who my father truly is which hurts more than anything. I was a mistake, a result of a cursed one night stand. Consumed in the pages that I read without understanding, my werewolf food is in front of me because I haven’t gotten used to their food around here. Back at the other pack, there used to be human food but here, none. There are no humans here. Only me. The sound of