Elara
I didn’t know pain could be quiet. The kind of pain that hums beneath your skin like a lullaby gone wrong. Like a memory you can’t forget. It made my bod feel like a cage I couldn’t climb out of. I sat there in it, wrapped in the silence. I shook. My body trembled. The walls suddenly felt too filthy.
Until that door opened.
And gods help me, I wish it hadn’t.
He stepped into the room like it belonged to him. Like I belonged to him. Like everything in this cursed building bowed beneath his boots and begged for scraps of his attention.
Alpha Ethan.
Sweet-faced, soft-voiced, silver-tongued bastard... what I realised just right now.
I remembered his smile at the ball. The way his hand had hovered politely at my waist, never touching me without my permission. The way his eyes had
