登入Brielle POV.
The words felt like a betrayal, a lie that cut deeper than any truth. I could feel Heza stiffen beside me, but I didn't dare look at her. I couldn't.
Elvie's smile widened, a subtle, triumphant curve of her lips. She patted Renee's hand again, then gave her a gentle nudge.
"See, Renee?" Elvie said, her voice swee
Brielle POV,Twenty years had passed since we left the pack behind. So much had changed, and yet what mattered most stayed the same.I sat on the long, soft leather sofa inside Elion’s large office at the top of the Skylar Building—the tallest tower in the city, and one we owned entirely. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting golden streaks across the floor. But I barely noticed the view. My brow was furrowed, and my hands rested in my lap, feeling heavy and troubled.Elion stood near the glass, looking out over the busy city below. He looked just as strong and steady as always, though time had only added more calm authority to his face. Right now, however, the air between us felt tense.Our daughter, Elionelle, had just made her demand clear. She wanted to leave our home, step out from under our protection, and live her own life—completely away from the name, the wealth, and the influence her parents held.For years, we had kept her identity hidden. No one outside our c
Brielle POV.Five months passed in the blink of an eye.Life felt so different now—quiet, peaceful, and truly ours. We had left the pack territory far behind, moving to a busy city where no pack laws applied, no old traditions ruled, and no one knew who we used to be. Elion bought a small but comfortable house here, surrounded by normal streets and ordinary neighbors. To everyone else, we were just a regular young couple. And honestly? We loved it more than any title or status we ever had.I continued my studies, mostly learning at home and only going to school when I needed to take exams or submit work. It gave me time to rest, to get stronger, and to practice the gifts I had only just discovered. As for Elion—he turned his full attention to the businesses he had built outside the pack years ago. In jus
Brielle POV.The room went quiet for a moment, then the oldest among them, a man with a long white beard and sharp eyes, leaned forward.“Is it not obvious?” he snapped. “You are too young. You have no training, no knowledge of our laws, our ways, or how to lead a pack. How can someone so inexperienced guide our people or stand beside our Alpha?”Another Elder added, his voice cold and harsh, “And more than that—trouble follows wherever you go. Because of you, enemies have attacked, and some of our own men lost their lives to keep you safe. You bring danger, not protection. That is why you are not worthy.”I listened carefully, letting every word sink in, but I did not flinch or look away. I folded my hands in front of me and spoke again, my tone calm but firm.“So you say I am too young, too new to your ways, and that I bring bad luck and death. Is that all?” I asked simply. “Are those the only reasons?”They nodded, muttering among themselves, as if those reasons were more than enou
Brielle POV.I stopped right outside the heavy wooden doors. They were thick and carved with old patterns, but the voices inside traveled clearly through the gaps. I held my breath, listening closely.“The decision is final,” said one deep, stern voice. “Brielle is not fit to be our Luna.”Another Elder spoke up, sharp and direct. “She is far too young. She knows nothing about our rules, our ways, or how to lead. How can someone so inexperienced guide our people or stand beside our Alpha?”Then came the words that felt like a knife in my chest. “And more than that—she brings bad luck. Ever since she came into Elion’s life, trouble has followed. Enemies attacked, Hunters came for us, and some of our own pack members lost their lives just to keep her safe. Why should we risk more of our kin for someone who only draws danger?”I stood there, my hands falling limply to my sides, and all the anger I felt a moment ago melted away—replaced by a heavy, sinking feeling.They are right, I thoug
Brielle POV.Three days had passed since I woke up. Three long, slow days—and Elion still had not come home.Every hour felt longer than the last. I walked from room to room, checked the windows, and listened for footsteps outside more times than I could count. My worry grew heavier each morning when I woke and found his side of the house still empty. If it had not been for Hope speaking softly inside my mind, and the short message Kael sent to tell me we were safe, I would have run straight to the pack house myself.He is busy. He is keeping us safe. Just wait, they kept telling me.But my patience was running thin.“I have had enough!” I huffed, marching down
Brielle POV.When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the wooden ceiling above me. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the wall. The air smelled of clean linen and pine, a scent I knew so well.This is my room, I realized slowly. My room in Elion’s house… our house.For a second, I felt confused. Was it all just a bad dream? The cave, the falling water, the pain, the bullet… maybe it never really happened. Maybe I had just been sleeping too long.But then the memories came rushing back—sharp and clear, like a bucket of cold water thrown over my head.I remembered Professor Darian and his cold, cruel smile. I remembered the dark lab, the chains, and the way he spoke as if I was nothing more than a thing to be used. Then I saw Victor Hale, his eyes burning with hate, lifting the gun, the loud bang that rang in my ears. I felt the pain in my back, the weakness spreading through my body, and the sight of Elion running toward me, carrying m
Brielle POV.Renee, who had been sulking silently, stiffened instantly at the mention of Kael's name. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief, then they narrowed into furious slits as she stared at me. Her mou
Brielle POVThe car ride to the pack house was a blur of fear and frantic hope. Kael drove with a focused intensity, his usual calm replaced by a grim determination. I sat in the back, cradling Elion, my hands still sli
Elion POV.I didn’t stop. My tongue slid deeper, tasting her, hungry for every drop. I could feel her thighs trembling against my ears.Her hands grabbed my hair tight
Brielle POV.Elion’s body tensed against mine. I could feel his uncertainty ripple through him like a cold wave. ‘Oh God, not again,’







