Elaine’s POV The maids in my father's mansion were a breath of fresh air in an otherwise suffocating existence. Unlike the nobles and elders who couldn't look at me without suspicion or disdain, these women saw me as a person rather than a prisoner.They were mostly a few years older than me, their youthful energy and genuine kindness providing a stark contrast to the hostility I'd faced elsewhere. It didn’t take long before I found myself spending more time in their company, seeking solace in the ordinary, everyday tasks they performed around the house.This afternoon, I found myself in the kitchen, where the maids were bustling about, preparing for dinner. The smell of freshly baked bread and simmering stew filled the air, wrapping me in a comforting embrace."Elaine, would you like to help us with the vegetables?" asked Sarah, one of the maids. Her brown eyes sparkled with warmth, and she handed me a knife and a basket of fresh produce.I smiled, grateful for the distraction. "Sur

Elaine’s POV Getting to know Feyre, my wolf, was both exhilarating and daunting. Her presence within me was a constant reminder of my new identity, and her guidance was a comforting, albeit strange, experience.I walked back to my room after my conversation with my father, I decided to try and connect with Feyre more deeply. Sitting on my bed, I closed my eyes and focused inward, trying to reach her."Feyre?" I called out tentatively."I'm here, Elaine," she responded, her voice calm and reassuring. "What do you want to know?""Everything," I admitted. "What it's like to be a wolf, how to control our powers, how to navigate this new world.""We will learn together slowly but surely," she said. "I am a part of you now, and together, we will become stronger. Trust in me, and trust in yourself."Before I could ask more, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. My father's voice followed. "Elaine, could you come to my study again?"Sighing, I stood up and made my way to his stud

Elaine’s POV I pulled into the garage, the sleek, black car gliding smoothly into the designated spot. The engine’s low hum faded, leaving a heavy silence that filled the space. I gripped the steering wheel, staring ahead at the blank wall, trying to steady my nerves.For a long time, I just sat there, the weight of my new reality pressing down on me. I might be the most powerful werewolf now, but that didn’t erase the anxiety gnawing at my gut. My first day here had been a nightmare—judgmental glares, whispered accusations, and the ever-present tension of being viewed as an outsider, a murderer.I took a deep breath, the scent of leather and the faint lingering aroma of cologne grounding me. My fingers drummed nervously against the wheel. “You can do this,” I muttered to myself. The words felt hollow, but they were something—a small push to get me moving.Finally, I opened the car door and stepped out, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. I grabbed my bag from the passenge

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure.Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.She was a stunner, no doubt about it. Every aspect of her appearance exuded confidence and individuality, making it hard to look away. As I walked beside her, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and curiosity about this new, fascinating person in my life.Riley’s outfit was effortlessly stylish and practical, something I immediately admi

Killian’s POV Pacing the length of my study, I couldn't shake the image from earlier today. Orlo, my best friend, had done the unthinkable. Instead of joining me at our usual table, he had abandoned it to sit with Elaine and her friend. I ran a hand through my hair, my thoughts a chaotic mix of confusion and anger.What the hell is Orlo thinking? I fumed silently. Why would he do that?I replayed the scene in my mind. Elaine’s laugh, bright and clear, echoed across the cafeteria as Orlo leaned in, clearly engrossed in whatever they were discussing. The ease with which he had joined them, the smile on his face—it all made my blood boil.For what fucking reason? What game is he playing? I wondered, clenching my fists. Orlo had always been my confidant, my closest ally. This sudden shift, this betrayal, was a knife to the heart.I stopped pacing and stared out the window, trying to make sense of it. Though ever since she came into my life nothing really makes much sense. Everything is c