LOGINZenith's POV:I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched. My wolf was still restless, satisfied from the run but unsettled by the distance I had forced between us earlier. The drive back to the palace took less than five minutes, but it felt longer. The artificial lights of the palace began to glow in the distance, warm and golden against the deepening night. In my perspective, I could see how they caught Silas's face through the windshield, soft illumination highlighting the curve of his cheek, and the way his dark lashes cast small shadows over them. I risked a glance at him.He looked… fragile, exhausted. Yet there was something almost ethereal about him in that light, like a painting I hadn’t meant to admire.I finally parked the car and killed the engine, getting out without another word, the cool night air hitting me like a welcome slap. I didn’t look back, I simply tossed the car keys to one of the waiting maintenance staff with a curt nod and started walking toward t
Silas's Pov Its fur was dark as midnight, muscles rippling powerfully beneath the glossy coat. Its head was tilted to the side, golden eyes gleamed in the fading light as it watched me with an unblinking stare that sent every instinct in my body screaming to run. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. The moment the wolf took a slow step closer, I panicked and scrambled to my feet as fast as I could, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. My hand shot out and grabbed the first thing I could find, a small, thin stick lying on the forest floor. It felt pathetic in my grip, barely more than a twig, but I held it out in front of me anyway, pointing it toward the massive black wolf like it could actually protect me. “Go away!” I said, my voice cracking. “Stay back!” I knew it was a stupid idea. A ridiculously stupid idea. But I had to try something. I’d only had one real encounter with a wolf before, and it had been one of the
Zenith's POV: I watched him carefully, my gaze lingering on every small detail of his posture. Silas stood there with his shoulders slightly hunched, fingers twisting together in front of him like he was trying to hold himself together. His head was lowered, eyes fixed on the ground, but I could see the subtle tremble in his hands and the way his breathing had grown shallow. Fear. It was written all over him, in the way he avoided my eyes, in the slight hunch of his frame, in the faint, acrid edge of anxiety cutting through his jasmine scent. I suspected, deep down, that something was wrong. But I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Not yet. Because if what I was thinking was true… I didn’t know what I would do. The thought of it alone made my wolf restless inside me, pacing with a mix of anticipation and irritation. This trip to the forest was supposed to be a way to follow the doctor's advice and strengthen the bond through our wolf forms. Werewolves bonded most deeply in th
Silas's Pov My hands instinctively grabbed at his shirt for balance, fingers clutching the fabric as my face burned with shock and embarrassment. “W-what-?” The words died in my throat. He didn’t say anything. He simply adjusted his grip with one strong arm wrapped securely around my thighs to keep me in place, then started walking again as if carrying me like this was the most normal thing in the world. His steps were steady he walked, each movement jostled me slightly against his solid frame, and I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the flex of muscle beneath me as he navigated the uneven path. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst. My face was on fire, cheeks flushed bright red as I hung there, upside down, staring at the ground passing beneath us. His scent filled my lungs with every breath, making my head spin in confusing ways. My hands tightened on his shirt, my body tense and awkward against his. I didn’t know whether to feel humiliated, g
Silas's PovWhen I finally finished dressing and stepped out of the bathroom, he was still there, seated in the chair by the window, scrolling through his phone with that same unreadable expression.I shuffled my feet awkwardly, unsure how to get his attention without irritating him. After a few seconds of thinking about the worst possible outcome, I cleared my throat.That caught his attention immediately. His eyes snapped up to me. And just like before, his gaze raked over me slowly, from my hair down to my bare feet. I squirmed under the weight of his gaze, and I could start to feel the heat crawling up my neck.What the hell is his problem?He stood up without a word and walked toward me. And unlike most other times that he walked towards me with a look that meant to kill, this time… it felt different. There wasn’t the usual icy rage in his eyes, though they were still cold, but not like the usual. It honestly felt… weird. It made my stomach twist in a strange, confusing way.He
Silas's PovMy head throbbed as I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, everything felt disoriented, I could feel the soft sheets beneath me and the familiar weight of the blanket, which made me frown. I sat up immediately and looked around, I was in my room. But the last thing I remembered was being in Prince Zira’s room, watching the movie quietly beside him and drinking the juice he had given to me. Did he bring me back here?The thought sent a fresh wave of dread through my stomach. What if someone had seen us? What if one of the guards reported it to the King? The idea of him finding out I had spent hours alone with his brother made my heart race with a fear so sharp it almost hurt. I didn’t know I would spend that long in the Prince's room. One movie had turned into two, then three, and the hours had slipped away so easily, wrapped in the surprisingly gentle company of the Prince. Thinking back on it now, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips despite everything. Hangin
Silas’s POV The silence felt suffocating, as if it was waiting for me to make the wrong move so it could pounce on me and dry out my soul. My throat felt dry, and I dared not look up at the King. I could feel him glaring at me already. But he couldn't blame me could he? I was basically being as
Silas's PovAfter I ran away from home at the age of thirteen, I had my first heat three years later. I was young, alone and scared out of my mind. I didn't understand what was happening to me at first, until I finally realized I was in such condition because apparently, I was one of those omegas w
Silas's Pov: Two days until the wedding, and I was slowly losing my mind. After the King had slammed the door and left me staring at that cursed ring, I had cried for hours. Ugly, broken sobs that tore from my chest until my throat was raw and my eyes were swollen shut. I eventually passed out in
Zenith's Pov: I stood motionless in the hospital room, staring down at the pale, unconscious form lying in the bed before me. Silas, my so-called mate, looked ghostly white under the harsh lights of the hospital, dark bruises from the restrains marred his wrists and ankles. An IV drip connected







